Page 68 of Make Room for Love

Maybe it was because Isabel wasn’t done yearning. Mira wanted sex, and fun, and comfort, and the assurance that she could leave.

Mira’s hands went still. Isabel realized she’d clenched her eyes shut, and opened them again. Mira’s eyes were wide.

“Will you show me?” she asked.

Isabel inhaled sharply. She’d been naked all this time, but now she was exposed. She’d watched Mira make herself come at least a dozen times—flushed, writhing, tangled up in theirsheets, so beautiful it hurt to look at her. But Isabel had never let herself be watched.

She could say no. But she wanted to keep going, to bare herself for Mira here and now, even if she couldn’t do it anywhere else. She nodded.

She gripped the soap holder behind her, closed her eyes, and tipped her head back against the tile. Heart pounding, she slipped a hand between her legs. She found her clit, swollen and needy and more than slick enough even in the shower, and whimpered, more naked than she had ever been with Mira.

“Can I keep touching you?” Mira murmured.

Isabel nodded, her eyes still closed. Mira cradled her breasts so gently, rubbed her nipples so slowly, like she knew just how sensitive Isabel was—and even so, it was overwhelming. At every touch, Mira’s and her own, bursts of light and heat spread through her body, building up the pressure until it was unbearable. She moaned and quivered, entirely at Mira’s mercy.

“So gorgeous,” Mira said, her voice thick with desire. “Can I go inside you? I want to feel you when you come.”

Isabel opened her eyes. Mira’s intent, scorching gaze made her burn even hotter. She nodded.

Mira rinsed the soap off her hands as Isabel made room between her thighs. Mira had been a fast learner these last few weeks, and she didn’t waste time. She easily slid two fingers in, the ones with the short nails, and curled them just the way Isabel liked as she raked Isabel’s scalp with her talons. Isabel gasped, trembled, squeezed around Mira’s fingers involuntarily. She clutched at Mira’s soft, slippery body.

“Oh, that’s good,” Mira said, voice full of wonder as she sped up.

It was too much, and Isabel needed more. She found her clit again, and her hand pressed up against Mira’s as they both moved. The intimacy of it made Isabel shiver. “So gorgeous,”Mira said again, her lips next to Isabel’s ear. “Such strong musclesthere, too.” Isabel exhaled a laugh. She was so close to coming, so helpless, so in love.

She came with a quiet, high moan, clenching around Mira’s fingers. As her legs shook, Mira held her up.

Isabel slumped against the wall afterward, oversensitive and raw. Mira sucked her fingers into her mouth and licked them clean with a satisfied hum, making eye contact, and Isabel was overcome by a surge of…everything. Too many emotions she couldn’t name.

“I was going to let you have your turn first,” she said, still getting herself under control.

“Oh, I have,” Mira said. “And I will.”

They finished up in the shower. Isabel let Mira lead her to her bedroom, and immediately ended up on her back with Mira straddling her. Mira pulled her scrunchie out of her hair and shook it loose, and it tumbled over her shoulders, wild and a little frizzy from the steam. She was irresistible.

Isabel reached up, squeezed Mira’s small, lovely breasts, and swiped her thumbs over the hard brown nipples. Mira giggled. “Don’t distract me.”

“From what?” Isabel ran her hands down Mira’s ribcage, down her stomach, over her soft thighs.

“I’m thinking about what I want from you.”

“Why don’t you sit on my face while you think about it?”

Mira’s eyes widened, and she laughed. If only Isabel could have her like this forever—comfortable and happy in their bed. “Okay,” Mira said. “If you insist.”

“Oh, I almost forgot,”Mira said. “You distracted me too well. I never told you about the committee meeting today.”

After a late dinner where they’d split most of a bottle of wine, catching each other up after a long week of work, they were tangled in bed again. Isabel had forgotten. “What happened?”

Mira told her the news. “So, I’ll be knocking on doors every weekend for the next month,” she continued. “It’s going to be a lot of work. But I think I have to. I can’t ask people to do something I’m not willing to do.” She rested her head on Isabel’s shoulder. “I really, really need us to win.”

“I know, sweetheart.” Isabel kissed her on the forehead and stroked her hair. But Mira was still tense.

Truthfully, it would have been nice to have Mira relaxed and distracted for a little longer. But Mira was someone with obligations weighing on her, like Isabel was. They couldn’t keep out the rest of the world forever.

Mira sighed. “It’s also… To be honest, I don’t want to be wrong. I don’t want Patrick to sayI told you so. I don’t want Shreya to be disappointed in me.” Mira was silent for a few seconds. “I know it’s not all my responsibility. But Iamresponsible. That’s the point of being on the committee in the first place.”

Isabel kept stroking her hair. Mira liked to work out her thoughts in words, unlike Isabel, and sometimes she just needed space to do it. Mira continued, “I know you think I should trust myself. It’s just so much easier said than done.” She nestled closer. “I hate how this feels. I hate not knowing.”

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