Her hand was still waiting impatiently at the apex of Brynn’s thighs, her fingers twitching, aching to help them both find release from these intensifying sensations.
“Hallie, please,” Brynn panted, a begging note in her voice that Hallie thought might unravel her.
She pushed her fingers forward, finding Brynn’s clit for the first time. It was hard and wet and pulsing with need.
Hallie let out the longest, most obscene exhale that she’d ever uttered before her own lips bloomed into a wild, uncontrollable smile. Because, fuck, she wasn’t sure who was going to enjoy this more.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Brynn was aware of every single molecule in her body. There was so much that she wanted to experience, with—and at—Hallie’s hand.
A hand that was incredibly dextrous and capable, it turned out. Brynn’s whole body tightened when all Hallie did was brush her fingers tentatively against her clit.
Because—yeah, she registered—that felt like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Not with herself and not with someone else.
And, gender aside, Brynn had accepted that it was about Hallie specifically. About the connection they shared. How Brynn could let down her guard and be completely comfortable and herself whenever they were together, unworried about saying the wrong thing or making a mistake.
She just… existed, in a way that she couldn’t with anyone else in her life.
Being able to do that seemed to open all these parts of herself up that had been boxed away. They were open now—gapingly,achinglyopen—and she couldn’t imagine putting this feeling back into some recess of her mind and trying to forget about it.
Truly, it wasn’t even possible, the knowledge impressed upon her when they both let out indulgent groans as Hallie slid her fingers down against Brynn’s slit, where she was already wetter than she’d ever been.
She ached, like an emptiness was threatening to open up inside of her body and swallow her whole if she didn’t get some relief. If she didn’t find a way to tame this insatiable, wild feeling that her body knew it was on the verge of something it had never experienced before.
Maybe she wouldn’t be able to come, at least not this time, but whatever was happening felt so good that it didn’t matter. In fact, it took a back seat to everything else.
Her own hands had found their way under Hallie’s shirt, and she was tracing light patterns along incredibly soft skin, mapping every divot and muscle in Hallie’s back. “Is this okay?” she asked, trying to keep some semblance of regard for the fact that, ten minutes ago, she hadn’t even thought that Hallie would be a part of the scenario tonight.
But Hallie hadstayed. She’d walked into the room and stayed, and then she’d said insanely sexy things to Brynn, like how she wanted to guide her through trying to come. Which, for the first time, really did seem like an honest-to-god possibility for her.
She couldn’t ignore that the strained, tight feeling in her core was only so intense because Hallie was here. With her.
Hallie hadn’t answered, so Brynn’s hands stilled against her back, even as she groaned quietly. This finally prompted, in a rushed exhale from Hallie, “If you’re okay, then so am I. Whatever you want, I’m on board with. As much or as little.”
“Hallie,” Brynn murmured, trying to remember how to breathe as fingers started to work against her clit again, causing euphoria to radiate through her. “You’re allowed to have feelings about this, too. I don’t want it to just be about me.”
Brynn had been fantasizing about Hallie in more than a platonic way for weeks now, and the idea that the attention was going to be solely focused on her didn’t sit right.
Hallie started to move her fingers in a slow, circular pattern then, and every part of Brynn’s brain that was dedicated to rationality and reason short-circuited. “I like focusing on you,” Hallie said breathlessly. Brynn only dimly registered the words as Hallie continued her ministrations.
It felt amazing to be touched like this. To have Hallie on top of her, Hallie’s weight holding her in place.
Hallie, Hallie, Hallie.
All roads led to Hallie, and the voice in her head couldn’t go a single second without reminding her of that.
“Just tell me what feels good. Whatever you want, Brynn. Do you like this?” Hallie asked as she methodically traced up and down Brynn’s entrance, applying a hint of pressure but not slipping inside, which Brynn was realizing, as the seconds ticked on, was what she was growing desperate to feel.
She exhaled raggedly, already flushed and overheated with her need for more. But Hallie was moving at a painfully leisurely pace, toying with Brynn like there was no rush. This was further evidenced when she stopped, resting her two fingers right where Brynn wanted her the most. But Brynn could feel, with the slight twitch of Hallie’s fingers, that she wanted, maybe as much as Brynn did, to push inside.
In a night of firsts, she also finally understood the reckless, out-of-control sensation that she could best describe as a willingness to do anything, say anything, beg for anything just to get Hallie to give her what her body craved.
Which was Hallie pumping her fingers into Brynn, keeping the fever under her skin stoking up and up.
Maybe what Brynnwouldn’tdo to get Hallie to keep going was the better question.
But Hallie held still until, finally, when Brynn thought she was going to combust, she looked down at her for confirmation. Which she received quickly in the form of a nod and a moanedplease. Hallie gently pushed a finger inside and then, almost as quickly, eased it out again.
