Penelope shivered.
They shed the rest of their clothing in hurried, half-dazed movements, urgency overtaking precision until there was nothing between them but heat and breath and kiss after kiss.
They laughed as they tumbled sideways, limbs tangling in the sheets until Penelope rolled them again, ending up on top.
She locked eyes with Lucia as she trailed her fingers lower—meandering from her cheek down her throat, dipping into the curve of Lucia’s clavicle before ghosting over her torso, over stiff peaks and down to a twitching belly.
Lucia’s breath hitched; she bit her lower lip, her gaze never leaving Penelope.
Lowering her head, Penelope hovered close, sharing the warmth between them without closing the gap. She studied Lucia’s face, needing to take in every microexpression as shedipped her fingers lower, trailing through soft curls before sinking into liquid heat.
Lucia gasped.
“I love how wet you get for me,” Penelope murmured, brushing their lips together for the fraction of a second before pulling back, entranced by the pleasure, the need visible on Lucia’s lovely features.
With her eyelids fluttering closed, Lucia’s rapid breathing heaved her chest. “God,” she ground out when Penelope seemed to hit a particularly sensitive spot.
Penelope’s fingers explored Lucia’s heat at a leisurely pace, avoiding her clit and only teasing at her entrance.
Lucia moaned and pressed her hips up, as if she sought more friction. “Pen,” she breathed. “Please.”
“Please what?” Penelope whispered.
“Touch me.”
Penelope smiled, slow and deliberate. “Iamtouching you.”
Sweat glistened on Lucia’s skin, and she restlessly shifted beneath Penelope, almost squirming.
“Inside,” she ground out, and Penelope followed suit, pressing two fingers into Lucia’s core, awash with heat at feeling Lucia so intimately.
“You feel amazing, so soft.”
“Kiss me.”
And Penelope did, once more losing herself in Lucia, in their heat and longing. She kept up the pace of her fingers, stroking in and out of Lucia before pulling out and seeking the straining nub farther up.
“Yes.” Lucia dug her fingers into Penelope’s back, hard, while gyrating her hips in the rhythm Penelope’s fingers set.
Penelope stroked Lucia’s clit in fast circles, increasing pressure at Lucia’s panted request, “Harder.”
She hadn’t expected to feel this much just from watching—but Lucia’s surrender pulled something deep from her. Watching Lucia shatter seemed the most urgent and dire need she had felt in a long time.
Lucia whimpered, and her body seemed to lock.
Penelope brushed her lips along Lucia’s ear, whispering, “Come for me.” Her voice rang rough, sounding almost foreign in her ears.
Lucia trembled, and her fingers scratched along Penelope’s back.
Captivated by Lucia’s abandon, Penelope could only stare in wonder as a hard climax rippled through Lucia, shaking her as an almost broken-sounding whine left her lips.
She’d never seen anything so raw, so real, and it shattered something quiet inside her, as if the space she’d confined herself in expanded and allowed her to breathe freer.
Chapter 30
Hope
Lucia’s body was heavy—the type of leadenness that made you feel as if you might never move again. Yet her heart still raced, and looking up at Penelope’s flushed face made her stomach clench. But this was more than just sex. A feeling of genuine joy rushed over her whenever she looked at Penelope, and, in this moment, her heart was full.
