And I do watch as El’s digs her face into Jane’s pussy, but it’s not the watching that hits me somewhere else. It’s Jane’s reaction to it.
Her hands grasp my thighs, her back bends, and an epic moan escapes her throat.
Her nipple is so hard by now, I rub with my finger around it and squeeze it.
She moans more.
Rolls her hips.
I want to feel her.
Taste her.
Both of them.
My own juices are dripping form me by now.
And then, she comes.
A shudder underneath my touch.
A loud moan, half scream.
I close my eyes with my head falling back against the wall, my chest heaving up and down.
This feeling.
This is it.
A feeling better than any drug could ever make me feel.
Because this is real.
This is so fucking real.
Elise
My eyes flash up,and what I see is her. Elated. Free. Intoxicatingly hot. Both of them. Together. The woman I love. And the woman she loves, even though she won’t ever acknowledge it, the little denier she is.
I get up.
Take a few steps back.
I feel so insanely happy right now, just seeing what I see.
It is nothing special.
But she is.
Amelie.
Amy.
My Amy.
A tear fights its way over my cheek.
I have never been happy in my life.
