Page 85 of The Rivals' Touch

As we step into her room, she shuts the bedroom door and watches me take in the flowery wallpaper and white furniture. It’s feminine and airy but in no way childish. Her bed is decorated with throw pillows in various shades of white, cream, pink, and gray. A cream blanket lies folded on the bottom of the bed, the edges frayed.

“It’s very you.” I stop to finger a dream catcher on her wall. The white feathers move in the breeze from her open window.

“Why?”

I look at her over my shoulder and lower my hand. “It’s feminine.”

Her lips quirk. “You think I’m feminine?”

I try not to drop my eyes to her cleavage when I turn, but it’s impossible. Her cowl-neck cami top draws my eyes whether I want it to or not. She’s not wearing a bra, and the fabric is loose enough that her full breasts would slip out if I brushed it aside. As if my hormones aren’t going haywire as it is. These feelings are new to me. I’ve never noticed a woman like this before. “Youarefeminine, Legacy,” I reply, gesturing to my own outfit. It consists of a loose white t-shirt, ripped jeans, and red chucks. “You’re more feminine than me.”

Legacy trails her gaze down my body in a lazy caress. “Who decides what’s feminine?”

My breath catches in my throat as she steps closer.

“Who makes the rules, Remi?” Her fingers trace the curve of my breast through my clothing, causing my skin to erupt in goosebumps. I grab the hem of my t-shirt, pull it over my head, and toss it on the wooden floor. “Touch me.”

It doesn’t matter if I come on too strong. I need her hands on me, the escape she promises.

She guides me up on the vanity table behind me and steps between my legs. “We can make our own rules,” she says, unclipping my bra at the front and palming my naked breasts when it pops open.

My head falls back with a moan as she takes my nipple in her mouth, smearing red lipstick on my skin.

“I need you!”

She trails her plump lips over to my other nipple and snatches it up between her teeth, making me hiss at the slight sting. “Baby,” she whispers, tracing her fingers over my bruised ribs. “He’s a monster!”

Lost in sensation, I lean back against the mirror and watch her lap at my hard nipples. Her pink tongue swirls and teases the tingling buds over and over until I can’t take it anymore. I tangle my fingers in the strands of her brown hair and beg, “Don’t stop!”

Legacy skims her lips down my belly and pops the first button on my jeans, whispering, “I won’t.”

“What are you doing to me?”

She lowers my zip and slowly pulls my jeans and panties down my legs. “I’m making you feel good.”

When she bites the top of my thigh, I whimper. “No, I mean, why are you making me feel this way? I don’t understand it.”

“What do you feel?” She nuzzles my sex, breathing me in. The curtain at my side moves in the warm breeze as she opens my legs and buries her tongue in my wet folds.

My hand flies up to tangle in her smooth hair, and my breaths come quicker. “I think about you!”

“And?” She spreads my pussy lips with two fingers and makes a show of licking me slowly.

“I wonder if you think about me too.”

“I do. I think about you too much!” She slides my ass further down the desk and circles my tight entrance with her tongue. I cry out when she fills me up, fucking me slowly and thoroughly. If my tight hold on her hair hurts, she doesn’t say.

“What else do you feel?” she whispers, replacing her tongue with two fingers and pumping them slowly.

My brain is short circuiting. I can barely think straight while I watch her suck on the inside of my thigh. “I’m confused.”

She hums, flicking her thumb over my clit and causing my hips to lift off the desk as a jolt of pleasure shoots through me.

“Legacy!” I moan, gripping hold off the edge of the vanity table.

“Why are you confused?” She sucks on my clit next.

“Oh, hell!” I whimper, edging closer. “I’m confused because I have feelings for you. Emotions I’ve never felt toward a girl before.”

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