“Yes, right there...” Matty pleaded and rolled onto her back, Sloan following. “So...good.”
Sloan tensed as Matty’s fingers dug into her skin, and she replied in kind with a gentle nip of teeth around a swollen nipple.
Matty arched into it. “Again,” she said. “Do...that again.”
Sloan smiled against the softness of her breast before her lips wrapped around the nipple and gently sucked, teeth nibbling.
She moved until Matty’s thigh rested between her own legs, and the firm drag of her clit against it made her breath catch.
Every sound Matty made left Sloan slicker, her body answering before she could think about anything coherently. All she had was muscle memory and that innate desire to keep doing whatever she was doing that kept Matty writhing and moaning under her touch.
When Matty began to tense and jerk, Sloan slid her fingers lower, leaving Matty’s clit aching with the loss of contact, but filling her with two, then three fingers. They curled with intent, stroking faster now.
“Hold off,” Sloan demanded.
Matty’s head shook back and forth. “I can’t...I need to...”
“Not yet. Just a little longer.” Sloan changed the angle of her fingers, her palm bumping against Matty’s clit with every steady stroke.
“Sloan...please...I need…”
Sloan caught her nipple between teeth. The sting and heat of it scattered every rational thought Matty had.
When Matty thought she might never finally be allowed release, Sloan slid up her body a bit, her hips still moving against Matty’s thigh, mouth close enough Matty could feel her breath before she said, “Come.”
The word undid her.
Matty came with a broken sound, her whole body tightening and then jolting beneath Sloan as the force of it hit. Sloan kept her there, hand steady, mouthagainst her skin, letting her ride it out properly, not rushing her through a second of it.
By the time Matty stopped shaking, Sloan was barely holding on herself. One more drag of her body against Matty's and she came too, breath catching hard, control finally giving way as she pressed in close and let herself fall.
Afterwards, neither of them moved, not properly. Sloan stayed half over her, breathing hard against her skin, and Matty’s hand slid up into Sloan’s hair, fingers catching there as if she didn’t quite want to let her go yet.
The room felt different now—quieter, heavier somehow—full of the fact of what had finally happened.
Sloan lifted her head just enough to look at Matty. Her mouth was swollen, her face flushed, and her chest still rising too fast.Beautiful. Thoroughly fucked and looking at Sloan like she knew exactly who’d done it.
A small smile tugged at Sloan’s mouth.
“Worth the wait?” she murmured.
Matty’s fingers tightened slightly in her hair. “It’s a start.”
That got a proper laugh out of Sloan, brief and low, and for a second, she looked younger again. Lighter. Then her eyes shifted past Matty’s shoulder towards the bedside table.
She went still.
“Oh, shit.”
The words were quiet, but all warmth had gone out of them. Sloan pushed herself upright, so fast the mattress jolted beneath them both, and reached for the clock.
“It’s gone eleven.”
Matty blinked, still dazed enough the number didn’t mean much at first. Then she saw Sloan’s face properly. Not annoyance. Not embarrassment. Something tighter. Immediate. Focused.
Gloria.
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