Page 140 of The Matchmaker's Choice: A Lesbian Romance

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Floating through it like I’m suspended in liquid. I almost open

my eyes to see if I’m hallucinating this and we’re not actually

in the shower or Jacuzzi. But no. I know that I’m on the bed.

Even if it doesn’t feel like I’m touching it at all.

I realize that I’m panting. That I haven’t been

breathing. I need a breath. Air. I pant harder. My stomach

heaves up and down. My lungs expand. Shrink. Expand. The

breath gets trapped there. My feet and legs start to tingle. My

belly tightens. All my muscles tense. I grab the coverlet with

my free hand and twirl the fabric in it until my knuckles are

probably white. Adley doesn’t stop. She suckles my clit hard

and then she plunges two fingers into me, filling me, and it’s

exactly what I need. Her tongue. My clit. Her fingers inside

me. I can feel myself coming apart. It happens slowly,

maddeningly, then suddenly it’s not slow. It’s quick and

violent and I shatter.

I shake and whimper and then I cry out Adley’s name.

I can feel my walls throbbing on her fingers. Clenching. Tight.

My whole body becomes liquid and evaporates. She rides out

the spasms and the waves with me and then her movements

gradually slow as I come down. She takes her hand away and

peppers delicate kisses all over me. I’m sore and sensitive

now, and those kisses are so erotic, so pronounced yet as light

as the whisper of a breath, so shivery cold yet scorching,

gentle but brutal, that they nearly send me straight into another

wild climax.

“Wow,” Adley says when she lifts her head and looks

at me.

“I think I’m the one who should be saying that.” I test

my legs. Nope. Still boneless.

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