At Your Most Beautiful, Harper Bliss [books to get back into reading .TXT] 📗

inward and, ever so slowly, traced a line along the gusset of Maya’s panties.

“Oh, Jesus,” Maya moaned. Her clit pulsed with all the lust that burned inside her body. She glanced down, beyond the slope of her breasts and the hard peaks of her nipples, to Quinn who lay between her legs, teasing her, enjoying Maya’s reaction. Then Quinn did it again. With the lightest of touches, she tracked a line along Maya’s panty-covered lips, up to her aching clit, and drew a circle there, leaving Maya a quivering mess barely able to catch her breath.

Never in her life had Maya wanted to get rid of her panties so much. They were surplus to requirements, Quinn’s ultimate means to tease her.

Then, just as Maya had hooked a finger into the waistband of Quinn’s shorts earlier, Quinn did the same to her panties. She slowly pulled them down, but she couldn’t get them off as long as she sat between Maya’s legs. Clearly, she had no intention of removing them because she remained in position. Instead, she let her finger dip down, until it rested just above Maya’s throbbing clit.

Did Quinn want Maya to beg for it? Did she long to see her face contorted with uncontrollable desire? When Quinn’s finger moved only a fraction, a powerful spark of electricity ran up Maya’s spine. Quinn was doing what she’d been doing all along. Expertly playing Maya, and she was in no position to pretend she wasn’t enjoying it. Yes, she wanted more of Quinn, but she also wanted to enjoy these delicious moments before Quinn gave her the ultimate pleasure. Because not long after that, it would all be over. There would be no encore for the two of them. All they had was this night, these moments together. So Maya enjoyed the exquisite frustration building in her flesh, the delicate tension in her muscles, because—and this, too, was very different from when she’d bedded a man—she knew what was coming. Maya trusted that Quinn could get her there, although, rationally, she had no reason to. Yet, she did.

Quinn slid her hand out of Maya’s panties and lifted it toward her mouth. She sucked her finger between her lips, then opened her mouth, and showed Maya as she swirled her tongue around it. With her other hand, she pulled Maya’s panties aside, then dipped her wet finger inside again.

Maya let her legs fall as far apart as they would go—she was still plenty flexible, yet she knew that whatever she did, no matter how limber she was, it wouldn’t make a difference. This was Quinn’s show. This was the moment when she drove Maya beyond the edge of crazy.

Quinn’s finger didn’t stop this time around. Its glorious wetness circled around her clit, and Maya’s hips moved upward to meet it.

“Aah,” Maya moaned. “Oh, Quinn.”

Her gasps of pleasure must have done something to Quinn because instead of letting her moistened finger work more of its magic, she slid her hand out of Maya’s panties and swiftly maneuvered herself out from between Maya’s legs.

When Quinn looked her in the eyes, Maya could see something uncontrolled in them too—the same unruly sensation that was coursing through her own flesh. Quinn started pulling down Maya’s panties slowly, giving the illusion of being in control, but her motion was growing slightly wilder, and by the time the wretched garment had reached Maya’s ankles, Quinn gave it one last quick tug and threw it behind her.

Amid the pleasure of anticipation, Maya also felt the satisfaction of Quinn succumbing to her own desires—desires created by Maya.

Quinn didn’t resume her position between Maya’s legs, however, but glued her hot skin against Maya’s side. She kissed her on the lips while Maya spread her legs for Quinn again. Quinn broke from their kiss and swept her finger across Maya’s lower lip before gently letting it slip into her mouth.

Maya sucked it between her lips, all the while looking deep into Quinn’s eyes. She released Quinn’s finger and drew in a breath while she watched Quinn’s hand disappear between her legs.

Quinn drew another wet circle around Maya’s clit.

The breath Maya had been holding came out in a desperate stutter.

Quinn might have looked a little lost in her own desire earlier, but she seemed fully back in control now. Why else would her touch only be so light? Sure, it was exquisite and even slightly satisfying to have Quinn’s finger circle her clit, but it wasn’t nearly enough. Maya wanted more. More of Quinn. More of her finger. More than her eyes looking down at her and her finger, which had felt so sensual against her tongue, moving so gently around her clit.

Then, Quinn drew her lips into a truly devilish grin, before her face slipped from Maya’s view. Before she settled between Maya’s legs again. Before she kissed the inside of Maya’s thigh and her lips inched closer and closer to where her finger had been earlier.

Next thing Maya knew, Quinn wrapped her soft lips around Maya’s clit, circled her tongue around it, and set every nerve ending in Maya’s body on fire.

Every molecule of Maya’s being ignited with pleasure. It was as though she could feel the touch of Quinn’s tongue everywhere. Maya groaned with satisfaction, with knowing what was so imminent, with all the saved up desire she hadn’t been able to expend, and with how utterly magical Quinn made her feel. Her hips bucked, her heels pressed into the bed, her hands were lost in Quinn’s silken curls. All the while, Quinn licked her and with every flick of her tongue, drove Maya closer to the precipice. That ledge she so desperately wanted to let herself fall off, beyond which a well of utter rapture waited, but Maya also wanted this to last. Quinn’s full attention on her body, just as the lavish attention she had bestowed on Maya all weekend, was not something she wanted to part with so quickly. But Maya’s stamina was no match for