body.
She hooked a finger under the lace and dragged Cassia’s
panties away. They left a wet trail as Cassia lifted her hips and
squirmed, writhed with her legs to get the sodden fabric down.
She arched into Adalynn’s touch instantly, begging her with
small moans. She tossed her head back and her hair spilled
like a halo of white gold beneath her head, the fine strands
clinging to the white comforter.
Adalynn pressed a knuckle against Cassia’s soaked
entrance. She squirmed and mewled, throwing back her head
again and arching her back. Her eyes stayed closed, and her
face scrunched up. Her lips dropped open and another
whimper was torn from them. Adalynn pressed inside just a
little, aware that Cassia was a virgin. She wanted to give her
time to adjust to the sensations.
“More,” Cassia panted. “Please. I want more.”
Adalynn could barely see through the haze of red obscuring
her vision. She pulled her hand away despite Cassia’s
desperate protests. She ran her hands up Cassia’s legs, parting
them for her so that she could fit between them. Cassia
moaned and thrashed against the comforter, whipping her head
from side to side. Her hips rose up sharply and Adalynn
palmed them again, pressing Cassia into the bed.
Her hands nestled on the inside of Cassia’s smooth thighs.
Her skin was so pale and flawless, softer than flower petals.
Adalynn spread her legs open, urged them to fall apart, and
they did, exposing Cassia to her. She was soaking wet, beads
of moisture trickling over her swollen folds like dew on the
rosy petals of her skin. They trickled down lower, down
between her legs, into the creases of her buttocks.