“You,” Evie managed. “Just you. All of you.”
Maggie’s hand slid lower, fingers ghosting over Evie’s hip, her inner thigh, everywhere except where Evie needed her most.
“Maggie,” Evie said, half plea, half demand.
“I’m here,” Maggie said, and finally—finally—touched her.
She slid her fingers around her soft folds, feeling how much her body craved her. Desperate to give her everything she had. Tracing slow circles around her clit.
Evie’s head fell back against the pillows, a broken sound escaping her throat. Maggie’s fingers moved with devastating precision, reading every response, adjusting pressure and rhythm to meet her perfectly.
“Look at me,” Maggie said, and Evie forced her eyes open.
The intimacy of that—of watching Maggie watch her, of seeing the awe and desire and love written clearly across her face—was almost too much to bear.
Maggie pushed her fingers deep inside of her, thrusting into her and watching her body move with pleasure.
“Oh fuck, don’t stop,” Evie gasped as pleasure built, sharp and insistent.
“Never,” Maggie promised, and Evie believed her.
“You feel so good,” Evie moaned.
Maggia started to fuck her more, moving up towards her face and kissing her deeply. Her fingers still pushing deep inside. Her eyes never moved from her face and body. She kissed her way down Evie’s body, until her mouth landed on Evie’s clit. As her fingers fucked her deeply, slowly, effortlessly, her tongue flicked slowly over her swollen clit.
“Oh my fucking god, just like that,” Evie roared as the intensity started to build to a peak, quicker than she ever imagined.
When Evie came, it was with Maggie’s name on her lips. The intensity of it rolled through her in waves, and Maggie held her through it, whispering soft words against her skin.
As Evie wound down, trembling and oversensitive, Maggie gathered her close, pressing kisses to her temple, her cheek, her mouth.
“Okay?” Maggie whispered.
“More than okay,” Evie said, when she could speak. “But we’re not done.”
Maggie pulled back slightly. “Evie, you don’t have to?—”
“I want to,” Evie interrupted, already rolling them so Maggie was beneath her. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to touch you like this? Without either of us panicking about what it meant?”
Maggie’s breath hitched as Evie’s hands began their own exploration, learning the landscape of her body—the scar on her shoulder from a cycling accident, the freckles scattered across her collarbone, the way she shivered when Evie’s lips brushed the soft skin of her inner wrist.
“You’re allowed to let go,” Evie murmured, settling between Maggie’s thighs. “You don’t have to be in control here.”
“I don’t know how to not be. But I want too.” Maggie admitted, her voice shaking.
“I know,” Evie said, pressing a kiss to her stomach. “So I’ll help you.”
Evie took control in her own way, caressing Maggie’s body and making her feel at ease. She could see the goosebumps prickle over her soft skin as her fingers traced over her stomach and thighs. She slowly moved her fingers in between her thighs as she felt the wetness taking over her hot core. She loved to feel how excited she’d made Maggie.
“You are are fucking wet,” Evie moaned.
Maggie moaned as she moved her body towards Evie.
“I want you so much,” Maggie yearned.
Evie didn’t hesitate. She moved her face down and slowly traced her tongue over her soft wet folds, lapping up every part of the wetness she had created. Her tongue slowly pushed inside of her, and back out again. She started to focus on her clit, which was so swollen and plump.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Evie asked.
