Page 81 of Like First Love, Again

“No.” She swiped the new strap from Tori. “After this.” She smirked. “Then I’ll give you a break.”

Tori grinned, intoxicatingly smug. “I’m not the one who needs to stop.”

Convinced that Tori might fuck her to death if she had the chance, Mia promised that they would get some rest soon. She just needed to know what this was like—to have Tori like this. She couldn’t put anything else off with her, couldn’t take a single second for granted.

The earliest rays of dawn painted Tori’s skin with pink and gold light while she propped herself up on a pillow, tipping her hips up, and beckoning Mia closer. Wearing the tight strap, Mia didn’t feel nearly as cool as Tori had looked.

“I feel like you’re giving me those training chopsticks for kids,” Mia said when she kneeled between Tori’s legs, thighs so fatigued, they were already quivering.

Tori smirked and handed Mia the little bottle of lube. When she rested back on the pillow, dark hair wild and body achingly beautiful, Mia forgot what she was supposed to do. Forgot everything that didn’t involve staring at Tori. At her beautiful body and captivating face and eyes that saw every part of her.

“Coming, champ?” Tori flicked on the vibrator.

Nothing looked better than Tori with her eyes half-lidded. Nothing hotter than her gasp when she pressed the sleek vibrator, long and slightly curved, to her clit.

Mia didn’t move while she watched Tori tease herself. Watched her slip down to her entrance to gather her arousal and return to the same spot on the side of her clit. A spot Mia committed to memory and might have tattooed on the inside of her wrist so she never forgot it.

And then Tori was back to her entrance, pushing inside and sighing. It seemed impossible that Mia could have any lingering desire. That she could have a drop of arousal left to offer. But her tender core pounded as if she’d never been touched. A trap tricking her into forgetting she was a full-body bruise.

“Come here,” Tori said, voice faint and dripping with want.

Prodded into action, Mia squirted more lube than necessary along the length of the strap. Closing the bottle, she tossed it onto the bed and moved closer to Tori while spreading the lube.

Tori bit her lip, attention fixed on Mia’s hand.

“Fuck, I like the way that looks,” she moaned, planting her feet on the bed and squirming.

Confidence gathering, Mia pressed the tip of the strap to Tori’s entrance.

“Go slow,” Tori warned, as if afraid that Mia would immediately get carried away. Knowing she likely would. “Only go in half as deep as you can.”

“Half?” Mia’s brain couldn’t process Tori’s words while she watched the head of the strap disappear.

“It’s the G-spot?—”

“That’s a real thing?” Mia looked down at Tori, whose brow was already furrowed.

Tori chuckled. “It’s not a mystery of Ancient Egypt, Mia. It’s just the back of your clit. Angle up like—” Tori’s back arched off the bed when Mia went in as deep as Tori said. “Yeah, just like that. Go slow.”

Jaw dropped and head tipped back, Tori was unbelievable. Mia grabbed one of her legs, pushing it back to hit the spot that seemed to drive Tori crazy.

“Fuck,” Tori gasped when Mia found her rhythm. She had to stop herself from grabbing Tori’s legs and immediately ignoring her request to go easy.

“After I come,” Tori managed, “I want you to fuck me as hard and as deep as you can.”

“Jesus,” Mia nearly cried.

“I won’t take long,” Tori promised.

As she watched the singular perfection that was Tori writhing beneath her, Mia apologized to every guy that couldn’t last. She hadn’t known the cruelty of self-control in a moment like this. Then she imagined what it would feel like to be inside of Tori. To feel her hot and wet and clenching around her. Pulling her in. She knew, without a doubt, she’d never last more than a minute.

When Tori stopped breathing, so did Mia. Her hips continued moving of their own accord while Mia was completely captivated by Tori’s expression. As the rising sun slowly revealed her, Mia couldn’t help but notice how much pleasure looked like pain. How thrilling it was to see it on Tori’s face.

“I’m close,” Tori whispered before increasing the speed on the vibrator.

Then she dropped her jaw, tossed her head back again, and shattered Mia with silence. She didn’t make a sound when she clenched so hard around the strap that Mia had to struggle against her not to be pushed out completely.

There had never been a more devastating silence. A more crushing beauty. Mia tried to keep herself steady, but she kept slipping on the sheets they’d yanked off the bed. She couldn’t find her footing. Couldn’t get the counterbalance she needed.

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