Page 59 of WASP

Annie only moved her hand faster, obsessed with the sounds pouring from Max’s mouth as her hips ground against her movements. Nails dug into her shoulder and the lines of muscle in Max’s thighs went taut as she fought the urge to clamp them tightly around Annie.

“Yes, yes, fuck, keep going,” Max encouraged, her moans getting higher and higher as Annie worked her closer to her orgasm. “Annie—” she called out, thighs shuddering around her, the sound of her name on Max’s tongue with such desperation better than anything she had ever heard before.

Annie ran her hands gently up and down the expanse of thigh on either side of her, whispering reassurances to Max as she floated down from her orgasm, falling back against the crumpled sheets.

Feeling confident in the way that only making a girl come with her name on their lips had the ability to do, Annie stood, crawling up the length of Max’s body, kissing her as Max snaked her arms around her.

“I told you I was going to come so fast. You didn’t even get my shorts off.” Max giggled, covering her eyes in mock embarrassment.

“That was part of my plan,” Annie whispered, the need to feel more of Max washing over her in a fresh wave of heat. She slid her body down the length of Max’s stomach, fingers dancing along the elastic waistband of her shorts as she inhaled deeply, pushing her way past the barrier and into the damp heat waiting for her.

Touching Max was like sliding on a pair of satin gloves—soft and hot and slick.

“You feel so good,” she whispered hoarsely, her fingers sliding over the little bundle of nerves, coaxing a sharp inhale from Max.

“Mhhmm,” Max moaned, biting her lip.

“I want to make you come again.” Annie placed tender kisses along the underside of Max’s jaw as she nodded frantically. Annie continued, her voice low as she asked, “Can you do that? Can you come again for me?”

Even Annie was surprised by the authority that wove its way into her words, but she didn’t hate it. She felt powerful right now, and why shouldn’t she? So she continued, emboldened by the feeling as her fingers lightly danced over Max, spreading her desire around, coating her fingers in preparation for what she had planned.

“I’m going to start by taking these off,” she said, removing her hand from Max’s shorts.

She hooked her fingers into the waistband as Max lifted her hips, assisting in their removal, leaving gray cotton underwear in place—a dark wet spot teasing Annie.

“Then I’m going to flip you over,” she hummed, hands grabbing at Max’s hips, guiding her where she wanted her: with her knees on the edge of the bed, perfect underwear-clad ass in the air as she leaned forward on her forearms, long frame stretched across the mattress.

“Like this?” Max asked innocently, twisting to see Annie from her position, and they both knew she had understood.

Annie stood behind her, one hand running over Max, landing in a steadying grasp on her hip, the other reaching between her legs, once again rubbing her through her underwear. “Exactly like this.” Her voice was hushed as she played with Max in exactly the way she had fantasized about. “I love feeling how wet you are for me. The way it seeps through your underwear? God, it’s like you can’t control yourself.”

“Annie, please,” Max begged, pushing back against her hand, desperate for more than the touches Annie was currently giving her.

She pushed Max’s underwear to the side, hand firmly resting on the small of her back as she slid two fingers deep inside her, holding her in place, delighting in the groan of pure satisfaction Max released into the darkened bedroom.

“Is this what you wanted?” She slid her fingers out with a devastating slowness meant to tease without delivering.

Max nodded as Annie plunged her fingers into her heat. Annie twisted her free hand in Max’s underwear, pulling tight enough to cause friction against her clit and enough leverage to continue the thrusting movements.

“Annie, oh—fuck—right—there. Yes. There. Fuck—” Annie removed her fingers to rub furiously at her clit. “I-I need—” Max stammered. “Put your fingers back in me. I need to feel you,” she pleaded, and who was Annie to deny that sound? Not when she was the one currently holding all the power. She obliged, this time pushing three fingers into Max.

“Fu-fuck,” Max groaned, rocking back onto Annie’s fingers. She watched in awe as Max did it again. The sight of her fingers disappearing into a woman had always been Annie’s favorite, and this was no exception.

“Show me how you like to be fucked,” Annie encouraged. Max continued the steady rocking of her hips, sliding herself up and down the length of Annie’s hand, groaning each time Annie filled her completely.

“I like slow at first,” Max rasped between excited breaths. “I like to really feel”—a sharp inhale left her as Annie pushed into her nice and deep—“I love the feeling of being full.” She moaned.

Max slipped a hand between her legs to rub at her clit as Annie repeated the demonstrated movement. “Just like that, baby.”

Annie knew Max’s throaty words were meant to be an encouragement, a term of endearment, as Annie fucked her but she froze momentarily, unable to jump past the word no matter how badly she wanted to. Baby. It was what Caroline had always called her. It was also what Caroline had called the girl she cheated on her with.

She willed her brain to lock away all of those thoughts, all of those unpleasant feelings deep inside so she could fully focus on the task at hand—giving Max an orgasm she’d never forget.

“Faster,” Max begged, and Annie obliged, her grip on Max’s underwear tightening as she drove into her over and over. “Yes, right there, that spot, yes, yes, yes.”

Max writhed beneath her touch, walls tightening around Annie’s fingers as she shouted her pleasure into the mattress, legs shaking with each thrust until a hand was grabbing at her wrist.

“I can’t,” Max whispered. “No more, too sensitive.” She sighed into her laughter, rolling onto her back. Lazily looking up at Annie in her post-orgasm glow, looking like a Roman painting of a woman—all that was missing was a bowl of grapes and a cherub. “Lie with me.” Max extended a hand, which Annie took, curling up next to her on the bed, a leg tossed over Max as she rested her head on her chest next to nipples she had yet to taste.