her head, hitting the wall lightly, and she groaned.
“Take your hair out of the ponytail,” Adalynn commanded.
“I want to see it down.”
Cassia shivered again at the authority in Adalynn’s voice.
She reached up and pulled the elastic free from her hair. Even
though some of the strands were very damp, she was able to
shake it free. It cascaded down her shoulders. Adalynn let out
a hiss of satisfaction. She stepped into Cassia, pushing her legs
apart again with her knee and running her palm up, up until
she cupped Cassia’s sex through her panties.
Cassia could smell how turned on she was. She could sense
how wet she was. Her panties were probably soaked, and
Adalynn was feeling every drop of that moisture against the
fabric. Hard lust gripped Cassia’s stomach and made her throb
between her legs.
“How do you like to be touched?” Adalynn said throatily.
“Like this?”
She smoothed her thumb over the lace of Cassia’s panties,
hitting the hard bead of her clit. Her body bucked into
Adalynn’s hand, and she had to close her eyes to keep from
seeing double as a jolt of pleasure ripped through her. Her legs
felt like water, and she threw up her hands and braced herself
against the wall. She was trapped between the hard wall and
Adalynn’s body, which was a lot stronger than it looked.
“Open your eyes,” Adalynn commanded as she rubbed
another slow circle over Cassia’s clit. She did as she wa
s told,
and Adalynn nodded at her. “You’re so wet. So wet and so
beautiful. Your pupils are blown, so big I can hardly see any of
the blue in your eyes. You’re so turned on that I can feel your