She was both anticipating and dreading what Natalya’s touch would feel like. She had no idea what would come next. Notknowing what was about to happen made her feel anxious and cold all over.
Natalya put her hand between her legs again. “You’re doing very well, darling.”
Evie sighed without meaning to. Hearing that word,darling, made the looming chill vanish in an instant. Natalya continued.
“I’m going to move my hand up. You know how to stop me. You can do so anytime.”
The forewarning was perfect. How did Natalya know what she needed without her even having to say it? She’d blocked off her emotions for so long she’d forgotten how to react when they appeared.
Slowly, Natalya put her fingers up between Evie’s legs, catching the intense wetness there. Evie gasped in surprise.
She hadn’t been aroused with any of the men who had taken her. Not unless Varro enthralled her into wanting it. That had been worse. When she got to her senses and realized what he made her participate in.
“Stay with me,” Natalya said softly. Her other hand stroked Evie’s waist. “Don’t go there. Don’t lose yourself to the memory. Feel me instead.”
With the prompt, Evie ran her hand down to touch Natalya’s breast through her dress. The fabric was soft and thin. She longed to remove it. To kiss her chest and stomach and all of her. To make her feel as adored as Evie felt right then.
When she started easing a finger under the fabric, Natalya took her hand and put it back on her shoulder.
“Don’t concern yourself with me. Only you.”
Natalya’s fingers pressed against Evie’s clit. The spark of pleasure that shot through her was brief, as Natalya didn’t move her fingers.
“You move. You set the pace.”
Evie pressed her hips forward slightly, the movement producing another flash of pleasure. She rocked back, causing Natalya’s fingers to slide over her clit. She rolled her hips back and forth, slowly at first, not used to the sensation, and then a little faster. Her breathing quickened.
“I’m going to stop holding back,” Natalya said. “You may feel startled by it.”
There was a tingling sensation from Natalya’s fingers. The sensation, so calming usually, surged through her clit so suddenly Evie almost yelled out.
She stopped moving as the feeling kept buzzing through her body. It felt like she was pressed against a low-powered vibrator, except it came fromeverywhere. From Natalya’s hand on her waist, from her thighs, and her fingers against Evie’s clit. The sensation expanded to fill all of her.
Evie started rolling her hips again. The constant buzzing running through her was pure pleasure, turning her heavy breathing into panting.
“Want me to go further?” Natalya’s other hand went to Evie’s hip, pushing gently along with her slow rhythm. “Want me to go inside you?”
“Yes.” Evie’s voice was more gasp than speech. “Please.”
Natalya removed her fingers from Evie’s clit, easing one inside of her, curling. Evie moaned, part from surprise and part from pleasure. Then Natalya’s hand turned, and her thumb was back on her clit. This time it started circling the area slowly as Natalya’s finger made a slight come-hither motion inside her.
Evie’s limbs trembled and she inhaled sharply. She’d never experienced this sort of wonderful, constantfeelingbefore. Her body felt more alive than it ever had. More awake.
The pleasure was sharp. Constant, quivering, and filling. That it was Natalya who produced it only made it better.
“Do you like this?” Natalya asked.
“Yes.” The word came out as a breathy sigh.
“I can make it more intense.” Her eyes had a glittering quality to them now. They were impossible to look away from. “I can make it more pleasurable than this.”
“Please, Natalya,” Evie whispered, and then her voice was stolen by a loud gasp as Natalya’s touch intensified. More startling sensation rushed through her, the pleasure in it so pure it seemed otherworldly. Natalya put another finger inside her, curling them again.
The touch was a roaring wave of delight. It made Evie still a moment, mouth open in shock and sighing unevenly. Then she started rolling her hips again. Slowly at first. Then faster. Harder.
Natalya moved along to her rhythm. Her fingers curled whenever Evie pushed her hips forward, the circling on her clit becoming tighter.
Evie put her arms around Natalya’s neck, leaning against her. Their chests pressed together every time Evie rolled her hips, and she looked into Natalya’s eyes, then down to her mouth.
