Page 173 of The Snowball Effect
It felt so good, so fucking good, but Emma knew neither of them would ever be able to come from it. They were both so wet, there was no friction, and –
Emma couldn’t wait.
She pushed herself up on one of her arms, working her other hand down between them. Sliding it down Regan’s body – between her breasts, over the soft, pale plane of her stomach, over her bellybutton, and then… she paused.
Heart in her throat, feeling like she was choking on the desperation to touch Regan, she darted her gaze up from her hand on Regan’s body to her face. Just to make sure –
And Regan met her gaze, nodding her head jerkily against the pillow. “Touch me. Fuck me. Emma, seriously, Ineedit. You have no idea.”
Her words – demands, really – were delivered on halting, panting sentences, and it was all Emma needed to slide her hand lower.
She brushed her fingers over Regan’s bare pussy for the first time, and Emma swore under her breath.
Regan swore out loud.
“Go inside, please. That’s – that’s what I want,” Regan informed her, her hips rocking down against Emma’s hand.
Still, she only worked her fingertips against Regan’s entrance. It was mesmerizing, intoxicating, wildly, insanely arousing to be wanted like this. To have Regan’s wetness coating her fingers, and she wasn’t even really inside of her, yet.
“I know that’s what you want,” she found herself saying, not even recognizing her own voice with how gravelly she sounded. Her throat felt raw, and she wondered how many sounds she’d already let out that she didn’t register. “I know, because you’ve told me every night.”
Holding her breath, she pushed two fingers inside of Regan. Moving her hand slowly, pushing deep inside of Regan, and she didn’t know what she wanted to watch more: her fingers, the way Regan arched her back, or the look of unadulterated relief on her face.
“You have no qualms about telling me what you want me to do to you. How you think about me touching you.” Emma pulled her fingers out just as slowly, before working them back in, feeling Regan clench tightly around her.
She didn’t even know where these words were coming from, honestly, because she’dneverbeen much of a talker during sex. She’d have felt embarrassed, before; why did she need to talk, when her body was talking for her?
But she found, especially as she watched Regan’s mouth tremble open with her words, that she really likedthis.
“Why should I have qualms?” Regan rasped back, unevenly. She reached up and toyed with her own nipples, and Emma’s throat went absolutely dry at the sight. “I’m not ashamed. I want you to know.”
Emma nodded as she started truly thrusting inside of Regan, now. Pulling out slowly, pushing in faster and harder. Setting a rhythm that Regan settled into in moments.
“I know, and that’s crazy to me. The way you want me, and how you want me to know.” She moved faster, now, working in a third finger when Regan gaspedmore.
Emma rolled her own hips down, desperately, into the bed. It didn’t do much for her, other than make her clit throb with an urgent and unfulfilled need, but she couldn’t stop herself.
“Emma,fuck, my clit. Rub my clit – please!” Regan’s tone was a desperate plea, her breath hitching as she stared up at Emma with a dark, needy stare.
And Emma didn’t want to deny Regan. She wanted to give her whatever she needed, whatever she wanted, because more thananything, she wanted to feel and hear Regan come for her. She wanted to feel Regan pulse and throb around her fingers, to hear these moans right in her ear.
Just as breathless as Regan was, she buried her fingers inside of Regan as she slid her thumb up, rubbing at Regan’s achingly hard clit. So, so hard against her touch, and Emma dropped her head to Regan’s shoulder with a groan.
“Yes,yes!” Regan cried out, unabashedly, as she dug her nails into Emma’s back and stared up at her with bleary eyes. “I’m going to – I’m–”
Her back bowed up, those unfiltered sounds escaping her and surrounding Emma, as she felt Regan come for her.
She watched Regan closely as she worked her through her orgasm, feeling every single pulse around her fingers, every twitch of Regan’s clit. Emma’s own clit pulsed with the sameanswering rhythm, and she was so close to coming without being touchedat all.
Even when Regan melted onto the bed, gasping for breath, she still rocked her hips jerkily down against Emma, trying to wring every last ounce of pleasure. It was the most Regan thing Emma could imagine, andfuckif it didn’t add to her own arousal.
Emma could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she stared down at Regan as she finally stilled, shuddering as she whispered, “Oh my god.”
She nodded back, because… yeah.
In the quickest rebound from an orgasmever, Regan’s eyes met hers, and the blissed out look in them was rapidly replaced by something needier. Darker.
Before Emma could possibly prepare herself, Regan used the hand she’d had gripping Emma’s shoulder to push her onto her back.