India took her hand then and moved it between them, and before Maisie knew it, she was cupping India and trying to remember how to touch a woman because the heat she felt there had her brain all muddled.
“Touch me,” India requested so softly, Maisie almost didn’t hear her.
Her hand traveled a little lower, and she slid her fingers deeper into that heat, feeling just how wet India was for her. Maisie lowered her forehead until it was pressed to India’s, and she stroked her slowly for a few seconds before she positioned her own sex over India’s thigh and pressed down into her.
“Oh,” India said.
“Yeah, oh,” Maisie replied, kissing her lips as she sped up her strokes.
India moaned into her mouth, and Maisie knew that India wanted, needed more, because she did, too. To provide that, though, she had to reluctantly slow her strokes, earning a little whimper that made her smile against India’s mouth as she lowered her fingers. Slipping one inside, Maisie let her adjust to it, pulled out, and pushed back in with two fingers. India nodded as they continued to kiss, and her legs spreadwider. Maisie couldn’t hold on anymore and began rubbing herself against India’s thigh in search of at least some relief, even if it wasn’t exactly what she wanted. When India tried to place her hand there to cup Maisie or touch her, Maisie moved it away and held it by India’s head.
“Later, I promise. I want to make you come, babe.”
“You are,” India said, her breath coming in short bursts now. “God, you are. You feel… so good. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” Maisie replied, knowing she never wanted to stop.
If she could live in this moment forever, she would. Despite the ache between her legs that needed to be addressed, she knew she could live without that if it meant staying inside India like this while she rocked into her and felt India’s whole body pressed against her. Maisie curled, flicked, and issued a few thrusts, earning moans, gasps, and grunts as she did. Minutes later, when India’s hips began rocking against her hand, she also added her thumb to India’s clit, and India yelled her pleasure.
“Yes! Yes!”
Maisie opened her eyes and watched India unravel below her, now wishing she could live inthismoment forever because India was beautiful when she let go like this. Her eyes were tightly shut. Her mouth was open wide. Her cheeks were bright red, along with her neck and chest, and her nipples were still taut with need that Maisie had every intention of addressing.
“God,” India said very softly, almost in a whisper. “That was…”
India’s eyes were still closed, and Maisie smiled down at her. She could see a few beads of sweat at the top of India’s head and kissed her just beneath them.
“I haven’t come like that in…” India paused and began to move her mouth around a bit as if it required adjustment to say more words. “God, ever. My jaw locked, I think.”
Maisie laughed and said, “I shouldn’t have laughed at that. Sorry. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I’m more than fine, actually,” India told her, opening her eyes. “That was amazing.”
“You don’t let women do this usually, do you?” Maisie asked.
“Not usually, no,” India replied and took a deep breath. “Clearly, my mistake, because that was amazing.”
“How did it work?” Maisie asked.
“How didwhatwork?” India asked.
“Sex, with you–”
“If you ask me about sex with my exes while we’re in the middle of it, I’m never letting you top me again,” India said, laughing.
“But you liked it so much,” she teased, kissing her nose.
“Ilikeit so much. It’s not over yet, right?” India asked.
“No, it’s not.”
“And it’s not like Ineverlet another woman on top. It was more about control, okay?”
“Control?”
“Yes. I liked to be in control.”
“And now?”
