Cursing, Vivian nodded.
“Slowly?” Bryn slipped Vivian’s swollen clit between her fingers, unable to look away from her body.
She shook her head.
“Softly?” Bryn made tiny circles with her fingertips, watching for the places that made Vivian hold her breath. That made her body go rigid.
Vivian shook her head again, swallowing audibly as if in anticipation.
“Do you trust me?” Bryn asked, fingers moving with more speed. More confidence. “Trust me to make you feel so good?”
“Bryn,” she whined like a plea for mercy.
Collecting the evidence of Vivian’s desire from her dripping entrance, Bryn covered Vivian’s clit like it was lube. “Do you want to know what I’m going to do?” She teased the very tip of her clit so lightly it was probably borderline uncomfortable. Or at least she hoped.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“I’m going to make you come like this,” Bryn promised. “Just like this.” She moved her fingers faster but didn’t offer any more pressure. “You’re going to feel like you’re straining for it.” She shifted to quick side to side motions. “Are you already so close?”
Vivian couldn’t stop grinding her ass into Bryn’s lap. And for a dizzying moment Bryn hoped she would drip all over her pants. The notion was fuel on a roaring fire.
“Tell me,” Bryn demanded, wishing that they were facing the huge mirror propped up in the opposite corner. Wishing she could see Vivian’s expression as she moved.
“Mmhmm,” she managed like it took tremendous effort.
“You’re driving me crazy,” Bryn promised.
“Please,” Vivian begged, perspiration dotting over her soft skin.
“But I haven’t finished telling you what I’m going to do.” Bryn kissed her neck, her shoulder, her jaw. “You asked me to fuck you, didn’t you?” She increased the pressure the tiniest bit, sending Vivian’s hips driving upwards for more.
Bryn let go of her breast and grabbed her hip, holding her in place. “After you show me just how good you sound when you come, I’m going to fuck you so hard?—”
Vivian’s moan tore from her throat. Her body stiffened, taut and trembling.
“Just like that, baby. Come for me. God, you’re so fucking good. Don’t stop,” Bryn said, a steady flood of encouragement moaned against Vivian’s ear.
Arm wrapped around Vivian’s waist, Bryn held her while she writhed. The sound of Vivian’s unraveling was like music and art and more than Bryn could’ve ever hoped for. She held her tight. Held her until her orgasm peaked, and before it ended, slammed her middle finger into her hard.
“Didn’t I promise hard and fast?” Bryn panted, biceps already burning.
Vivian didn’t respond. She didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t make a single sound. Somehow the complete silence, the inability to do anything with her stiff body but tremble, was even more devastating than her moans.
Bryn ran her thumb over her nipple again, distracting her before she plunged a second finger into her. Immediately, Vivian clenched around her, squeezing her fingers so tight it was almost impossible to move them. Bryn held on and didn’t stop talking. Didn’t stop praising.
There had never been a sight sexier than Vivian unraveling on top of her. Free and wanted and stunning.
When Vivian dropped into her lap a sweaty heap, Bryn pulled out of her slowly. Even if she wanted to stay inside until the spasms subsided, she didn’t know how overstimulated Vivian got and it wasn’t the time to ask.
“You are amazing,” Bryn said, circling her arms around Vivian while she struggled to catch her breath. “You are unbelievable,” she promised quietly, squeezing her just tight enough to be comforting rather than crushing.
Vivian’s laugh was a hard exhale. She rested her arms over Bryn’s and dropped her head back against her shoulder.
“You’re surprisingly good at that,” she confessed, still breathless.
Bryn kissed her shoulder, relishing the faint salt on her skin. “Why do you say that like you expected me to be a dud?”
“Well, in my experience, people who talk a big game talk themselves into impossible to meet expectations.” She ran her thumb over Bryn’s hand before massaging her wrist like she knew how hard it had worked.
