“Sweetheart, open your eyes. Watch me.”
Anne obeyed, just in time to see Sadie press one finger—now lube-soaked and slippery—against the cleft of her swollen lips.
A little broken noise, ragged and imploring. It was Anne.
“Oh,” Sadie exclaimed, staring down at her finger. “You’re, you’re so good, you’re doing so well, I need you to—” She leaned down to kiss Anne then—open-mouthed, hard—and at the same time, her finger slipped inside Anne’s slit, brushing against her full clit.
The shock of it hummed right through Anne. Her entire body quivered. “Oh my God,” she gasped. “Oh my dear God.”
They kissed and they kissed. Anne whimpered, licked out blindly for whatever she could get, Sadie’s teeth bumpingagainst her. She was wet enough that Sadie’s slick finger could slide easily against the tender skin to tease the little fold of flesh.
Right there. Sadie was just a millimeter away from where Anne needed filling, so close to fucking her. But Anne couldn’t take penetration tonight, not even with lube. She was still so sore.
Anne couldn’t let Sadie sink that finger into her. Could she? Not even if Anne was aching with how much she wanted it, the muscles inside her desperate to get something from Sadie they could clutch.
She turned her face away. “Sadie, you have to, I know, I know I told you I could handle anything you give me, and I want to, please believe that I want to. It’s just that, last night, when I—you have to be so careful when you, if you—”
Sadie pulled back. “Look at me,” she ordered.
Immediately, Anne did. She’d never heard that velvet note of authority in Sadie’s voice before; it made the ache even worse somehow. The heat of Sadie’s dark gaze on her body made her tremble.
“We won’t do anything you don’t want. But why do I have to be careful? What did you do to yourself?” Sadie leaned in again, her hand still pressed at the juncture of Anne’s thighs, and grazed Anne’s neck with her teeth. “When you went to your bedroom last night, what did you do?”
A shudder rolled through Anne, strong enough to make her body arch against the bed, against Sadie’s mouth and hand. Sadie didn’t know that Anne hadn’t been able to wait long enough to get the lube. Sadie didn’t know that Anne had completely lost all self-control just because her pussy was soempty.
And now Anne would tell her.
She bore down onto Sadie’s seeking finger, her body trying to take what her brain knew she couldn’t handle. “Please,” she saidfrom between clenched teeth, knowing she contradicted herself, not caring. So what if she was sore? It didn’t matter. Getting filled and fucked—that was what mattered. “Please. Please.”
Sadie stroked Anne just outside her opening, moving her finger in a slow and excruciating circle. “Beloved,” she murmured and then bit at Anne’s ear. She licked the cartilage. “Tell me why I can’t fuck you right now. Tell me why you can’t take it.”
Anne threw her head back against the pillow. “Ican—I can take it—I don’t care if it hurts. Please. I need it. I need you.Please.”
“I will,” Sadie said, soft and soothing. “I promise I will. But not now. I don’t think I should stuff this pretty hole full. Not if I might hurt you.”
“No!” Pure desperation streaked through Anne’s protest. Instead of humiliating her, it made the taut coil of need inside her pull tighter. She was about three seconds away from grabbing Sadie’s hand with her own and grinding herself to climax on it. “Now, goddamnit!”
“Tell me what you did to yourself,” Sadie repeated. Her finger moved a little faster, still stroking around the space that screamed for filling.
She looked into Sadie’s wide eyes, feeling herself pulse as she began to speak. “I put one hand against the bed—this bed. And I”—her mouth trembled with anticipation—“I went inside myself. No lube. I didn’t have time to get it.”
“You had time, sweetheart.” Sadie’s voice was so tender. “You mean you couldn’t stop yourself from shoving something inside this needy little pussy. How many fingers did you take?”
“Ah—”
“How many? One? Two?”
“Two. I used two, but—”
“You wanted more?”
She nodded, and another whimper escaped her mouth.
A kiss on the shell of her ear, and then Sadie pushed the heel of her palm into Anne, hard. “You fucked yourself raw. You’ve been walking around all day, feeling it. Haven’t you?”
The observation sounded almost casual, as though anyone could know it.Sadieknew what she’d done. It swelled into a shock of hot need that throbbed deep inside Anne, where Sadie’s fingers hadn’t yet gone. Her moan was her agreement.
Sadie moaned, too, and kissed her again, sloppily, something that could be mistaken for careless but wasn’t.