Chapter 44 #4
Willow’s already flushed cheeks burned even hotter. “But I…I can’t come like this.” Usually, she struggled to come at all, but with Scottie… She opened her eyes to peek down at her.
“Didn’t say I wanted you to, did I?” Scottie grinned up at her, yet her eyes were blazing. “I want you to come on my fingers, not on my thigh.”
Jesus. Need sliced through Willow. Yes, she wanted that too.
“Straddle me,” Scottie said. “That way, you have full control. That’s what you still want, right?”
Willow nodded shakily. She sat up, swung one leg across Scottie’s hips, and straddled her.
As her arousal coated Scottie’s skin, both of them sucked in a breath.
Scottie raked her hands up the outsides of Willow’s thighs, making shivers race up her body, then gripped her hips and pulled her more firmly against her belly.
“God.” Willow desperately clutched the headboard with both hands and rolled her hips against Scottie.
Scottie stared up at her with a hungry look in her eyes as she reached up and cupped her breasts. “Beautiful,” she murmured and rubbed the pads of her thumbs across her nipples.
Moaning, Willow tossed her head back. Every brush of Scottie’s thumbs over her nipples sent shock waves of sensation all the way to her core.
Scottie trailed one hand down, but instead of sliding it where Willow wanted it, she cupped one ass cheek and rocked her against her belly.
A gasp escaped Willow. “I thought you wanted me to, uh, come on your fingers?” she got out. Her ability to speak—and think—was slipping away fast.
Scottie lightly squeezed her nipple. “Is that what you want?”
Willow bit her lip, struggling to keep in another moan, and nodded.
“Say it.”
Her cheeks burned, but the rest of her body burned even brighter. She looked into Scottie’s lust-hazy eyes. “I want to come on your fingers.”
Now Scottie was the one who let out a moan. She slipped her right hand down Willow’s body and between them.
Willow pressed her knees against the mattress and tightly gripped the headboard, trembling with anticipation.
Scottie’s hand shook too as she trailed one finger through Willow’s wetness, easing it lower with agonizing slowness. “God, Willow.” Her gaze never left Willow’s face as she paused at her entrance.
Willow couldn’t wait. She pressed her hips down and sank onto Scottie’s finger. She couldn’t contain the sharp sound—half cry, half gasp—that burst out of her.
Scottie froze beneath her. “Okay? Want me to stop?”
Wildly, Willow shook her head. “No! Don’t stop!” She slowly raised herself up, then pressed back down against Scottie’s touch.
Scottie gripped her hip with her free hand, supporting her rhythm but not trying to set the pace. “More?”
Unable to speak, Willow nodded.
Her gaze on Willow’s face, Scottie slipped a second finger inside.
“Scottie.” She breathed out her name on a long gasp.
An answering groan came from Scottie. She shuddered against Willow as if every touch resonated through her too. “God, you feel so good.” She stroked Willow deep inside, sending little tremors through her.
“So do you.” Then Willow could no longer speak, only moan, as their bodies quickly found a rhythm, and she lost herself in the sensations coursing through her.
The hungry, awed look on Scottie’s face, the passion in her dark eyes drove Willow on, made her move faster and faster.
“You’re so beautiful,” Scottie murmured, voice rough. “So hot.” She never looked away from Willow, eagerly drinking in every response.
They met each other stroke for stroke, their gazes locked the entire time.
The intimacy of it nearly overwhelmed Willow. Her breath came in ragged puffs, and she was vaguely aware of the little noises escaping her. Why had she ever worried about not being able to come? She was struggling not to come too soon.
Scottie shifted her hand, adjusting the angle. When she thrust up again, the heel of her palm brushed against Willow’s clit.
Pleasure cascaded through Willow. She muffled a cry and desperately clung to the headboard.
Scottie groaned as if she were the one being touched.
The low, breathless sounds nearly tipped Willow over the edge.
Scottie picked up speed, matching the frantic beat of Willow’s heart. The heel of her hand now rubbed against Willow’s clit every time she ground her hips down.
Willow rasped out a choked plea but had no idea what she was asking for. Harder? Deeper? Faster? More? Or maybe she was gasping out Scottie’s name.
Scottie stroked deeper into her. Her grip on Willow’s hip tightened as she pressed her down against her fingers.
The first tremors washed through Willow. Oh no. Not yet. She dug her teeth into her lower lip and tried to slow down the frantic pace of her hips, but her control was slipping. Emotions rose sharply—need, pleasure, but also fear. The intensity of her desire almost scared her. What if—?
“It’s okay,” Scottie whispered. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
The words severed the last tether of Willow’s self-control. She wrenched her hands off the headboard and clutched Scottie’s shoulders for all she was worth, digging her nails into her skin as she gave herself up to the ecstasy of Scottie’s touch.
Scottie curled her fingers, brushing a spot that made a wave of pleasure sweep through Willow’s body.
A whimper escaped her. Her stomach tightened, and her hips shook against Scottie. She desperately clung to her.
Scottie brought her thumb up and rubbed Willow’s clit, using the perfect amount of pressure. “Let go,” she whispered again.
Willow rocked down against Scottie one more time, then gave in to the sensations gathering deep inside her.
The wild rush crested so sharply that she tossed her head back and opened her mouth in a silent scream.
Sparks flashed behind her eyelids as her body clenched tightly around Scottie’s fingers.
All her muscles went taut, then melted into a quivering puddle. She fell forward and collapsed on top of Scottie, trusting her to catch her.
Scottie stilled her fingers, wrapped one arm around Willow, and held her until both of their breathing calmed.
After a while, she carefully withdrew.
Another shudder went through Willow.
When her brain started working again, she slowly realized that the pounding wasn’t in her body. Okay, not just in her body. She was still pulsing with aftershocks.
The noise was coming from the wall in front of her.
Willow tried to lift her head off Scottie’s shoulder, but her muscles were still pleasantly useless. “What…?”
Scottie shook with laughter beneath her. “Sorry.” She trailed her hand up and down Willow’s back in long, soothing sweeps. “That’s my neighbor.”
“Your…neighbor? Why…?”
“You were pretty loud. Shouted my name a couple of times and cried out when you came.”
Willow pushed up on one trembling arm to stare down at her. “What?”
A proud grin spread across Scottie’s face. “You cried out my name,” she repeated almost reverently. She reached up and cupped Willow’s cheek, her thumb brushing the heat flooding there. “It was hot. Beautiful. Glorious.”
Willow opened her mouth. Then closed it again. “But I don’t…” She shook her head, trying to clear it of the orgasm-induced fog. “I don’t do that. I never…”
Scottie smiled up at her, a slow, sexy curl of her lips. “Well, you did with me.”
Despite everything they’d just done, another flush raced up Willow’s neck. “I…I completely lost control.”
Scottie’s self-satisfied grin was replaced by a tender smile.
“Yeah. That’s what made it so beautiful.
Seeing you like that…completely unguarded…
giving yourself over to the pleasure I made you feel…
God, that was…” Now it was Scottie who seemed to be at a loss for words.
She trailed off with a shake of her head.
“And when you let go of the headboard and held on to me…”
“I let go of the headboard,” Willow repeated. Vaguely, the memory of clutching Scottie’s shoulders came back to her—of digging her nails into Scottie’s skin.
She’d never before let herself get so overwhelmed with pleasure that she had stopped being aware of where her hands were. But with Scottie, she’d stopped bracing for an impending zap and had just allowed herself to feel.
“You did,” Scottie said, her voice full of emotion.
Willow sank back against Scottie’s shoulder. “Wow,” she mumbled as the thought finally sank in. They had made love, had poured every bit of passion and tenderness into touching each other until all restraint had fallen away—and they’d been fine.
More than fine, actually. None of Willow’s fears had come true. No zaps. No exploding electronics. And definitely no struggle to climax.
She lifted herself back up on one arm. “You are fine, right? I didn’t zap you, did I?”
Scottie shook her head. “No. Although…”
Willow froze against her, but Scottie continued her tender caresses against her back, soothing away the tension.
“Although?” Willow prompted.
“You did blow a few fuses.” Scottie flashed her a grin. “All of mine.”
Willow couldn’t help returning the grin. “All of them?” She shifted to the side so she could trail her hand down Scottie’s body.
Scottie sucked in a breath. “Maybe not all of them. A few still seem to be working.”
Playfully, Willow lifted her brows. “Oh? Which ones are still functioning?”
“Motor skills are surprisingly intact.” Scottie proved it by leaning up and capturing Willow’s lips in a soft kiss that quickly grew heated. “Speech is starting to become questionable,” she added in a husky whisper against her lips.
Willow dragged her nails in a teasing path down Scottie’s belly, then paused at the edge of her damp curls. “What about self-control?”
A long groan escaped from Scottie. “Hanging on by a thread.”
“Hmm. Let’s see if we can short-circuit it completely.” She slid her hand lower, and this time, Scottie reached for her instead of the headboard.