silence. Christina’s fingers raked through Taylor’s hair, but not as rough as
 
 before.
 
 “Like this?” Taylor swirled her fingers over Christina’s clit, pressing
 
 lightly.
 
 “Yes.” Christina wriggled into her touch. “Like that.”
 
 Christina tugged Taylor back up to her and kissed her like her very
 
 life depended on it. Taylor’s grew dizzy with the wonderful sensation of
 
 being wanted. Adored. Treasured. Savoured. Their tongues met and danced
 
 sensually while Taylor’s hand swirled gentle, lazy circles over Christina, to
 
 devastating effect.
 
 Taylor felt her entire body break out in goosebumps when she felt
 
 Christina’s belly start to tremble. Her breathing grew laboured, and Taylor
 
 knew she was close. She could have drawn out the climax, tortured
 
 Christina, but she wanted to watch Christina shatter. She wanted her to
 
 come apart beneath her while the heat washed over and consumed them
 
 both. Taylor shifted her hand, stroking over Christina’s smooth, slick center
 
 before she brought them to Christina’s entrance. Christina’s hips arched,
 
 and Taylor thrust in two fingers, filling and stretching her.
 
 Christina exploded around her suddenly, with just that single thrust.
 
 It took Taylor by surprise. It might have even surprised Christina. She bit
 
 down on Taylor’s lip accidentally, but not hard, then kissed her feverishly,
 
 using her lips to stifle her cries of pleasure while her walls clenched and
 
 unclenched around Taylor’s fingers.
 
 Taylor kept going, thrusting gently until Christina rode out the
 
 climax. When the spasms eased, Taylor withdrew her fingers and, while
 
 Christina watched, she popped them into her mouth, humming as she licked
 
 them clean.
 
 Christina groaned. “Sorry. That was— it’s just been— I’ve wanted
 
 you for a while now and…”
 
 Taylor laughed softly. “I know. I was thinking the same thing.”