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Delaney pummeled my G-spot and caressed my clit and I was launched into an orgasm that felt like it was going to kill me. It was too much, far too much and I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t feel anything butthis.

It grew and grew until finally fading and bringing me back down into reality and my bed. Which was definitely wet.

Every limb trembled with the aftermath as I did my best to recall how to breathe.

Delaney popped her head up and I saw that her face had moisture on it.

“Sorry,” I gasped. Oh god. She’d been in the splash zone.

She smiled and wiped her face with her hand. “It’s okay. I thought that was a myth.”

Okay, she wasn’t upset. She wasn’t running away or glaring at me in disgust.

“It’s not,” I said, trying to collect my scrambled thoughts.

She lifted her fingers, studying them. As if she was looking for something.

“How do you feel?” I asked her.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

I smiled and pushed my sweaty hair back. “I think you got a good idea of how I feel. I was pretty clear about it.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t think… I mean, I’m not gay. A lesbian. Whatever.”

I couldn’t stop myself from snorting. “Delaney, you literally just had your fingers inside me.”

She huffed and looked at the ceiling. “I know that. I’m just… I don’t know what any of thismeans, James. What does this mean?”

I reached for her and she let me pull her until she laid on my chest, her head resting right on one of my breasts. I liked having her there. Felt like she fit.

“This doesn’t have to mean anything. I was just teasing you. Tomorrow you could decide that this was fun but not for you. There’s no pressure to do anything. This is a decision-free zone tonight.” I gestured to indicate my bed. “This is a safe place.”

She looked up at me and nodded, but she still had too many thoughts swirling in her eyes.

“Okay?” I asked.

“Okay.”

Now that we got that out of the way…

“Would you like to see if I can make you come?” I asked.

Her eyes lit up and she smiled. “Yes. Please.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Delaney

What the fuckwas this night? I didn’t know, but now I was on my back and James had removed my bottoms (which were embarrassingly wet, I might add). Far too many thoughts and questions trampled through my brain and I needed them to shut the fuck up so I could enjoy this.

Having an orgasm had always been a monumental challenge for me. It was rare when it happened when I was by myself, and even rarer to happen with a partner. I kind of gave up on having them when I decided I was going to marry Connor. I mean, the orgasm gap was real, and I wasn’t the only woman who wasn’t coming. I told myself I didn’t need it. Sex wasn’t just about getting off.

Any time I’d tried to give Connor any kind of direction, it hadn’t gone well. So I’d accepted the rare masturbatory orgasm as my fate and I’d been fine with it.

Now here I was in bed with James and I wanted to beg her to get me off. Beg her to fuck me hard with her fingers and stroke my clit at the same time. Too bad I didn’t have my trusty vibe with me. It might have been fun to add, but I was curious to see if James could make it happen with just her hands.

“I want to kiss you,” James whined and climbed up toward me, smiling with so much joy that I swear my heart stopped beating. She was sweaty and messy and glorious. I’d never seen anyone look this beautiful.

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