Page 174 of The Snowball Effect

Within seconds, Regan switched their positions, pushing herself up to sit astride Emma. She groaned, unable to help herself, as she felt Regan’s soaked core press against her hip, and her thighsshookwith need.

Still, she felt dazed at the sight of Regan, who stared down at her, hungrily.

There was no other way to refer to that look in Regan’s dark eyes, as she trailed her eyes over Emma’s body splayed out for her. Over her breasts, her stomach…

And Emma didn’t even feel – for the first time in her life – the slightest discomfort at being laid so bare for someone. Every last inch of herself on display, every curve, every stretch mark, everyeverything.

How could she, when Regan was staring at her like she was a five-course meal, and she hadn’t eaten in days. Maybe weeks.

Trying to gather her wits – trying not to beg, demand, plead, order Regan to fucking touch her before she exploded – Emma managed out, “I know you’ve never–” She swallowed hard, a choked groan working out of her throat as Regan reached up and cupped both of Emma’s breasts, firmly rubbing her thumbs over Emma’s nipples.

Jesus… what had she been saying?

“That you’ve never been with a woman, before. So, I –Regan,” she grit out, exasperated and so turned on, she could feel herself dripping.

“Yes?” Regan asked, her voice light and teasingly innocent.

Emma glared as best as she could in her situation. “Don’t give me thatyes.”

Regan flicked her thumbs over Emma’s nipples, before she rolled both of them between her fingers. Emma arched into the touch, feeling like she had a direct nerve between her nipples and her clit.

“I’mtrying,” she paused, needing to gather herself. “To tell you… that you don’t have to do anything if you aren’t–”

Regan pinched her nipples,hard, making Emma cut herself off with a whimper as she desperately rolled her hips up.

“Emma, be real,” Regan’s voice had fallen to that low octave, that one that Emma could have never known existed, before the last week. The one that worked to drive hercrazy. “I’m going to make you come, and I’m going to do it with my mouth.”

Emma’s lungs fucking burned as she tried to take in a deep breath. The very idea of that… it shot through her like liquid pleasure.

“You love my lips,” Regan continued, shifting her body and sliding down Emma’s. She held eye contact with Emma as she moved lower… lower.

Emma widened her thighs for her, not giving a damn that she seemed as eager as she was. She wasmorethan eager.

Regan settled on her stomach on the mattress, running her hands up Emma’s thighs. “I already told you that I’ve thought about this, too.”

Of course, Regan would continue talking even now. Even as she leaned in and pressed her perfect mouth to Emma’s inner thigh, only inches from her pussy.

Emma’s groan was so deep, so guttural, ithurtas it worked out of her throat.

“Regan,” she moaned, encouraging and pent-up and reverent and wanting and… everything.

“I don’t need to have done this before to know that I can make you come really–” Regan leaned in, drawing a long lick with the flat of her tongue up Emma’s slit.

She couldn’t fucking breathe, the spiraling heat already starting to tightly coil inside of her.

“Really,” Regan whispered against Emma’s core, before working the tip of her tongue up over Emma’s weeping clit.

Emma was going to die.

“Hard,” Regan finished, and she didn’t give Emma another moment before she dove in.

Regan’s mouth – those lips she’d fixated on for far too long – wrapped around her clit, as Regan’s tongue lapped at it, and Emma reached down, sliding her hands into Regan’s hair. Needing that contact, needing to touch her, to feel grounded in some way.

Regan was making hungry, needy sounds against Emma, and she could feel the vibration of them.

Fuck. Holy –

Emma had never been brought to the brink so quickly in her life, but she was already there, already on the precipice of falling into her orgasm.

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