Matty’s throat went tight. Her brain went blank. Everything in her that mattered just said yes.
“Nobody’s ever asked me that before,” she said as she rolled backwards. Sloan moved with her, landing on top, pressing her body into Matty’s.
“Do you like it?”
She nodded. “Yes. Very much so.”
“Good. So, if I said right now…” Sloan raised up on one palm, the other disappearing between them, finding the heat between Matty’s thighs. “I want my fingers inside you…”
Matty’s words failed her—her body didn’t, legs parting.
“Good,” Sloan repeated. “Wider.”
Matty let herself be led, arching up as she felt the swift movement and the fullness of Sloan’s fingers sliding into her wet heat.
Sloan groaned.
“I’ve wanted this for weeks,” she said, her movement lingering, intentional, teasing.
Matty arched again, a soft moan slipping out.
“That night in my office, when you delivered my coffee?”
“Uh-huh…” Matty managed. “Oh, fuck.”
Sloan’s thumb pressed against her clit with small circular movements.
“I wanted you. On my desk,” Sloan went on, two fingers sliding in and out—deeper, firmer—while her thumb kept up those small, delicious circles. “There was something about you that made me wet, Matty.”
“Sloan…please…”
“Soon…” Sloan smiled at the plea. “You know I like to take my time.” Her fingers curled, gently at first, then harder, the pads dragging just right, as her thumb stayed on Matty’s clit. “And then…”
“The—” Matty couldn’t speak. She couldn’t even breathe properly. Heat ripped through her, bright and brutal, her clit pulsing like it had its own heartbeat. Sloan’s hand was everywhere—inside her, on her, owning the rhythm—two fingers sliding, then curling again, like she’d found a switch Matty didn’t know existed.
Matty’s thighs started to shake. “Sloan—fuck—”
“Very good,” Sloan said, voice low, sounding pleased with herself. “That’s it. Don’t run from it.” Her pace didn’t speed up so much as sharpen, each curl and stroke landing exactly where Matty was already too full, too wet, too close. “Let go for me. Let it happen.”
Matty tried to clamp down, tried to breathe through it, but the pressure kept building, until her body obeyed those tantalising fingers and words. Her hips jerked up, her stomach went tight, and then she broke, gushing in hot, messy pulses, slicking her thighs, soaking Sloan’s hand, splattering the sheets.
“Oh my—” Matty choked, mortified and wrecked, the sound turning into a moan she couldn’t stop. She’d never done that. Never. Not once. But her body kept pushing it out, trembling hard as Sloan held her open and worked her through every shudder, thumb still circling her clit like she meant to wring every last drop from her.
Sloan whimpered softly. “There you are.”
***
Mortification washed through Matty, intense as the aftershocks still pulsing in her. “I’m so…sorry.” She swallowed. “I don’t… That’s never happened before.”
Sloan gave her a slow, satisfied smile. “Why are you sorry? That was beautiful.” She draped herself over Matty, pinning her gently, the weight grounding her. “You know that was meant to happen, don’t you? I made that happen.”
Matty was still chasing her breath; still trying to make sense of the mess between her thighs.
“Sweetheart,” Sloan said, stroking her face, “you squirted.” Sloan kissed her cheek. “It’s perfectly natural.”
“What?” Matty’s thoughts skittered and vanished, her body still jumping involuntarily, as another pulse sparked at her clit. “The bed…”
Sloan kissed her.
