Penelope bit her lower lip when Lucia’s warm fingers drew across her panties.
They fell into another kiss, and Penelope shuddered when Lucia’s fingers, still atop the fabric, ghosted over her clit.
Lucia broke the kiss and stilled her hand.
Losing herself in the depth of Lucia’s gaze, Penelope barely refrained from closing her thighs to regain pressure.
“I want to taste you,” Lucia pressed out.
Groaning, Penelope’s eyes fell shut as she leaned back against the couch. “Yes.”
Lucia smiled and shifted to the floor. Her hands found Penelope’s waistband, tugging her pants down her legs.
Penelope lifted her hips to help, and the panties followed suit.
The garments out of the way, Lucia knelt in front of Penelope, grasped her legs and spread them wider, settling between them. A faint tremble ran through Lucia’s hands, as if desire pulsed just under her skin.
Their gazes locked, and in near slow motion, Lucia lowered her head and nuzzled the top of Penelope’s mound.
Penelope’s knuckles strained as she found purchase on the armrest. She didn’t beg, but if Lucia didn’t—
A broken sob spilled from her lips the moment Lucia licked up her length and sucked her hardened nub into her mouth.
Lucia’s fingers dug into Penelope’s thighs as she swirled her tongue, grazing the swollen flesh with her teeth.
With a groan, Penelope grasped Lucia’s head—her fingers tangled in soft curls, trying to find an anchor against the wave of arousal coursing through her, setting every nerve alight.
Lucia trailed her fingers under Penelope’s blouse, up her twitching stomach, higher, reaching her breast. She slid under Penelope’s bra, tugging at her nipple before rolling the stiff bud between her fingers.
Penelope’s eyelids fluttered, drowning in the heat coursing through her.
“Go inside,” she croaked.
Lucia’s grip on her thigh tightened and she pulled her hand down, her fingers massaging Penelope’s entrance before pushing inside with first one, then two fingers.
The stretch wasn’t enough. “More,” Penelope rasped.
Lucia immediately heeded her request, adding a third finger before picking up the pace of her tongue and thrusts.
Penelope’s body arched, a taut string pulled to its breaking point.
Racing toward climax, Penelope tightened her grip on Lucia’s hair. Her body strained, and she fought to slow down the build, to bathe longer in the sensations Lucia’s clever tongue and deft fingers chased through her.
But to no avail.
Her hips rocked up, and she gasped when Lucia applied the perfect amount of pressure—her tongue dipping low and pressing inside just as her fingers pulled out.
“God.” She grunted.
Lucia’s tongue sought her clit again, and she increased both speed and pressure with an intoxicating focus.
After a moment, Penelope’s body locked.
A broken shout.
Her body quaked as an explosive climax rushed through her frame, releasing years’ worth of tension in a heady rush of heat flooding every muscle.
Lucia held on to her, but slowed her movements, guiding Penelope through a series of aftershocks.
