“Fuck, Brynn. You feel so good,” Hallie panted. She teased around Brynn’s entrance, sending all of Brynn’s already heightened senses into overdrive.
She loved and hated exactly what Hallie was doing to her, in equal measures. But what she wasn’t torn about was the way that Hallie said her name, so full of wonder mingled with want, like this truly was the best night of her life, too. And she especially loved how Hallie filled her, even with a single finger, allowing them to get closer than ever before.
She needed that feeling back. “Please,” Brynn whined again through choppy exhales, rutting her hips up, trying to encourage Hallie back inside.
It hadn’t come even close to being this good with other partners. Gregory had been disinterested for (now) very obvious reasons, and Grant was selfish through and through. She could accept that, in retrospect, she hadn’t had a good basis of comparison.
But Hallie? She was tender and engaged and so focused on Brynn that it was hard to form coherent thoughts.
Which had never been an issue in Brynn’s life before.
So, for maybe the first time ever, she decided to just do whatfeltgood.
And what felt good was to indulge in the press of Hallie’s chest as it rose and fell against her own. Brynn wanted to touch her everywhere. In the last minutes, she’d grown sort of obsessed with thinking about the soft contours of Hallie’s body, how they were so familiar but so foreign to her.
Hallie’s breasts, specifically, which were straining against the fabric of her T-shirt, her nipples poking through from the cold or her desire or maybe some combination of the two. Brynn had never wanted so badly to touch and taste and get lost in every possible sensation, just from the sight of a part of someone else’s body.
And knowing that they were so hard, even with a bra and shirt between them, only made the ache between Brynn’s legs grow more persistent.
She’d never felt so wanted or desired before, like their pleasure was tied together. That in and of itself was a staggering realization and a potent aphrodisiac.
Slowly, Brynn slid one of her hands around, scratching her nails lightly against Hallie’s rib cage. Hallie let out an anguished groan in response, which only turned Brynn on more.
Making Hallie feel good in turn ratcheted up her own hunger, like a perfect, never-ending loop. They were the infinity symbol, their bodies—together—promising limitless potential.
And Brynn wanted nothing more than to push into the expansiveness that awaited them.
“Oh god,” Hallie said as Brynn’s hand ghosted up higher, her thumb brushing across one of the pebbled nipples that Brynn couldn’t stop looking at, more perfect than anything she’d ever seen.
Hallie’s hips jerked against hers, and Brynn’s stomach bottomed out. Apparently, they both liked Hallie’s nipples receiving this attention, and Hallie’s response emboldened her.
She cupped Hallie’s breast in her hand, marveling at its solid weight. Brynn’s own chest was smaller, and she loved the fullness of Hallie. She wanted to take as much as she could in her hand and pull the perfect, hardened bud between her lips.
Which, when she’d been with men, had never even been a fleeting thought during sex.
“Brynn,” Hallie groaned as she allowed her to take her time, exploring soft touches and more pressured circles.
It was dizzying, how good it felt whenever Hallie let out a mew of pleasure, how her hips jerked against Brynn, looking for purchase.
This was, by far, the hottest sexual experience of Brynn’s life, and they were still fully clothed. Her whole body was thrumming with anticipation, waiting for whatever Hallie would do next.
Which, Hallie seemed to decide—as Brynn continued to toy with her nipples, moving between giving each one focused attention—was to slide her finger inside again, deeper this time, which made Brynn’s breath catch in her throat. She was adjusting to the awareness of Hallie so deeply inside of her when Hallie’s thumb found its way back to her clit and started massaging her in purposeful circles. Her stomach clenched.
The hand on Hallie’s back was completely out of Brynn’s control, and she pushed Hallie down harder than she’d intended, arching her hips up at the same time to give Hallie silent permission to go even deeper. Brynn wanted all of it. “More,” she said, a strangled plea as her fingers plucked against Hallie’s chest more forcefully, rolling the hardened bud between her fingers.
Hallie moaned and, just like Brynn had hoped, met the request. She eased another finger inside and, now with two of them, pushed in as deep as they could go before curling upward.
Brynn felt that touch everywhere. In her toes. In her fingertips. In her chest. And especially in her center, which was starting to pulse and contract, a desperate tightness blanketed on top of everything that made her squirm to try and get more friction.
She found it by pulling Hallie’s face back down to her and kissing her like this was going to be her last kiss. She asked for—no, demanded—entry with her tongue. Hallie granted it, alongwith a moan into Brynn’s mouth, and heat soaked through her body.
Brynn had never wanted to kiss someone like this. Messy and devouring and like she couldn’t get enough. And that was becauseshecouldn’t get enough.
Hallie’s lips were warm, but her cheeks still held the slightest tinge of cold from the outdoors. She smelled like a pine forest, which only made Brynn want to burrow closer and inhale the scent.
Brynn had never felt like this before. Had never been this close to coming. From the touching and the kissing and the reverent way Hallie was moving against her, like Brynn was both breakable but also the only thing keeping Hallie holding on to reality.
“Keep doing that,” Brynn panted as Hallie’s fingers continued to push in and up, in and up.
