Addie crawled up the bed to sit beside Toni.
“Sometimes I like a slow, soft touch,” Toni said in that professorial voice as her fingers stroked over her bare skin. Addie’s gaze was fixed on that roaming hand as Toni stroked the space between her breasts and over her taut stomach.
“I see,” Addie whispered.
“You can touch me, too, if you decide you want to,” Toni said with a smile. “You don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable.”
Addie nodded, not sure she could actually speak. She watched as Toni’s hands moved to the juncture of her thighs. Slow, steady, mesmerizing. Addiewasuncomfortable, but in more of a craving than in a bad time-to-run-away way.
“Sometimes…” Three of Toni’s fingers disappeared inside her body. “… I want a fast, hard fuck. Do you ever feel like that, Addie? Or was that just that once in the garden that you were impatient?”
Addie reached out to trace the curve of Toni’s hip, sighing when Toni arched toward her like an offer. “I don’t know what I want yet,” Addie whispered. “You.I want you.”
“Sometimes,” Toni said, breathier now. “I just wanteverything.”
“Everything?” Addie couldn’t look away from Toni’s hands. “What’s everything?”
“Depends on the woman.” Toni chuckled. “Mouths, hands, toys. I liked being outside with you, knowing we could get caught. I liked seeing you holding on to that fence like I’d restrained you. I’d like to have you straddling my face.”
“And right now?” Addie whispered.
“Anything you want. I want to watch you fall apart and know it’s my doing.” Toni’s fingers were moving almost leisurely. “What doyouwant, Addie? Sometimes that’s the very best thing—knowing how to please your lover, watching them come undone.”
Addie reached out as if to stroke Toni but paused. She felt like all the years with no desire had combined in this moment. She might combust if she wasn’t careful.
Toni helpfully used her free hand to part her slick lips, and Addie couldn’t look away as Toni invited, “This doesn’t have to be just a spectator sport, Addie. Itcanbe, but if you want to know what I like, I can tell you by the way I moan or beg.”
“Do you think I could make you beg?” Addie mused as she moved to half kneel, half sit in the wide-open frame of Toni’s legs. Addie trailed her fingers over the defined lines of muscles, easing closer to where she wanted to touch. “If I put my hand…” She stared at Toni’s thrusting fingers. “There.”
Toni moved her hand away and took Addie’s hand, directing her closer. The wetness on Toni’s hand made Addie shiver with longing.
“Do you want to try?” Toni offered. “I bet you can make me beg and writhe under your touch, love.”
Addie stared down at Toni’s flushed cheeks and slid two fingers inside Toni. She slowly thrusted in and out. “Like this?”
“Yes.” Toni spread her legs wider still, like an invitation to be touched. “Such a good girl. Do you like looking, love?”
Addie nodded, unable to tear her gaze away. “And this… I like this. Feeling you tense around me.”
“Mmmm. Me too. Another finger, Addie.”
Addie swallowed a small noise as she added a third finger. She felt Toni’s inner walls clench tightly around her suddenly. Addie looked up, mesmerized by Toni’s flushed cheeks and lust-heavy eyes.
I did that,Addie marveled. It was a heady thought.
“Are you wet, too, love?” Toni asked.
“Yes.”
“That’s how I felt touching you in Scotland. Touching you made my body drip with need.” Toni suddenly clasped Addie’s hip with one damp hand as Addie sped up.
Addie reached out with her free hand to do what Toni had done to her in the garden—circling, rubbing, and pinching Toni’s clit. She had wanted to make Toni moan and tremble for a year, imagined it over and over, but seeing Toni rise to meet her touch made even Addie’s best fantasies seem mild.
Could I orgasm just from touching her?The pulse between her thighs suggested that she might.
Toni hissed. “What a quick study you are.”
Addie paused. “Too much? Was that—”
