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I can’t help it. I fit my hand between our hips and I

slowly circle Adley’s clit. My fingers are coated in our

arousal, and I use it to make the tiniest, lightest movements. I

bump up against myself a few times and jagged shards of

shocked, wicked heat go racing through me. I keep circling.

Keep building. Keep climbing.

I can feel Adley tense below me. Her muscles get stuff.

Her hips drive harder. She whimpers and bucks into my hand,

searching, taking, aching, wanting. I roll my hips harder, circle

her clit just a little faster, with a little bit more pressure. She

tucks her face beside my ear and gasps out her words.

“Please, god, Steph, yes. Please. More.”

I keep going, circling, driving into my own hand,

driving myself crazy as well. Adley goes wild beneath me,

then all of a sudden, she stiffens. Her whole body vibrates and

she lets out a tiny cry next to my ear and I realize that she’s

coming. Almost silently.

Silence can be a heck of a lot hotter than screams. That

frenzied breathing? The little mewls. The tiny little whispered

whimpers? They’re everything I wanted to hear. I stop when

her hand pushes mine away. I know how sensitive things can

be after, and I think that she just needs a bit of a break, but her

hand replaces mine. She doesn’t touch herself. She touches

me.

She knows exactly how to touch me, like she’s done it

a thousand times before. I’m shocked at how fast she brings

me from frustrated and on the edge to soaring, wild heights. I

shut my eyes and let the pressure burst over me. The climax

isn’t anything like how I’ve ever come before. I didn’t need to

coax and plead and beg myself into this. I didn’t have to force

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