Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

Faith thought she'd never forget the look on Bex's face as she spread her legs before her. Hungry and desperate and yearning all at once. She reached out her hand, and Bex took it, moving up to kiss Faith's lips hard, and then moving down to kiss her other lips.

Fingers stroked through her curls, and Bex's thumb reached up to brush against Faith's clit. She gasped. The touch was intoxicating, and then Bex replaced her thumb with her tongue and Faith's back arched all the way off the bed and she made a noise she'd never heard herself make before—something halfway between a squeak and hum. It was bizarre.

She felt Bex pause, tongue withdrawing slightly, and then as the mattress moved, she realized the other woman was laughing.

Looking down the bed, she mock-glared at the brunette. "I don't know what you think's so funny!"

Bex couldn't speak, laughing so hard she was wheezing.

"It's not that funny," said Faith.

Bex bent her head and licked Faith's clit again.

And Faith made the noise again. Gods that was embarrassing, and—okay—a tiny bit funny too.

She giggled, and this time, Bex's tongue circled her clit before her lips drew it into her mouth. The intensity of the suction had Faith's eyes rolling up into the back of her head, and she fell back against the pillows, no longer caring if Bex was laughing or not, because if she kept that up…

Faith swore, and Bex chuckled. "You're cute when you come apart," she said.

Faith considered answering her back, giving Bex some sass, but soon all thoughts were swept away by the sensations that flooded her body.

Sexual touch felt different from impact play.

Impact play was all about becoming so overwhelmed her mind stopped trying to process each and every little thing that was happening to her, and she just gave herself over to the sensations.

But sexual touch was different for Faith. It made her feel vulnerable, peeling back layers to reveal the soft sensitive center within. To reveal her.

And even though the acuteness of these sensations felt overwhelming, they also felt incredibly intimate.

The two of them felt intimate.

Emotionally intimate.

There was an unguardedness in the way Bex met Faith's eyes, the way she touched her, the way she made her feel good, that made Faith consider how very little of that she'd experienced in her life.

Her thoughts contrasted with the way her body felt, ratcheting up until she wasn't sure if there was anything of her, Faith, left. Or whether her whole world had shrunk down to the places where their skin touched.

Bex's cheeks were soft against Faith's thighs as she licked her, and she wanted to say something, wanted to have that touching her, but she didn't know how. She didn't have any words left in her.

Instead she keened and gasped as her pleasure built and built, until she was trembling on the edge for so long she thought she might cry.

"Please," she begged. " Please ."

"Please what, pickle?" said Bex, barely lifting her mouth from Faith's pussy. Her breath ghosted across Faith's skin, making her shiver. Even that was turning her on.

She was so close; so damn close, and still nothing was pushing her over the edge.

"I… I…" Bex was still touching her, her tongue tracing lazy circles around Faith's clit that had her legs trembling. "I need you to fill me up."

The heat in Bex's eyes was almost enough to send her over the edge on its own. "Say please."

"I already said please," she muttered and glared.

That made Bex laugh, and she shifted so that she could slide inside Faith.

Two fingers, gliding in so smoothly, Faith was just that wet. The sound she made was guttural, and then Bex started moving her fingers. Not pumping in and out, like Faith would have expected, but inside. Stroking forward until she hit the bump that was Faith's g-spot.

Fucking hell that felt good.

Real fucking good.

"Is that enough?" Bex asked. "Or do you want more ?" She added a third finger with that last word, and Faith groaned.

"Almost there, I'm almost there." She didn't know what it was she needed to tip over, but she was so desperate for it she might start crying if it didn't happen soon.

"Look at me." Bex had shifted so that her body was above Faith's, her fingers buried inside her. "Look at me, Faith."

She looked.

"You can do this. I've got you." And finally, she added, "You're mine."

And Faith came so hard she started crying.