“Ah, ah, ah. Eyes on me. Keep them open for me, love.”
Pulling on the last strands of control that Victoria had left, she opened her eyes and locked gazes with Isabel.
Isabel hummed approvingly. “Now that’s a good girl,” she said as she continued her ministrations.
Their gazes were unnervingly close as Isabel finally gave her what she wanted and slipped in two fingers, hooking them expertly. Victoria gasped and nearly screamed with pleasure.
Just as she could feel herself inching towards that great precipice, Isabel asked, “Do you want more, love?”
Victoria melted into the couch cushions as her hips flexed up, pleading for what she wanted as she nodded her head. However, Isabel didn’t relent. Her lips twitched as her gaze darkened and Victoria knew what she had to do.
“Yes. God. Please. Isabel. I need it. I need more. Please give it to me.”
Isabel let loose a groan that made Victoria’s toes curl as she inserted a third, then a fourth finger. She could feel the still buttoned pants pulling at the pressure of Isabel’s thrusts and wanted desperately to see exactly how erotic that looked. Yet, Isabel never relented her hold, keeping Victoria trapped beneath her as her gaze bored into Victoria’s soul.
When Isabel added the thumb, pumping her fist and spreading Victoria wide, Victoria careened over the edge and screamed as her orgasm barreled through her. Isabel never stopped, pumping her through each wave of pleasure until Victoria nearly passed out from the pleasure.
Finally, Isabel closed the distance, kissing Victoria deeply as she slid her arm back out from beneath her waistband.
The world around them faded to nothing but the sounds of their breathing and the soft rhythm of their hearts. They stayed close, their foreheads touching, the air between them warm and quiet. Neither looked away.
Victoria’s fingers skimmed Isabel’s cheek, tracing the path her gaze had already taken a dozen times that night. Isabel caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm, then to her wrist — mirroring the tenderness Victoria had shown her before.
No words. No need.
When Victoria finally whispered, “Let’s go to bed,” her voice trembled just slightly.
Isabel nodded, and they stood together, still holding on as they made their way down the short hall. The apartment was dim, lit only by the city glow filtering through the blinds. Their hands never parted.
In the bedroom, they sank onto the bed, the sheets cool against her skin. The world outside felt impossibly far away.
Victoria brushed a strand of hair from Isabel’s face, her thumb lingering at her jaw. Isabel met her eyes again, the same unwavering connection from before — soft, unguarded, and infinite.
Neither of them looked away as the night folded around them, the quiet filled only by the steady, shared rhythm of breath.
Sleep came eventually, slow and peaceful, with their hands still linked between them.
The morning light crept in through the blinds, painting pale gold stripes across the sheets.
Victoria stirred first. For a few seconds, she didn’t move — just breathed. The scent of coffee still clung faintly to her hair from the night before, mingling with the warmth of skin and the quiet rhythm of another heartbeat pressed against her.
Isabel was tucked against her side, her head resting just below Victoria’s collarbone. One of her hands lay over Victoria’s stomach, her fingers curled loosely, her nails grazing the hem of her sleep shirt.
It struck Victoria that she couldn’t remember the last time she’d woken up like this — comfortable and unguarded, not immediately pulled toward duty or worry.
For the first time in longer than she cared to admit, she let herself simplyexistin the moment.
Isabel shifted slightly, letting out a soft, sleepy hum. “You’re awake,” she mumbled against her skin.
“I am,” Victoria said, her voice low and rough with morning.
“Have you been lying there staring at the ceiling this whole time?”
Victoria smiled faintly. “Just thinking.”
“That’s what I was afraid of.” Isabel tilted her head back, her eyes half-open, a sleepy grin tugging at her mouth.
Victoria looked down at her, and for a moment, she forgot what she’d meant to say. The light caught in Isabel’s hair, in the faint creases near her eyes from laughing, fromliving.She looked real, warm, and impossibly dear.
