“Didn’t you say you only had thirty minutes?” Hope reached forward and pulled another pillow under her chest, gripping onto it for dear life.
“And I plan on using every second to my advantage.” Angelica scraped her nails lightly against the back of Hope’s thigh. “You know how good I am when it comes to time management.”
“Oh God.” Hope bit her cheek and wrinkled her nose. This was going to be a full thirty minutes of pleasure that built on itself until she burst.
Angelica’s hair was against her lower back, trailing along wherever she deemed fit. Hope held her breath, trying to pay attention to everything that Angelica did, every place she touched. The tendrils of hair teased against the back of her thighs right as Angelica’s fingers pressed against her, whole and just simple pressure.
Hope moaned, pushing her butt up and back. She wanted more of that, desperately. Angelica said nothing, but she did lick the curve of Hope’s ass from the bottom of her cheek to the base of her spine. Hope shivered. Her heart raced. As erotic as thiswas, she knew she’d combust in a second if allowed, and she wanted that and so much more.
“More…” Hope whispered, biting her lip again.
“Oh, you’ll get more,” Angelica replied, but she kept her hand in place. She blew air along the line that was still damp from her tongue.
Hope wiggled, wanting desperately to see what Angelica was doing but also wanting to stay right here, right where Angelica could do anything she wanted. She’d thought sex before had been hot, but this must be Angelica when she wasn’t holding back. Hope gasped when Angelica circled her opening with her thumb—once, twice, and then a third time.
“Fuck,” Hope whispered, trying to keep her body still just so she could experience that again.
And again.
Angelica didn’t stop. She kept the pace slow, the touches feather light. Hope’s entire world became that simple circle of Angelica’s thumb against her slick opening as her body continued to build upward with more pleasure. Her knuckles ached from how hard she gripped the pillow.
“More.” Hope breathed out the word, not even sure if it was intelligible.
“Not yet,” Angelica responded, continuing that slow tease.
Hope grunted her annoyance, but she kept her eyes closed and her face pressed into the pillow. The mattress shifted slightly, Angelica’s knee once again against her hip, and the angle changed. Within seconds, Angelica was pressing against her back, the fabric of her unbuttoned blouse teasing Hope’s skin.
“If I had a strap, I’d fuck you like this.” Angelica’s hot breath moved along Hope’s skin, rippling goosebumps in response. “Would you beg for more then?”
Hope jerked instantly, already imagining what it would feel like to have Angelica pressed against her in that way. Angelica’s thumb pushed inside her just enough to give Hope a vivid idea of what that would feel like. Hope bit her lip, trying to catch her breath as heat overwhelmed her entire body.
Angelica shifted her hand, pushing her thumb inside Hope even deeper than before. She pressed her fingers against Hope’s clit and started a gentle, teasing rub. Everything still moved so slowly, though. It drove Hope nuts. She wanted Angelica inside her. She wanted Angelica’s mouth against her. She wanted to lose herself in the physical pleasure that she knew Angelica would rip from her.
“Would you beg then, Hope?” Angelica asked again.
“Yes,” Hope answered, breathing in sharply on the word. “Yes.”
Angelica increased her speed then. She pushed in deeper, intensifying the pressure.
Hope cried out, her voice muffled by the pillow. She pushed back against Angelica just to try and get one more ounce of whatever Angelica was willing to give her. Angelica moved her thumb, then her fingers, then her thumb again. Hope keened. She was already so damn close. She was already?—
“Fuck,” Hope said loudly.
She careened through the orgasm, her body jerking and twitching so hard. Her nipples tightened. Angelica’s hand was still against her, still moving rapidly, still teasing. Hope gasped for breath, her body so overwrought with sensations that she couldn’t mentally keep up with the fact that Angelica hadn’t stopped. She hadn’t even slowed down.
She’d shifted on the bed, her knees pressed between Hope’s legs, one hand around her hip and the other with two fingers deep. Hope pulled her knee up a little, using the mattress to lift her hips up just enough to give Angelica even more room asshe added a third finger and flicked Hope’s clit so rapidly that Hope’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head.
A second orgasm ripped through her.
She choked, needing cold air in her lungs, but she couldn’t make them work the way they were supposed to. She had her face buried in the pillow, and she turned her hips to clasp Angelica’s hand between her legs and stop her from moving and touching and—thank all things holy—Angelica figured it out and stilled.
Because Hope’s pussy wouldn’t stop clenching.
Her body wouldn’t stop rippling with pleasure.
Hope finally turned onto her side, freeing Angelica’s hand and staring down at her while she heaved breaths.
“Oh my God.”
