“You’re still so wet for me,” June hummed behind Arabella as her fingers
found her clit again and started to circle. She teased her that way for a few
seconds, then, shockingly enough, used the entire palm and then the heel of
her hand against the hard bud. Because June was shorter, it she molded her
body to the middle of Arabella’s back as she arched backward, making it
even easier for her to reach.
Arabella clawed at the sink and nearly screamed. She managed to contain
it and all that came out was a roaring sort of hum at the wild pleasure
shredding her insides apart.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” June said as she tapped Arabella’s clit with
her index finger. Tendrils of wild, hot pleasure coursed through her at each
brief, teasing contact. “So, so beautiful. I love your ass. I love seeing you
spread apart for me. I love you leaking all over my fingers and over my
hand. I love how it coats your thighs, how I can watch you soak us both
before you come on my fingers.”
Arabella’s head jerked up and her eyes flew up along with it. She looked
at her shocked, flushed face in the mirror, then her eyes tracked straight to
June’s. It sent a crazy, elicit, erotic thrill through her to see that she was
watching her in the glass as well.
June’s fingers tapped and circled Arabella’s clit again. Her head fell back,
and her eyes rolled shut. Her hips swayed backwards, eager for the friction,
eager for anything and everything June was willing to give. She held herself
steady, leaning hard against the sink, so hard that she h
oped the thing didn’t
tear off the wall, since destroying June’s house would be quite
embarrassing.
“Do you want my fingers inside you?” June purred. She ran her index
finger over Arabella’s molten slit, teasing her at her entrance.
“Oh God,” she moaned. “Oh, my God.”
“I think that’s a yes. A yes to my fingers.” June slowly pushed two inside