“Is this ok?” Catherine asked.
“More than ok,” Sloane gasped her voice hazy with desire. “It feels incredible. You feel incredible.”
Catherine smiled. “No,youfeel incredible on my hand,” Catherine said. “I can feel your body pulsing around my hand, welcoming me deep inside you.”
Catherine moved her hand a little, in and out testing what felt good for Sloane. She was still on top of Sloane, above her, watching her face with every movement of her hand inside.
“Oh, that’s good, really good,” Sloane groaned. “You can fuck me a bit with your hand, you know? Just go slow, real slow, drag your hand out and then press it back in. I love the feeling of it pressing into me. I love the feeling of opening for you.”
Catherine nodded, enjoying taking direction from someone who clearly knew her own body and what she wanted. She worked slowly, dragging her hand out and then watching Sloane look like she would tip over the edge as she pressed her whole hand back inside her.
“Oh fuuuuuuckkkk,” Sloane cried out.
Catherine felt Sloane’s right hand reaching between their bodies her fingers seeking out her own clitoris and she lifted her own hips to allow Sloane access.
“That’s it, touch yourself. I want you to come with my hand deep inside you.”
She felt Sloane’s hand moving between them against her own clitoris and she felt utterly turned on by it all. She felt the feeling of Sloane’s pussy deep inside beginning to change and tighten. She noticed Sloane’s breathing change and her eyes becoming hazy.
“Look in my eyes and come for me,” Catherine said as she pressed her hand slowly into Sloane once again.
Sloane’s orgasm was massive. Catherine felt it crushing and pulsing against her hand. She felt the flood of hot wet liquid as Sloane’s pleasure squirted out of her.
She felt Sloane’s body go slack beneath her, Catherine’s hand still buried deep.
Catherine felt more turned on than she ever had in her life and she had an insatiable desire to take her own orgasm while her hand was still inside Sloane.
She rocked back until she was sitting up on her knees straddling Sloane’s thigh, pressing her wet pussy tight against Sloane’s thigh. She was still looking in Sloane’s eyes enjoying watching them come back to life.
“Can I?” Catherine asked, grinding her pussy down on Sloane’s leg, awaiting permission.
Sloane nodded eagerly. “Keep your hand inside me while you come, Catherine.”
Catherine could feel the after pulses of Sloane’s orgasm around her hand as she ground her clitoris against Sloane’s thigh. It was barely any time at all before her own orgasm rushed through her like a tsunami, all powerful and destructive, taking everything in its path.
And one thing she hadn’t expected or ever experienced before was the rush of liquid between her own legs over Sloane’s thigh. Catherine was acutely aware she had just squirted when she came, but the thought didn’t horrify her.
This was different with Sloane. Catherine was more sexually present than she ever had been.
For the first time in her life, Catherine let go.
Catherine slowly and steadily withdrew her hand watching Sloane’s now peaceful face as she did. She collapsed onto the bed next to Sloane and Sloane embraced her and held her close.
At some point, Catherine whispered Sloane’s name against her lips, and Sloane responded by tightening her grip, pulling her closer, like she never wanted to let go.
Catherine didn’t realize how much she needed that. How much she wanted to be held.
They stayed like that for what felt like forever until Catherine could no longer think, until there was nothing left between thembut this—the push and pull, the heat and softness, the quiet surrender that Catherine had never allowed herself before.
They lay there still, their bodies tangled in sheets and moonlight and Sloane brushed a hand over Catherine’s cheek, her thumb tracing gently along her jaw.
Catherine exhaled, her chest still rising and falling in the aftermath. She should leave. She should say something sharp to put distance back between them. She should do anything but what she did next.
She let herself relax into Sloane’s warmth.
Let her fingers rest over the steady beat of Sloane’s heart.
Let herself stay.
