They moved at the same time, as though April had been thinking the exact same thing, colliding in the middle of the room in a blur of mouths and teeth and tongues. Daphne cupped April’s face, then raked her nails through her hair, tugging at the roots a little. April moaned—the only sound Daphne did want to hear, over and over—and clutched at the waist of Daphne’s black dress. Her hands felt perfect, like water in a desert, and Daphne wanted them everywhere all at once.
And April obliged.
She spread her fingers over Daphne’s ribs, then up to her tits, squeezing and plucking at her nipples. Daphne had to rip her mouth from April’s to cry out, to get some air in her lungs. April’s lips were on her neck now, and she moved them toward the desk bythe window as her hands climbed higher, scraping Daphne’s spaghetti straps off her shoulders just as Daphne’s butt hit the desk chair. April paused only to shove the chair out of the way, then climbed onto the desk and spread her legs, pulling Daphne between them.
Daphne went, her hands sliding up April’s thighs, thumbs digging into the creases where her hips met her legs. She wanted more, deeper, wanted these leather pants in a puddle on the floor, but she couldn’t think straight, couldn’t even ask as April finished her work with Daphne’s dress, pulling the bodice down until her tits were free.
Daphne gasped as April pushed her breasts together, her mouth finding her nipples, tongue swirling, teeth grazing. Daphne tilted her head back, her mouth open. She wanted to beg April to touch her, to make her come, but before she could even start to form a sentence, April’s right hand trailed up her thigh and under her dress, April reading her mind again.
Not that it was hard.
Daphne’s thoughts were very obvious, her hips pushing against April’s hands, nothing but desperate whimpering sounds rolling out of her throat.
April didn’t make her wait long. She pressed her thumb against Daphne’s cotton underwear, circling up and then back down, spreading the mess Daphne’s arousal had already made.
“Fuck,” Daphne said, the first word between them. The right word though. Theonlyword.
April took her nipple in her mouth again, sucking and licking as her fingers pushed aside Daphne’s underwear and slid through her wet pussy. Daphne could hear how wet she was, completely soaked, and April groaned against her tits as she worked Daphne’s clit.
“Fuck,” Daphne said again, widening her legs. “Yes. Please.”
April still didn’t say a word. Instead, she slipped a finger inside Daphne, and then two, and Daphne nearly levitated off the floor. She humped April’s hand, desperate and needy, gripping her shoulders for leverage. April pushed her away a little, but just long enough to close her own legs, then pull one of Daphne’s over her own hip so that Daphne was balancing on one foot.
The angle though.
Daphne yelled another expletive at the ceiling as April’s fingers slid even deeper into her cunt, curling and pumping, fucking her so good, Daphne felt dizzy.
She’d felt dizzy every day since she’d met April Evans, it was true, and god, she loved it. Every spin and twist, and right now, all she wanted was to come on April’s fingers.
April adjusted her wrist, her thumb pressing perfectly on Daphne’s clit, and Daphne came so hard, her vision went dark for a second. She’d felt it building, but then it exploded, a shock. She gripped April’s shoulders, falling forward as the one leg she stood on gave out. April’s other hand was tight around her waist, holding her up. Daphne kept waiting for the feeling to stop, for this to end and for April to pull away, but April kept fucking her, her fingers going even deeper, thumb circling right under her clit, and Daphne came again with her face buried in April’s neck, her lavender hair a tangled mess in her eyes.
April held her for a few seconds while she caught her breath, while she came down. Finally, April slipped her fingers free, and Daphne pushed back to look at her.
April grinned, then opened her mouth to say something, but Daphne wasn’t ready for that.
Not yet.
She put two fingers to April’s mouth.
April’s eyes went wide, but she obeyed.
“Good girl,” Daphne whispered, and April released her own desperate whimper from deep in her chest.
And god, the sound of it made Daphne feel absolutely feral. She’d come hard twice, but she felt just as needy as she had before April had even touched her, just as desperate to make April feel the same way.
Maybe even more.
She removed her fingers from April’s lips and placed one hand between her breasts, pushing her back until she was leaning against the window, then unbuttoned her leather pants. She unzipped them, then made April lift up so she could get them over her butt and down her legs. She ripped them off her ankles, threw them into a corner of the room, then spread April’s legs wide.
She groaned at the sight—lacy black underwear.
April leaned back on her elbows, smirking. Daphne lifted a brow. In about ten seconds, she was going to make April eat that smirk.
Daphne walked to her bed and grabbed a pillow, then came back and flopped it on the floor in front of the desk before kneeling, her hands on April’s knees.
“Oh, fuck,” April said.
Daphne didn’t respond.
