Page 35 of Insolence
Shit. My legs quake as I breathlessly await her touch where I need it the most.
She makes a noise as soon as her fingers brush me, her head dropping onto my shoulder. “Mmm, you’re soaking wet. Oh, hell. I want to feel how much.”
Her touch is as brazenly self-assured as I am a trembling mess. She traces a line up my seam through the thin, drenched cotton of my panties.
“Sadrie,gods.” I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out as she pulls my underwear aside to swipe herthumb across my clit. My hunger rises, growing beastly, nearlymonstrousin a way that has me straining to stay put.
“Tell me to stop. Say it, I dare you.”
“Don’t,” I gasp. “I think I’d have to kill you.”
Her low chuckle is breathy on my neck. “I figured as much. You feel heavenly, by the way. I can’t wait to taste you.”
A pathetic whimper falls from my lips, and the air thickens again, blotting out the Archive around us.
Between torturously slow swipes of her thumb, the air on my wet pussy is deliciously chilly. I long to feel her hot mouth sealing over me there. I nearly wail when her fingers push between my folds, dragging my arousal upward.
“You’re shaking.” Tracing circles, she smoothes slickness over my throbbing clit.
My eyes slide shut on a luxuriant moan as pleasure unspools through my limbs.
“Are you going to drop?” She’s pressed so close, her soft laugh ghosts across my cheek.
My head hangs. The breath I blow out is as unsteady as my legs.
Although we’re alone in here, the risk of getting caught is ever-present. I should be worried. Frightened, even. All things considered, I should definitely be smarter.
“Still deciding,” I moan as she hits my swelling nub again, her fingertips sweet, cool silk against what feels like a live coal of blistering want.
Somehow, the potential danger of what we’re doing only heightens the excitement.Fuck it, I want her. Here and now, consequences be damned.
“Relax. I got you.” Her free hand lands beneath mine on the upright, helping to support us.
Her fingers speed up between my legs. I give myself over to the sensations, a shameless groan spilling out of me. Pleasuresplinters through my nervous system. All too soon I’m nearing a steep precipice with every deft stroke.
Her cheek skims mine. “I may or may not have been planning this since meeting you.”
“Planning what? Watching me come apart on your hand in the Archive?” I reach behind me, wedging my own hand between us and clawing at the band of her skirt.
“Watching you come apart anywhere on me, wherever we can get away with it, as often as possible.”
“Greedy girl,” I say and slide past her garter belt, into her underwear, and down, into her warm, wet heat.
“Wanton woman,” she answers, then moans. Her fingers briefly falter when I press into her folds.
“Sadrie, shit,” I breathe. “I cantellthat you’ve been planning to seduce me.”
“Oh, hell.” Her hips jerk when I curl my fingers, teasing her swollen flesh. Not one to be outdone, the circles she’s drawing between my legs become tighter and faster.
“I can’t stop thinking about tasting you. Your thighs smothering me. Crawling over you to straddle your face.”
Ecstasy shoots through my veins at her words. A spike of pleasure is fast to follow. The beast inside of me roars for more, its hunger dwarfing my ability to muzzle it.
She grinds the hard ridge of her clit against the pads of my fingers, touching me and whispering, “I want to do so many things with you. Take you so many different ways and let you take me.”
“Fuck,” I whimper, nearly out of my mind. “Are you close at all?”
Her breathing comes faster. Her slick wetness squelches between my fingers the deeper she grinds. “I will be.Soon.”
