“Your body is so strong,” Bryn muttered while she gently kissed the curve of Vivian’s neck. “You’re incredible.” She took both of Vivian’s breasts in her hands, squeezing them.
Vivian responded by rolling her hips into Bryn’s lap, slow and seductive. She reached back, nails finding the base of Bryn’s skull and scratching her so softly, the touch had no right to feel so good.
Rubbing her thumb over Vivian’s nipple with one hand, Bryn let the other roam down her torso. When she reached the waistband of her underwear, Vivian held her breath.
“Have you imagined this before?” Bryn didn’t wait for her to answer. “Thought about my hands while listening to my voice?”
Vivian tensed.
“I hope you have,” Bryn confessed, nuzzling her neck and grazing the shell of her ear with her lips. “Fuck, that would be so hot.”
Vivian made a sound something like a whimper. “No,” she moaned, body trembling while she was grinding and making Bryn wish she’d packed a strap.
There was something like regret in Vivian’s tone.
“Did you want to?” Bryn guessed, hand drifting over Vivian’s underwear.
Vivian bucked her hips forward to meet Bryn’s touch. “Yes.”
Bryn rewarded her honesty by pressing her fingers to the material, not expecting to find it damp with arousal. The contact was a rush of unbearable desire that undoubtedly soaked her own boyshorts.
“I wish you would have,” Bryn confessed, squeezing Vivian’s nipple between her fingers. “You’re so beautiful when you come, aren’t you?” She teased the tip of Vivian’s hard clit through the material.
Vivian trembled in Bryn’s lap, her hard breaths turning into enthralling moans. Bryn wanted to stay there forever. To live on the brink until it killed her.
“Do you like to use your fingers?” Bryn rasped against Vivian’s ear. “A toy?”
“A vibrator,” Vivian replied, like she was resisting the urge to cry.
“Do you ever tease yourself?” She slid down the soaked material to her entrance.
“No,” she replied like it had never occurred to her.
“Never press it to your pussy right here?” She pressed her fingers together, making circles to feel how wet she was.
“Bryn,” Vivian made a fist in Bryn’s hair, the other gripping the armrest so hard she might splinter the wood. “Please.”
“Please what, baby?” She squeezed her breast, pushing the tips of her fingers in as deep as the underwear would allow.
Vivian cursed, throwing her body back into Bryn to grind against her fingers. It was so hot Bryn was sure she’d have an orgasm before Vivian ever touched her.
“Do you like it when I call you baby?” Bryn lost Kelly Craves.
Vivian nodded.
“Can you come like this?” Bryn slipped in through the side of her underwear.
“Yes,” she panted. “Please,” she added, voice faint and signaling she was close to ruining her expensive lingerie.
“You’re incredible,” Bryn repeated, resting her chin on Vivian’s shoulder to watch her rock her hips into her touch. “Can you take those off for me?”
Vivian ripped off her underwear. The sight of her naked and splayed in Bryn’s lap was almost too much.
“Open your legs,” Bryn pleaded. “Let me see you.”
Vivian hooked one leg over the chair’s arm and parted the other. She was a much better listener than Bryn expected. So much more eager to please.
“Do you want me to make you come, baby?” Bryn grazed her earlobe with her teeth.
