Page 191 of The Snowball Effect

Regan placed her hand over the back of Emma’s and laced their fingers together. Then she used her guiding touch to work Emma’s hand under the loose T-shirt Regan had worn to bed.

“Youhappened,” she rasped. “You made me come over and over again, and I woke up so… wanting. So fucking wet.”

As she spoke, Regan slowly slid Emma’s hand down under the waist of the tiny, thin shorts she had on.

Closing her eyes, Emma reveled in the feeling of Regan’s body under her touch. How warm she was, how soft. How Regan seemed to strain back against her, yearning for Emma’s touch. How she always gave herself to Emma without hesitation, and how being on the receiving end of that obvious desire was the sexiest thing Emma had ever fucking experienced.

Her own breath caught in her throat as Regan pushed Emma’s hand down, down, and finally, both of their fingers brushed against Regan’s hard clit.

“You weren’t kidding,” Emma murmured, groaning at the feeling of Regan absolutely soaking her fingertips at the slightest touch.

“Would have been the worst joke ever,” Regan grit back, her voice edging into a needy whine, as she rolled her hips back again.

This time, as her ass pressed against Emma, she swore she felt it right against her clit. Need sparked through her, as she worked her fingers over Regan’s hard clit in slow circles. A move that she knew wouldn’t make Regan come – she needed Emma to move a lot faster – but would drive her crazy.

Regan lifted her leg up to hook over Emma’s thigh, giving Emma more freedom to actually touch her.

She slid her fingers down, pressing only her fingertips at Regan’s entrance. She knew, now, that Regan did love to be filled, that she loved taking Emma’s fingers inside of her. But that her favorite thing about it was right as Emma started to push inside, that initial feeling.

Pressing open-mouthed kisses against Regan’s throat, she fucked her slowly and shallowly. She avoided Regan’s clit deliberately, even as Regan started truly moaning.

It was Emma’s favorite thing, the thing that made her absolutely, utterlycrazywith her own need. Those sounds that Regan let out, loud and bold and unashamed, these sounds that told Emma just how much Regan wanted her. How lost she was in her pleasure.

Every time, it took her back to that first night. Every time, Emma thought about how these fucking sounds had gripped something inside of Emma and pushed her forward into their relationship.

Her own – much softer, but no less desperate – cries escaped the back of her throat as she rocked her hips against Regan. She’d never be able to come like this, but that didn’t matter.

For Emma, right in this moment, it wasn’t about coming. It was about the fact that she couldn’t control this desire. That her clit was aching and needy, and Regan felt so fucking good against her.

“Emma,god, come on. My – you know what I–”

As the keening sounds Regan let out became more desperate, in turn making Emma more desperate, the thought struck her.

She pressed her body firmly into Regan’s back, using her own strength to roll Regan onto her stomach, trapping her hand between Regan and the mattress.

Even though she had far less range of motion like this, it didn’t matter. All she needed to do was be able to touch Regan’s clit, exactly like she was now, slowly working her fingers over it.

Regan was so wet, she didn’t have much friction, and she was pulsing so hard that Emmafeltit, and she groaned, before biting at Regan’s shoulder.

She felt Regan shudder, hard, under her, bucking her hips up at Emma. Then she immediately pushed back down, clearly seeking out as much pressure on her clit as possible.

“Yes, fuck, Emma,yes!” Regan pressed her face down into the bed, rocking down against the bed – against Emma’s hand – so hard.

“I remember you said this was what you thought about, that first night on the phone,” Emma panted out, bracing herself with her free hand. Using it to give herself enough leverage so that she could keep rolling her hips down against Regan’s ass.

This angle wasn’t only better for Regan, but herself. Balancing on her knees and spreading her thighs to bracket Regan, Emma’s eyes rolled back with pleasure as she got the first hint of actual contact to her own clit.

Regan nodded, jerkily, as she gasped. “Yeah, this – you – uh-huh.”

If Emma had any wherewithal, she might be amused at Regan’s incoherence. But, as it was, she was almost just as far gone, herself.

“Fuck yourself against me, then,” she demanded. “Just like you imagined.”

Regan inhaled sharply, before she released a long, rasping moan, and erratically rolled her hips down. Harder, faster, and Emma’s hand wassoakedand –

“Yes! I’m – Emma!” Regan cried out, her throat sounding raw with pleasure, as she started shuddering under Emma.

She rocked down so hard that Emma couldn’t move her hand at all, and she didn’t give a damn. All she could possibly care about was that Regan was coming for her, coming on her, so hard.

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