She took that tight, swollen bud between her thumb and index
finger and pinched hard.
Cassia screamed. She went wild, her hips pumping up and
down, her entire body spasming as she rode out the hot waves
of pleasure that ripped through her and consumed her.
Adalynn’s face was drenched in Cassia’s juices. She knew that
if she snaked her hand down and ran it under her dress, all she
would have to do was touch herself and she’d come. Hard. She
wanted to, but she stopped herself. She wanted to enjoy
Cassia’s pleasure more than she wanted her own, even though
her belly was coiled into a tight knot and her walls clenched in
on themselves, empty and aching.
When Cassia stopped shuddering and arched up so that she
could look at Adalynn, her pupils blown, her cheeks scarlet,
her hair a wild mess, Adalynn nearly came from the sight of
her like that, so innocent and aroused and erotic. She felt
drunk with desire. She sat up and Cassia watched with wide
eyes as she popped her fingers into her mouth and sucked
them clean, licking away the sharp, sweet juices there.
She wanted to do more, but she knew she couldn’t. She
knew she couldn’t take Cassia’s innocence. She couldn’t take
her virginity and send her out the door. She might not see her
again. That prize didn’t belong to her. It belonged to someone
who could one day give Cassia the world. The life she
deserved. Who could be a partner to her. Who could care for
her and love her.
There was no use in wishing things were different. Adalynn
would never have met Cassia if they were.
Still.
The wanting ripped through Adalynn like an electric