How good Brynn felt, no matter what she was doing to Hallie.
Bright, playful eyes met Hallie’s when Brynn finally leaned back, her lips wet. “Are you okay?”
Quickly, Hallie nodded. Of course she was okay! The most incredible woman she’d ever met was currently ravaging her in their apartment. But her sensibilities, no matter how out of her mind with want she was, wouldn’t let her do anything that could ever make Brynn uncomfortable. “I just wanted to make sure that you’re doing this because you want this and not because you know how much I want it.”
It was the understatement of the year, considering that Hallie had been soaking wet since dinner, when Brynn had run her fingers up Hallie’s thigh and for at least the next hour.
A sly smile played across Brynn’s lips. “You want this?” she asked, tilting her head to the side at the same time her fingers skated across the expanse of skin below Hallie’s shirt.
Hallie groaned as her fingernails shifted over to scratch lightly against her hips. “Brynn, please,” she begged. “I’m trying to be responsible here.”
“You’re doing a great job, too,” Brynn murmured, her hands wrapping around Hallie and holding her close. She leaned forward again, placing a kiss on her neck. It was already hard enough to withstand, but it became impossible when Brynn whispered into her ear, “I have thought about making you feel good every single day since you made me come. I cannot wait to touch you, Hallie.”
Hallie’s resolve snapped then. The fact that their attraction to one another was driving Brynn crazy with desire, too? It was too much for her to take. She pulled Brynn close, their bodies pressed together as she started to rock outward, looking for friction. Anything to alleviate the pulsing in her clit, which was making it hard for her to think, hard to do anything but meet Brynn’s insistent kisses with her own messy, insatiable lips. Shelicked into Brynn’s mouth, heat engulfing her senses, and then her own knees went weak as Brynn, meeting the challenge, kissed her with such intensity that Hallie thought her heart may hammer out of her chest.
“I’ve never wanted like this before, Hallie. I want all of you. So badly,” Brynn said as she toyed with the button on Hallie’s pants. “I want you so much that I can barely think. I’m consumed with this need that’s never satisfied. Do you know what that feels like?”
Brynn looked at her again, the same need she was talking about written across her face. Across those still-wet lips that Hallie had just been biting till bee-stung. Brynn’s chest, rising and falling with uneven exhales. The way her fingers hadn’t stopped toying with the button, rubbing her thumb over the smooth metal. “Every time that you walk out this door, I think about dropping down to my knees and begging you to stay. To get even another minute of your touch and your warmth and your smile.”
It was too much, the way Hallie’s heart was so out of her control upon hearing Brynn’s words. She felt the same way. Nothing was enough. She wanted to wrap herself up in Brynn all the time, in every way that two people could be close.
“That doesn’t exactly bode well for neither of us getting fired,” Hallie tried to joke, but it came out reedy and halting, like she wasn’t in control of her voice. Which she wasn’t, especially not when Brynn popped open the button, and all Hallie could do was let out a strangled moan.
She hadn’t even been touched yet, and already she felt like she was on the verge of coming. Orgasming had never been difficult for her, and with the knowledge that it was going to be at Brynn’s hands, she was sure that all it would take was a few well-purposed strokes to get her where she was growing more desperate by the minute to go.
But she wanted to make it last, to wring out every last ounce of pleasure from Brynn touching her for the first time. She was trying to think about what she could do to stave off the orgasm that was already building at the base of her spine when?—
Brynn dropped to her knees in the living room, and it was all Hallie could do to brace herself against the door and stay upright. The top of her blonde hair looked like a halo in the lighting from the small lamp on the end table, and Hallie thought that she must be an angel and this must be heaven and Hallie wasn’t quite sure about anything right then except that she hadn’t ever experienced something that made her whole body clench in anticipation.
“Before you, I didn’t know that I could be obsessed with someone’s stomach.” Brynn was on her knees, and she leaned forward to place too-soft kisses against Hallie’s bare skin. They were the kind that made Hallie desperate for a harder touch—not that she was sure she’d survive it.
“Brynn,” she begged, her fingers wrapping through Brynn’s hair. Not directing her, but looking for something to keep her tethered to the earth.
“And your hips,” Brynn continued as Hallie’s fingers threaded in deeper. Because Brynn was looking up at her, batting her eyelashes. It was already making Hallie unsteady enough, but then she placed a few nips against Hallie’s hot skin, and an uncontrollable burst of heat rolled through her.
“You’ve really thought about this,” Hallie managed to push out, both to buy herself time but also because she was, as always, transfixed by whatever Brynn had to say.
“Those are just the places that I’ve been able to touch so far. You can’t imagine how much I’ve thought about the others.” She unzipped Hallie’s slacks, allowing them to pool around Hallie’s ankles on the floor.
The slight chill in the room did nothing to temper the heat radiating off her in waves. Even if it had, that would have been nothing but a quick memory because moments later, Brynn leaned forward and placed another excruciatingly light kiss against Hallie’s underwear.
She was going to die tonight. She was well and truly going to die from being so turned on, and there was nothing she could do about it. That was the thought racing most persistently through her brain as Brynn’s deft fingers came to rest at the edges of her underwear. She looked up at Hallie again for permission.
It came with Hallie’s embarrassingly fast nod. And then, all Hallie could do was lean her head back against the door and pray that her body didn’t give out on her.
“I’ve thought about you in so many ways,” Brynn said as she dragged her fingernails down Hallie’s thighs, goose bumps trailing in their wake.
Hallie couldn’t stop herself when she said, “Tell me,” even though she knew the answer was going to be her ruin.
Brynn’s fingers continued their trails along Hallie’s legs, which bowed out instinctively, needing to feel her touch.
She was so fucking ready.
“Well, I’ve definitely thought about using my fingers, just like you did on me,” Brynn answered breathlessly. When her hands reached the tops of Hallie’s thighs, she shifted them inward. Then, agonizingly slowly, she ran her fingertip up Hallie’s center.
Hallie buckled with even the slight touch, a want so desperate building up inside of her that it was making it almost painful to hold herself back from rutting into Brynn’s hand. “Brynn. Please.” It was all she could manage, given the way her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest.
But Brynn seemed intent to explore, and Hallie wasn’t going to tell her no. Which was why when Brynn pushed a finger indeeper, Hallie taking her easily, all she could do was pant out an unsteady breath and dig her fingertips into Brynn’s scalp.
