Hallie repositioned herself so that Brynn’s body pushed harder into her own, reveling in the pang of desire that shot through her. “Exactly like that.”
In spite of the need coursing through her, she was charmed at how much Brynn did try to keep things appropriate. Her hands, even though they were kneading into each of Hallie’s breasts, never focused on her nipples.
Which, Hallie had a sneaking suspicion, wasn’t what either of them wanted.
Hallie had learned, the more time they spent together, that Brynn was especially fixated on her chest. There was the night that they’d slept together, and then multiple times throughoutthe last few weeks, when Hallie had caught her staring. Not only at Hallie’s lips or eyes or body, in general, but also, very specifically, at her boobs.
And, unfortunately for Brynn, Hallie had become fixated on Brynn’s fixation. So much so that she couldn’t help but push things.
“Just like that,” she sighed when one of Brynn’s fingers ghosted across her nipple, which was already hard with arousal.
They’d done a good job of not putting themselves in any compromising positions lately. Well, except for the whole strip poker thing, but there hadn’t been any touching. In Hallie’s book, that made her a saint. Brynn had gotten down to her own underwear that night, and Hallie’s mouth had gone dry staring at perfect, hard nipples that she herself had wanted to take into her mouth and worship.
So maybe their fixation was a two-way street. It boded very well for the both of them, once they fully gave into the electricity that was ratcheting up every day.
Somehow, the conversation that she’d had with her mom earlier today had settled something in her. Which was crazy because she’d agonized over being honest with her parents for so long. But she’d ripped the Band-Aid off.
And Brynn had been there to quell any fears or doubts or reservations that probably would have made her spiral.
What a gift she’d been given. It was one that she didn’t want to waste anymore.
“Are you missing a spot?” Hallie asked as she moved her shoulders. Brynn’s knuckles brushed against a puckering tightness, more intense than Hallie had ever felt before. Her hardened buds were almost sore at this point, practically begging for relief.
Brynn pursed her lips for so long that Hallie wondered if she was even breathing. “What happened to being good?” she finally whispered. “Taking things slowly?”
“We’re getting to know one another better,” Hallie argued before quickly amending, “Unless you aren’t ready.” She would never put Brynn in an uncomfortable position, no matter how badly she wanted to be touched.
“I want it. God, do I want it,” Brynn said, her tone mirroring her words. She paused, tracing along Hallie’s nipple. “I just want it to be good for you. I’ve never been with a woman before, as you know, but I’ve been watching a lot of porn lately. To make sure that I’m ready.”
Hallie would have bit the comforter if she could have reached it, but she had to settle for an agonized groan. “Research is so important,” she tried to tease, but it came out as more earnest than anything. Her clit had its own heartbeat now, but she was trying her best to ignore it. “I’m sure that whatever feels good for you will feel good for me. I have no doubt that it will be good, so don’t ever worry about that, okay? Being withyouis what I want.”
“Yeah?” Brynn asked, plucking at one of Hallie’s nipples, making her squirm.
So much for a tender moment between the two of them.
“Brynn,” she begged, squeezing her legs together. Brynn clocked this, shifting her focus to look down at Hallie’s underwear. She wondered if Brynn could see the wetness, whether it had already soaked through the garment that was both too flimsy and way too solid for what she needed.
Before Hallie could register what was happening, Brynn dipped her head down and pulled the nipple she’d just been toying with into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.
Heat whipped through Hallie’s body, threatening to engulf her. God, she wanted this. Wanted Brynn.
For all of the clearly physical reasons, yes, but for the emotional ones, too. She trusted Brynn. More than she trusted anyone else with her body and her heart. And she just knew, on some instinctive level, that her trust was never going to be misplaced.
She didn’t want to wait anymore, but it was also quite possible that shecouldn’twait anymore. For the first time, she wanted to smash through the doors that she’d closed off to protect herself. “I trust you. Whenever you’re ready, I am, too.”
Dimly, Hallie registered a sound from the living room, but there was nothing as important as what was happening right now.
To Brynn’s credit, she was looking at Hallie like she’d do anything to keep this moment going. Her hand had already shifted down to Hallie’s underwear, where she was scratching lightly above the band.
“Hallie? Brynn? I have drunken noodles galore,” Sydney’s voice called from somewhere outside the door.
Hallie groaned. She should have never let Sydney keep an extra key to the apartment. All she could do was put her hands on her face and drag them down, willing her sanity to come back to her body.
“It would be rude to send them away,” Brynn acknowledged breathlessly, even as she didn’t move to stand up. She was still running her fingers teasingly back and forth across Hallie’s stomach.
Which made it all the harder for Hallie to push out, “It would.”
“And we don’t want to be those people,” Brynn affirmed, though Hallie wasn’t sure if it was more for Brynn’s own benefit than for hers.
