Page 55 of Make Room for Love

Isabel responded with a languid smile of her own. She sucked two of her own fingers into her mouth, getting them wet—and Mira was as wet as she ever got, but she appreciated the help, and it was so hot Mira almost fainted. “Let me.” She took Isabel’s fingers and put them in her own mouth, and traced the grooves and calluses with her tongue, heat pooling between her legs as she sucked.

Isabel’s eyes widened. “Oh, you’re gorgeous like this.” Her voice was thick with desire.

She pushed her fingers in deeper, and Mira’s entire body lit up at the thrust, her pussy aching. She could suck Isabel’s fingers for hours, but right now, she needed those fingers where they belonged. She pulled them out of her mouth, slick and shining. “I think that’s good.”

Isabel slipped her hand between Mira’s thighs again, and the first contact, fingers sliding through her sensitive folds, made Mira tense and gasp. Then came a brush against her clit, too light—and then more motions, all different, all deliberate, as Mira whimpered and let her hips move in response. Isabel was learning her body. And then Isabel did something that was just right, and a hot, electric pulse raced up Mira’s spine as she cried out.

Isabel hummed in pleasure. She kissed Mira on the mouth, slow and sweet, and did the same thing again and again and again. Of course she was devastatingly good with her hands.

Mira dissolved into the sensations, moaning against Isabel’s mouth and moving her hips in time with Isabel’s hand, riding out each delicious jolt of pleasure while the tension grew like a rising tide. Isabel’s mouth moved to her neck, honing in on her sweet spots relentlessly. She’d kissed Mira’s neck enough to know what made her squeal.

“Do you want me inside you?” Isabel asked, her lips hovering above Mira’s collarbone.

Mira nodded, instinct taking over. She wanted more, more, more. Isabel twisted her hand, and then there were what felt like two fingers circling Mira’s entrance, slick and teasing, not pushing in. Isabel’s thumb returned to her clit, and the angle was different, but it was every bit as good. But those fingers were tormenting her. She needed Isabel inside. “Please,” she said, arching her hips. She’d been waiting for days, for months.

“I like when you ask for what you want,” Isabel said. She pressed her mouth to Mira’s again and slid her fingers home.

The sheer relief of being filled was so sweet that Mira cried out, losing control. She couldn’t stop moaning as Isabel curled her fingers and pumped them in and out, learning exactly how Mira liked to be fucked. Isabel’s thumb on her clit never slowed down, and every kiss on her overheated skin made her shiver. Isabel was so intense, so deliberate, so careful, and Mira surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. As her hips chased more of Isabel’s hand, the first pang of what might turn into an orgasm hit her.

“I think I might be close,” she said, shocked by her own body, by what Isabel could do to her. “I don’t know how close.”

Isabel hummed like she was savoring Mira. “Take your time, sweetheart.”

She sped up, and a shockwave of pleasure tore through Mira so intense it almost hurt. She cried out, arching her back, digging her heels into the mattress, and then whimpered, as much as from embarrassment as anything else.

“You okay?” Isabel asked.

Mira nodded. She didn’t want Isabel to stop. She wanted to trust Isabel, and to trust her own body. She just hoped she could.

Isabel’s other hand found Mira’s, and she interlaced their fingers and squeezed, as if to sayI’ve got you.The reassurance unlocked something inside Mira, and she surrendered to the rising tide and was overcome by the shivery, elusive sensation of an impending climax. “Don’t stop, please, please, please,” she said, gasping. “Please—ah?—”

Her orgasm rushed through her, hot and exquisite, as she moaned and writhed against Isabel’s hand, needing more, never wanting it to end. As the sensation crested and receded, she squeezed Isabel’s hand tight, as though she could communicate just through that—and Isabel kept up with her, somehowknowing just what she needed. When it became too much, Isabel sensed that, too, and eased her fingers out of Mira’s body.

Mira went limp. In the afterglow, she was unbearably tender. Isabel lay down next to her, wrapped those strong arms around her, and held her close. Mira melted into a puddle against all that bare skin, that comforting solidity. “You’re so precious,” Isabel whispered, stroking Mira’s back, sending showers of warm sparks through her.

Mira tangled her legs up with Isabel’s, craving more touch. Inexplicably, she nearly teared up, and burrowed her face into the crook of Isabel’s neck to take refuge. Mira had never let herself be so unguarded during sex before. Was this how it was supposed to be?

“How are you feeling?” Isabel asked.

“I’m good,” Mira mumbled. She lived a life full of words. It was rare that she ever lost herself in raw, indescribable sensation. “Really good.” The tears were threatening to overflow—happy, overwhelmed tears. She didn’t want to frighten Isabel, so she held them in.

“You were wonderful,” Isabel said. Her voice quavered. “I don’t even know what to say.”

Mira wriggled so she could look into Isabel’s beautiful dark eyes, at that serious, striking face unraveled by emotion. “Youwere wonderful,” Mira said. She kissed Isabel on the mouth and ran her hands through all that thick, lush hair.

Isabel moaned. When they broke apart, she said breathlessly, “Your nails.”

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Mira had been raking Isabel’s scalp. She pulled her hand away. “I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.”

Isabel smiled. She took Mira’s manicured hand. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” She took two of Mira’s fingers and sucked them into her mouth, long nails and all, and ran her tongue over the sensitive pads of Mira’s fingers.

Mira whimpered, flaring with arousal. She’d never investigated whether she could have multiple orgasms, but now she needed to find out. She pulled her fingers out, kissed Isabel again, and deliberately grazed Isabel’s scalp with her nails. Isabel let out a sweet moan again, urging her on.

Mira’s hand wandered lower. She cupped one of Isabel’s soft, unbelievably lush breasts in her hand and gently pinched a nipple, and reveled in the throaty noise she drew out in response. She took Isabel’s stud earring into her mouth and worked it with her tongue. Isabel squirmed, her breath hitching. “Oh, god, Mira.”

This was intoxicating. Mira wedged her bare thigh between Isabel’s legs, making her groan. The soft cotton of her boxer briefs was soaked through.

“You’re so wet,” Mira said, stunned into stating the obvious.Shehad done that to Isabel. “Can I do anything for you?” She kept her thigh exactly where it was. Isabel might have to teach her, which was just fine.

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