chapter nineteen Queer Enough #3
legs.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice shaky and uncertain.
“I want to watch you come,” she says, matter-of-fact, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
I blink several times, confused. “I thought making me come was your job?”
Lex laughs, her smile so fucking radiant in the dim light peeking through my blinds. “We can get to that later. For now, I
want to watch you.”
I don’t move, still confused. Lex places her hand over mine and begins guiding me.
It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve fucked myself; I’m a modern woman.
I’ve had lots of time to learn about my own body and how to bring myself pleasure, but doing it in front of someone else?
The thought alone is hotter than any hookup I’ve ever had.
Lex’s gaze heats as she watches my fingers sliding between my thighs, circle my clit, graze my entrance beneath my panties.
Her hand slips from mine and works its way up my tank top to my breast where she makes a low, throaty sound as she squeezes
and kneads. She pulls at the neckline of my shirt to reveal one of my nipples, groaning low in her throat. Lex brings her
mouth to my neck, to my throat, then down to my chest where she sucks my nipple into her mouth. I arch my back as a zing lights
up my belly, sending a jolt to my centre, that quickening sensation already building in my core.
“Bring your fingers inside yourself,” she says between sucks of my nipple, her voice a commanding whisper.
I do as I’m told, slipping two fingers in as far as they can go, cupping my pussy, my palm flat against my clit. Lex presses
her thigh back against me, pinning my hand in place, rocks against me once more—fuck, the pressure is perfect.
“Curl your fingers in time with our movements,” Lex instructs.
I obey, bending my fingers as we rock together. Lex kisses me again, one arm braced above my head to hold herself up while
her other hand massages my breast, tweaks my nipple, and then runs down to my hip. She fits her hand over my waist and digs
her thumb into the crease of my hip, pulling me toward her as she grinds her thigh against me. She’s all around me, holding
me and loving me and fucking me while making me fuck myself. The heat that’s building inside of me is slow, rumbling, like
a volcano that’s overdue to erupt by a thousand years. It’s like I haven’t come in weeks, months, years, when I know that
isn’t true. But this is different, so, so different, like she’s making love to parts of me that haven’t even been seen by
another person.
Then, her lips find mine once more. She kisses me deeply, with intention and reverence, her tongue claiming my mouth.
This is going to send me right over the fucking edge—but the edge is so much higher than anything I’ve ever experienced, and I’m almost scared about what will happen when I let myself take the plunge.
“I got you,” Lex says, whispering into my mouth between kisses.
And I know she does. I’ve never trusted another person like this, not in my whole life. If there’s anyone I feel safe with,
it’s her.
“Let go,” she says, her nose brushing against mine.
As if I were waiting for her permission, I do. It’s not like anything I’ve ever experienced before—it’s not a sharp, intense
bodily reaction to physical stimuli, a matter of pushing buttons to achieve something visceral and surface level. Something
deep within me, that’s been dormant and waiting, awakens. My entire body clenches and shudders around my fingers, against
the weight of Lex’s presence, within the safety of her embrace. Rushing tingles radiate from my core to my extremities, my
vision begins to glow white, my body arches, and I release in a long, slow earthquake of an orgasm. Lex continues guiding
me through it all, wave after wave, until I’m crying out and shuddering and shaking, tears leaking from my eyes, and I can’t
do anything but say her name over and over again.
Just when I think I can’t take it anymore I hear Lex moaning in my ear, her pitch becoming heightened as she finds her own
release—I can feel her centre against my hand, applying pressure in her own way exactly where she needs it. And fuck if it isn’t the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed. I feel her come against me, her body tightening
and tensing, which sends me over the edge again for one final, dizzying release.
We slow until we still, a tangled mess of shuddering breaths and too-sensitive nerve endings. Lex lifts herself off me just long enough for me to remove my hand, which is soaked on both sides.
Her gaze meets mine, an expression of . . . uncertainty? Like she’s worried I’ll regret what we’ve done and wish we’d have
stayed friends. She couldn’t be more wrong. I raise myself onto my forearm and kiss her, placing my hand at the back of her
head to pull her close, and relay exactly what she means to me with every fibre of my being.
Our lips part and our foreheads press together, eyes closed, relishing this moment we’ve just shared. We don’t need words.
We don’t need anything. We have each other.