Page 126 of Falling for My Bully: A Lesbian Romance
too. She twisted June until her back was pressed up against the glass and the
water beaded and flowed down her shoulders. Even as it hit them, she could
smell Arabella’s arousal, maybe her own too, that scent of them, mixed up,
joined, delicious, and erotic as hell.
Arabella’s hand flew between them, darting to June’s sex. She smoothed
her fingers over her, groaning when she felt how wet she was. June knew
she was almost obscenely wet. She was so turned on after just having
Arabella at the sink that she’d never known such pain in her life.
Her core hummed and pulsed and even the slight weight of Arabella’s
fingers made June throw back her head against the glass. All the air escaped
her lungs in a rush as Arabella slowly massaged her clit with her finger. She
vibrated at the strain of holding back, her thighs shaking around Arabella’s
arm. Her hips slammed against the glass once before bucking forward into
Arabella’s hand.
Arabella grinned wickedly at her and used the flat palm of her other hand
to press against June’s hip, holding her in place against the glass so that she
couldn’t move. She knew she wasn’t going to last. While Arabella teased
her ruthlessly, she bit down hard on her lip to try to distract herself from the
pleasure. She was so close, and she wanted to hold out a bit longer.
With a growl she finally had to concede defeat. She plunged her hands
into Arabella’s hair, dragging her face to hers and plundering her mouth.
She barely repressed a sob as pleasure rocked through her when Arabella
grasped her bottom and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around her
waist while Arabella fitted her pelvis against hers, thrusting her knee in
place against the glass to keep June upright.
June was lost and she knew it. Lost to her lust and the desire that sucked
at her, ate away at her control. Lost to forces bigger than either of those
things. She ground against Arabella, and her hips thrust back eagerly. When
June couldn’t keep kissing Arabella because she needed air, she tore her
face away and tucked it at the juncture of Arabella’s porcelain neck and
