it was enough to draw a keening sound from Victoria’s lips. She hadn’t seemed so desperate for Anna’s touch since their first time together, or at least it felt that way in the feverish relief of being in the same room, of being able to touch and taste and tease again at last.
A few ragged moments passed with Anna pressing just a single finger past Victoria’s entrance.
“No…teasing…” Victoria finally said through gritted teeth. “I swear to God, Anna, I can’t…”
“I’ve got you,” Anna replied, slipping a second finger inside and pressing her fingertips against Victoria’s g-spot, knowing that hooked motion drove her crazy. Sure enough, Victoria’s response was a brief slap of her hands against the mattress, balling the sheets in her fists as Anna picked up the pace. “I’m not going to make you wait tonight, darling. Clearly you need me too much for that.”
Victoria did try to glare, but it was undermined completely by Anna’s third finger and the shuddering gasp as their bodies moved against each other as if they’d never have another chance. Anna banished the thought. No last times, no worrying about the future. Not when she could rub the side of her thumb just to the left of Victoria’s clit, knowing how that particular spot was her undoing. And it worked, with Victoria almost tearing the sheet as she arched her back up into her climax, clutching at the sheet like it was the only thing anchoring her to a solid surface.
“Don’t,” Victoria said as Anna flexed her fingers to slide them out. “Good, so good, but…”
“More?” Anna finished for her. She loved Victoria most like this, insatiable and lacking in her usual eloquence. Only Anna got to see this half-undone side of her. Victoria Ford didn’t need anything from anyone, wouldn’t lower herself to ask and certainly never to beg, but in the quiet of a hotel room or an apartment with Anna, the usual rules did not apply. She dipped forward again to kiss Victoria deeply, enjoying how she hadn’t quite caught her breath yet, the press of their lips punctuated by wispy moans.
It helped that Victoria was soaked; Anna couldn’t remember her hand getting quite this wet before. That made it easy to squeeze her fingers together, making room for her pinky to be the fourth. Victoria clamped around them with a noise from her lips that landed somewhere between relief and a plea for more. Propped on her forearm, watching Victoria’s face, Anna felt as if she could do this all night. Every thrust of her arm made all the extra gym hours and lifts seem worth it, especially when Victoria relinquished her grip on the sheets and tangled one hand in Anna’s hair instead.
“Did you bring anything?” Anna asked, the air between them thick with sex and the wet sounds her hand was making. “I mean, if you want my whole hand, shouldn’t we…”
“Won’t need it,” Victoria answered, her eyelids flickering as she forced herself to make eye contact with Anna. “Not now, trust me.”
It was true that Anna could move her fingers freely in and out, even as Victoria rocked her hips to bear down on each thrust. She was close to coming again, muscles already tensing around Anna’s fingers, and soaking her hand, and the sheet. It really wasn’t much work to tuck her thumb in the next time Anna withdrew her fingers, not quite all the way, and push back in with her whole hand, slowing it way down and moving only in the tiniest increments. The way Victoria kept tugging on Anna’s hair urged her on, and after a moment of resistance when Anna almost pulled away, suddenly Victoria welcomed all her fingers inside, crying out in pleasure.
“Gorgeous,” Anna whispered, twisting her wrist a few inches right and then back to the left. “Oh sweetheart, you needed this. Didn’t you?”
Victoria could only nod in response, as Anna placed wandering touches across Victoria’s body, playing it with virtuoso ease. Stroking, scratching, and pinching in each sensitive spot, Anna filed away every reaction as though filming it. These sounds and pictures would be her comfort and her pleasure when she was back in New York. Anna didn’t dare miss a second.
She could feel Victoria’s pulse thundering around her hand, and with careful, shallow thrusts Anna was able to work her up to yet another peak. Victoria was fully writhing beneath her at that point, their bodies touching at random points that seemed to set off new sparks.