She nodded and pressed a soft kiss to my hipbone. “I’ve got you.”
Her fingers stroked my outer lips—gentle at first, just mapping the shape of me, learning me again like she hadn’t already done it a hundred times. She kept the pressure featherlight, not pushing, not rushing, just circling and brushing, teasing until my hips rocked forward involuntarily.
Eva’s fingers came to rest at the edge of my slit, hovering just above the wet, sensitive skin. She didn’t push inside, but the tips of her fingers traced slow, deliberate circles along the outer folds, sending sparks of heat straight to my core.
She brushed the delicate, slick petals of my inner lips with featherlight strokes, barely skimming the surface, as if savoring the softness beneath her touch. Her middle finger found my clit, teasing me with gentle flicks and light pinches that made my breath catch every time.
She kissed the inside of my thigh, and then another inch higher. Her lips and fingers moved in tandem, just brushing, just exploring, building the tension higher and higher until I was clenching around nothing and aching for more.
“Eva—”
“I know,” she whispered.
She flattened her tongue just once over me, slow and broad, never pushing in, before returning to tease me with her fingers. She slipped through my slickness and glided up over my clit with slow, intentional strokes that made my legs shake. I clutched her shoulders to stay upright.
She kept going, saying nothing, letting my gasps and moans guide her. She adjusted her angle, the pressure, the rhythm, until I was right there, right on the edge, my whole body wound tight.
“Fuck, Eva,” I whispered, barely able to hold still. “Don’t stop.”
Her lips curved into a sly smile as she pressed her mouth against me, tongue teasing in a slow, heated dance.
“I’m not stopping,” she promised. “Not until you come undone for me.”
She pressed her thumb just beside my entrance, massaging small, slow circles that teased without intrusion, coaxing every inch of my body awake. Her hands were warm and sure, perfectly attuned to what I needed without me saying a word.
She pulled back just enough to let me ache for more, then returned with a languid sweep of her fingers sliding over the slick skin at my opening, careful to never cross inside, but close enough to make the ache inside me deepen.
“You’re so wet for me, Lex. I love it.”
I gasped as her fingers picked up the pace, thumb circling my clit with a gentle firmness that had me trembling. She alternated slow, teasing flicks with steady pressure, her touch a perfect dance between control and surrender.
Her middle finger traced the folds of my slit, dragging lightly down toward my opening, then tracing back up, always on the surface, never inside, the tease driving me wild.
Her fingers curled ever so slightly, pressing just against the rim, eliciting a soft whimper from me as the pleasure built like a tide rising. My hips pressed into her hand, desperate for the release she was so expertly holding at bay.
She caught my breathy sounds with a smile, her thumb tightening its rhythm, rubbing in slow circles that coaxed my muscles to clench tighter and tighter.
“Tell me what you need,” she urged. “Faster? Slower? Want me to make you come right here?”
“Faster,” I gasped. “Please. I’m so close.”
I was trembling, muscles coiled so tight it felt like I might break. Her fingers stroked faster, thumb flicking and rubbing my clit with steady insistence, teasing the edges until a sharp wave of pleasure ripped through me.
My body convulsed beneath her touch—soft, shuddering spasms that left me breathless and aching. I bucked against her hand, thighs trembling, heat pooling low and sharp and overwhelming. She kept her fingers moving gently, prolonging my release, riding out every delicious second with me.
When the pulsing finally subsided, I slumped forward, and Eva caught me with both arms, laughing as she stood and kissed me again.
“You okay?” she asked, voice a little smug.
“Floating,” I breathed.
“Good.”
I knew that eventually, we’d have to put our clothes back on. Eventually, we’d have to sneak out of the building again like nothing had happened. But for now, I was just glad I’d missed that corner three.
Chapter
Fourteen
