Making a sound in her throat that sent goosebumps up Vivian’s back, Bryn looked at her as if she saw right through her. “No, of course not. You want to be in control.” She clasped her fingers around Vivian’s hand. “You want to feel the harness tight around your hips.” She adjusted her grip until Vivian was holding out her middle and index fingers, body alive with anticipation. “You want to feel all that resistance when I squeeze your strap so fucking tight.”
Vivian clenched her jaw. Bryn cursed so rarely, and only in these moments, it always sent a spike of desire to her aching core.
“I bet you would feel so good inside of me,” Bryn said dreamily. “The amazing thing about sex is that it’s almost entirely mental.” She pressed Vivian’s fingertips to her lips.
Transfixed, Vivian gawked more than she watched as Bryn slowly kissed her way down her two fingers. Bryn looked at her with half-lidded eyes, making sure she had every shred of her attention. “Do you want to fuck me?”
The question was so profane, so unexpectedly dirty, Vivian almost denied it. Almost lied.
“Yes,” Vivian breathed, body already trembling.
Bryn closed her eyes before running her tongue up the base of Vivian’s fingers in a way that sent another shockwave of need through Vivian’s greedy body. And then Bryn took Vivian’s fingers into her mouth, wrapping her lips around them and sucking them in with destabilizing confidence.
Barely able to process the overwhelmingly sexy sight, Vivian moaned. Moaned when her fingers hit the back of Bryn’s throat and she swirled her tongue around them.
She couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. Every time they had sex, Bryn made her feel like an absolute novice. Like all of the partners she’d had before never existed. It was disorienting and liberating and absolutely terrifying.
Bryn pulled Vivian’s soaked fingers out of her mouth. She owned all of her attention when she rasped, “Then fuck me.”
Holding her by the wrist, Bryn brought Vivian to her entrance, teasing herself with Vivian’s fingers.
“Do you see what you do to me?” Bryn coated Vivian’s fingers with her arousal. “See how wet you make me?”
She held Vivian’s wrist so tightly and it was all Vivian could do not to plunge inside of her. Vivian had been inside her countless times in two days, but this felt so different. This time she felt every touch in her aching clit.
“I love when you tease me with the tip of your strap like that,” Bryn said, back arching off the bed. “I love when you make me beg for it.”
“Yeah?” Vivian muttered against Bryn’s parted lips. “Then make me believe it.”
Eyebrows knitted together, Bryn pushed Vivian inside. She gasped as if Vivian had filled her with something much bigger than two fingers. Any lingering doubts vanished in an instant. Bryn was an incredible actress. Much better than Vivian had ever been.
As soon as Bryn let go of her wrist, Vivian drew herself up to her knees. Arm wrapped around Bryn’s waist, she lifted her back off the bed. Understanding what Vivian wanted, Bryn leaned her weight back on her hands splayed behind her. Rocking her hips, she met every thrust of Vivian’s fingers.
Immediately falling into a rhythm, Bryn tossed her head back. Long line of her neck exposed, Vivian couldn’t resist leaning forward to taste the salt of her skin. To kiss her throat without giving in to the unbearable urge to mark her.
She pulled back when the animalistic desire to bite nearly escaped her. When she did, she didn’t expect to find Bryn looking at her. No, gazing. Gazing with unguarded eyes like there were so many things she wasn’t saying. Things Vivian couldn’t let her say.
“You’re incredible,” Bryn breathed, the words barely audible but deafening. The tenderness in her voice hit Vivian like a jab straight to her tired heart.
She cupped Vivian’s face and brought her close until their foreheads were touching and it was all Vivian could do to keep her fingers moving. All she could do not to cry. Vivian kissed her again. Kissed her hard. As hard as she needed to silence the useless yearning in her idiotic heart.
Bryn matched her energy, shifting from tender to feral in a ragged breath.
“Turn around,” Vivian demanded. “Face the mirror.”
Bryn obeyed faster than Vivian expected. She’d barely pulled out and Bryn was already on her hands and knees facing the foot of the bed.
“Grab a pillow,” Vivian rasped, still recovering from Bryn’s unexpected warmth and desperate to return to the heat that was much more manageable.
In the massive mirror’s reflection, Bryn’s expression asked,for what. Vivian didn’t answer, but it only took Bryn a second to reach for a pillow.
“Straddle it,” Vivian said.
Bryn smirked and did what she was told. Somehow it felt like she was in control even though it was Vivian giving the commands. No matter how they were positioned, Bryn unraveled her, thread by thread. Held her fucking heart in her palm, no matter what she did.
Desperate to regain her footing while she was floating in midair, Vivian plunged into Bryn again. Hard and slow, she curled her fingers against her g-spot.
Grinding into the pillow, Bryn almost immediately clenched around Vivian’s fingers. She rocked back faster, giving Vivian everything she asked for, but everything was not enough.
