Page 175 of The Snowball Effect

And she couldn’t make herself hold back, even if she wanted to.

Not when Regan’s mouth was on her like she would die if she had to take a breath, when it seemed like Regan was getting just as much from this as Emma was. Not when it was so, so true – Emmadidlove Regan’s fucking mouth, and her lips were so soft, and – and –

“Ah,ah–” Emma’s breath caught, before she gasped, and she came.

So. Fucking. Hard.

Her thighs shook, clenching around Regan’s head, and she gripped Regan’s soft hair in her hands like a lifeline, because she wasn’t sure she would survive this without it.

The pleasure that rolled through her was so blisteringly intense, and the only thing Emma could do was give herself over to it.

Regan didn’t pause, continuing to move her lips softly against Emma’s clit to work her through her orgasm and letting out those quiet whimpers of her own.

Eventually, Emma could feel the pleasure turn into a warning sensitivity, and she lightly tugged at Regan’s head. “I – no more,” she gasped, still unable to catch her breath.

Regan’s groan of disappointment was unmistakable, but she removed her mouth from Emma as requested and stared up from between Emma’s legs.

Her dark eyes were wide as she panted for breath, her cheeks flushed, and Emma could see herself coating Regan’s lips and chin. Unbelievably, after coming so hard she was still clenching every few seconds, she felt another stab of arousal at the sight.

“That was… amazing,” Regan’s voice was awed, as she blinked up at Emma.

“It was,” Emma agreed, softly. She slid her hand down to cup Regan’s jaw, brushing her thumb over that fantasy-inducing pouty bottom lip, feeling her own wetness. Regan followed hertouch with her tongue, and… god, Regan really might be the death of her.

“I can’t wait to do it again.” An exuberant, excited smile slid over Regan’s face, and Emma felt a mirroring one tug at her lips.

“Okay, eager beaver–”

Regan scoffed out a laugh.

Emma rolled her eyes, even as she couldn’t help but laugh, too. “Just get up here, please.”

Regan pushed herself up and essentially hopped into her place at Emma’s side, and she could feel Regan vibrating with renewed energy.

Emma turned onto her own side to really look at Regan, drawing her eyes down Regan’s face as Regan draped an arm over Emma’s side.

“This is crazy,” she whispered, a disbelieving laugh bubbling up her throat at this reality.

She was having sex with Regan fucking Gallagher, and it was the best sex of her life, and she felt socomfortablehere with her – more than she’d ever felt with another person – and…

“What?” Regan demanded to know, arching an eyebrow. “We’re laying here, naked, after we just had the best sex of our lives – fine, an assumption, but the best sex ofmylife – and you’relaughing?”

There was no real affront in her voice, and Emma… she could only shake her head.

It was absurd, but it was true. So wildly true.

“Keep it up, Bordeaux, keep it up,” Regan murmured, as she surged up to press her mouth to Emma’s again.

Emma knew she should probably be asleep.

It was after midnight and she had work in the morning, and her body was deliciously sore after the last several hours in Regan’s bed.

And yet… she hadn’t yet found the fortitude to drag herself away from the night with Regan.

A first for her, because Emma had never in her life not followed her internal rules around going to sleep at an appropriate time for school or work. She took those things very seriously, and did not mess around with them.

She would go to sleep soon, she idly thought, though she wasn’t quite sure she believed herself.

She should be exhausted, but she wasn’t. Even though Regan had worked her through another orgasm, and she’d fucked Regan twice more, she wasn’t tired. Rather, she was wired.

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