Page 67 of Swept Up In You

Sam growled.

Taylor broke the kiss. “Uh-uh. Patience,” she said, grinning.

Her patience was running so thin it was basically non-existent at this point. She was panting with want, her hand mirroring Taylor’s—toying around Taylor’s thighs, her hips. All the edges.

Two could play at this game.

Ever so slightly, Taylor’s fingers started to dip into her folds.

Finally.

Sam’s hand stuttered to a stop as Taylor slid along her centre, in and out. It was so slow, so sensual, Sam couldn’t help thesounds coming out her mouth. Her hand clamped onto Taylor’s thigh, not knowing whether to pull her closer or push away. She couldn’t think, every cell in her body rushing to her core. With every stroke, Taylor began circling her clit, then repeating the process. She was not going to last at this rate.

Just as everything started to build, Taylor stopped.

Sam groaned. “No, no, no, don’t stop. Fuck, Tay,” she muttered breathlessly, eyes closed, her heart pounding in her ears.

“Don’t stop what?” Taylor asked innocently.

She could tell she was smiling, her hand still infuriatingly still as her body vibrated right on the edge.

“Doing thethingyou were doing,” Sam whined. She couldn’t believe she was whining. What was Taylor doing to her?

“Thisthing?” Taylor asked, ever so slightly starting to move over her clit again.

“Argh, yessss,” Sam whimpered out, her hand covering Taylor’s, trying to get more friction, more speed.

Taylor stopped again. “Uh-uh, what did I say about patience?”

Fuck patience,she thought. “Please,” was all that came out, barely a whisper.

Taylor bent down to her ear. “Only because you asked so nicely,” she said, biting Sam’s earlobe and licking the edge of her ear, making her shudder. Finally—finally—Taylor began to stroke her again. Sam’s hand moved to pull Taylor in for another scorching kiss. She wanted as much physical connection as she could get.

Just when Sam thought things couldn’t get any hotter, Taylor teased a finger at her entrance. “Okay?”

Sam growled a “yes,” this time, done with the pleading. She just wanted more. More of everything.

Taylor slid a finger in, Sam’s hips lifting off the bed at the contact. She started pumping slowly, curling her finger just so. “God, you’re so wet,” Taylor uttered, only adding fuel to Sam’s fire. This woman would be the death of her. Death by amazing sex. She couldn’t handle it. She was writhing under Taylor’s touch, everything starting to tense as it…just… felt… so… good… oh… fuuuuu?—

“Jesus Christ!” she yelled into the room, her whole body exploding as her orgasm ripped through her. At the same time the room lit up, a deafening boom erupting directly above them.

Taylor’s hand stilled as the waves subsided, and Sam let out a huge, wavering breath. “Holy. Shit.”

“You’re telling me. That was another level.”

“But I haven’t even touched you yet!” Sam said, horrified she’d completely stopped thinking about what she was meant to be doing to Taylor at the same time. She was utterly lost in Taylor’s touch.

Taylor laughed. “Trust me,”—she placed a soft kiss on her lips—“that was very,”—another kiss—“veryhot for me too. And such a turn-on.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. And that thunder at the same time? Incredible. Even my heart is pounding.” Taylor grabbed Sam’s hand, moving it over her chest.

“Wow.” She felt Taylor’s heartbeat for a moment as their breathing calmed. Her head started to clear as she felt herself coming back down to earth. She slid her hand a little lower, cupping Taylor’s breast and pinching her nipple.

“Well, I think it’s your turn, don’t you?”

“Pick up, pick up, pick up?—”

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