Pressing down on her swollen clit and pushing into her again, my lips are on hers. I kiss her desperately, savagely, needing to consume her. She’s gushing, coating my slick digits, and when she circles my bundle of nerves, I lose momentum. She takes full advantage, sliding a finger into me.
“Fuck, Jessica!” I whimper, breaking away from her hot mouth. My shaky breaths come in quick bursts, and my body trembles.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Her smile is dangerous, a siren’s call on a stormy sea. “You like that, baby? You like it when I fuck you?”
My pussy clamps down, speaking the words trapped on my tongue. God, I can’t think straight when she touches me like this.
She inserts a second finger before sliding them back out, then she presses her digits to my lips and whispers, “Open, sis. Taste yourself on me.”
I obey, holding her heavy eyes while sucking her fingers clean before I take them deeper again. Mesmerized, she watches me, then her touch is back between my legs, rubbing and teasing. Her fingers fill me up before sliding back out to circle my clit. They disappear back inside me, and I reach down to give her a taste of the sweet hell she’s offering me.
“Baby,” she breathes out when I stretch her tight cunt, feeling her hot walls grip me tight.
“Sshh, feel me fuck you.”
We move together, rocking and grinding as we chase the horizon.
Her forehead, coated in a thin layer of sweat, comes down on mine. “I can’t hold on much longer.”
“Good,” I whisper, our breaths dancing in the small space between our parted lips. “Come all over my fingers.”
With a keening sound, she falls apart, coaxing me to follow her over the edge. I let go, drowning in her. The climax burns through me, tensing every muscle in my body until I don’t know where I end and Jessica begins. We’re shards of broken glass—pieces lost on the floor.
Her hard nipples rub against mine as she arches her back, thighs quivering.
We soar and fall together.
Jessica’s chest heaves with labored breaths while she peppers kisses along my jawline. “You’re so fucking perfect. Everything about you is.”
Grabbing her chin, I bring her kiss-swollen lips to mine and bite down hard. “Not as fucking perfect as you.”
We settle beneath the sheets, holding each other. Her fingers tangle in my damp hair, twirling the strands while I listen to her steady heartbeat.
If I could stay like this forever with her—draped in moonlight—I would.
“I used to hate you so much,” I admit, tracing a heart on the swell of her breast with my fingertip.
“I know.” There’s no judgment in her tone, only acceptance.
“I used to blame you for my mom’s death, and it scared me.”
She stays silent.
Protected by the cover of darkness, it’s easier to admit to the ugly inside. The truth keeps pouring from my lips. Tracing my finger over her nipple, I circle it slowly. “It was easier to be angry than to forgive.” With a soft sigh, I lift my head. “Forgiveness hurts more than anger.”
“You don’t need to explain.”
“I do.” My voice is urgent. “Now I…. I feel terrible for the way I treated you.”
Pressing her soft fingers over my lips, she silences me. “I forgive you.”
I nip her digits, causing a smile to split her face. Fuck, she takes my breath away, freshly fucked and all mine.
She shifts beneath me and the look in her eyes turns mischievous. I should see it coming, but I don’t. In a swift move, she flips me onto my back, settling between my spread thighs. Her slender fingers wrap around my throat, squeezing until my breath belongs to her.
“Now, baby, if you ever fuck another woman again, I won’t be so forgiving.”
Chapter eleven
