Angelica reached down, brushing one delicate finger across the edge of Hope’s bra. She followed the fabric to right between her breasts before moving it up the other side. Hope’s heart pattered wildly, and she reached behind her back and pinched the snap. She tugged the fabric away. Then she scooted backward onto the mattress, keeping her gaze locked on Angelica.
What would she do next?
Because Hope wanted to be taken and she wanted to take. She was here to explore absolutely everything she possibly could and to sink into this moment and never let go of it. She shivered as she pressed her head into the pillows and eyed Angelica carefully.
Angelica crossed her hands under the sports bra and dragged it up and over her head, freeing her breasts. Hope’s breath left her instantly. She was stunning. The way her breasts hung, the dusky nipples against flushed skin, hardened nipples that just beckoned for Hope to taste.
Pressing her knee into the mattress, Angelica climbed onto the bed and crawled over Hope. She kissed her. Hope brushed her fingers across Angelica’s bare shoulders, following the lines and curves of her arms as they pressed their lips together one after the other, over and over again. Hope shivered, bringing her knee up to cradle Angelica against her tightly.
All the worries and fears that had held her back disappeared from her mind entirely. She was filled with nothing other than Angelica in her arms, against her body, skin to skin. Hope stared up at her with wide eyes. She used a feather-light touch as she reached for Angelica’s breasts and followed those curves, over the swell, the nipple, and down to her waist again.
Angelica hummed, her eyelids fluttering shut as if she had found immense pleasure in just that simple touch. Hope cocked her head to the side, kissing Angelica again as she tried to deepen the embraces. Her brain spun with everything that she wanted to do and not knowing where to start first.
She’d dreamed of this, of course.
She’d even looked up porn to see what would be most interesting to her, imagining being with Angelica in all those positions before being wracked with guilt and putting a hard stop to that. But this was nothing compared to that. Hope pushed her heel into the mattress and wrapped her arm around Angelica’s back, turning them slowly until Angelica was underneath her, hair fanned out and that pesky curl covering her eyes.
Hope couldn’t hold back her smile at that.
Leaning on one hand, she lifted up her other and brushed that curl to the side. Angelica closed her eyes, her breathing steadying. Oh, did she like that? Hope slowed, tracing a line from the center of Angelica’s forehead, over her nose and damp lips, over her chin and down her neck. Angelica’s breathing increased.
Hope noticed every little change in her, needing to know what she liked and what she didn’t like. Angelica stayed entirely still, opening her body to Hope. When Hope touched the center of her chest with those same two fingers, Angelica’s eyes flew open, locking on Hope’s.
Passion.
Pleasure.
Desire.
All that and more reflected back at her. Hope bit her lip, dragging her fingers lower, between Angelica’s breasts and down her soft belly. She had freckles that littered her skin. Hope never would have guessed that, a mole just to the right of her bellybutton that had the lightest scar just at the top of it, a slightly curved line that was about an inch long.
Hope bypassed that, moving her hand back up to cover Angelica’s breast with her palm and massaging lightly. Angelica gasped, her shoulders pushing into the mattress and her chin raising up. She liked this touch. She had to. Hope bent down closer, her cheek brushing against Angelica’s as she lightly pinched her nipple. Angelica gasped, rising up again.
She wanted to know what it would feel like to have her fingers deep inside Angelica, to be touching her and giving her pleasure. Hope leaned down on her elbow, pressing their lips together as she turned her wrist and lowered her hand even more. She pushed her fingers and then her palm under Angelica’s leggings and underwear, finding her completely clean of any hair.
Looking deep into Angelica’s eyes, Hope breathed this in. Angelica reached up one hand around Hope’s back, pressing her fingers into her skin. She lifted her other hand, grasping onto Hope’s shoulder as she spread her knees and raised her hips, angling them differently. Hope held her breath, moving her fingers against Angelica’s slick, wet folds.
Angelica gasped, her voice just on the edge of her breath before she released it, her mouth wide open as Hope pressed one finger inside her and then another. Angelica grunted, rutting her hip teasingly. Hope’s heart rate ramped up, her entire body on edge as she watched Angelica continue to unfold right before her eyes.
A thrill ran through her from head to toe and back again. Hope moved in, capturing Angelica’s lips with her own and swallowing down her moan. Oh, this was exactly what she’d wanted and so much more. She never would have been able to predict just how much this was exactly what she’d needed. Angelica moved against her hand, grinding on her.
The power Hope held filled her. She pressed her palm against Angelica’s clit, gently at first and then harder when Angelica seemed to demand it, seemed to love it. Hope kept her gaze on every change in Angelica—from the way she breathed, to the pink in her cheeks, to the fluttering of her lashes as she tried to open her eyes and look into Hope’s.
Angelica gripped onto her tightly, pulling Hope’s head down and pressing her nose into Hope’s neck. Hope kissed the soft skin that she found, Angelica’s curls getting in the way of her finding full skin, but she wasn’t about to move or adjust because whatever Angelica was doing with her body was amazing.
Angelica groaned.
Hope’s entire body fired with arousal.
Angelica gasped.
Hope pushed in harder, curling her fingers.
Angelica grunted.
Hope nipped her neck.
They moved together, as if they were made for this. Hope had worried she would be afraid, but there was no fear. Instead, she was only filled with curiosity and the desire to touch and give as much pleasure as Angelica would allow her. Angelica’s movements became stronger, steadier and more even. Hope pressed into her harder, the hardness of Angelica’s body blending with the softness, the curves, the warmth and heat.
