Page 65 of Like First Love, Again

“Not until you make me believe that you want it,” Tori said, showing Mia how deals with the Devil came into being.

Moving her mouth slowly down her inner thigh, Tori didn’t increase the excruciatingly inadequate pressure over the very tip of her clit. By the time Tori ran her tongue along the edge of her underwear, Mia was tearing at the sheets. She concentrated so intently on the weak touch, willing it to be enough, that a headache started to build at her temples.

“Please,” Mia whispered, mouth dry from hanging open, fingers in Tori’s hair.

Tori’s mouth hovered over undoubtedly soaked underwear. “Terrible first try.” She moved her hand, wrapping both arms around Mia’s trembling thighs, and kissed her through the fabric.

“Fuck,” she cried, tipping her hips up to chase more but Tori held her down like she’d anticipated her reaction. Like she woke up every morning and worked out for exactly this cruel purpose. “Please.”

“Please what?” She skimmed her lips over Mia’s aching clit before kissing her again, too gently to do any good.

How the hell was Mia supposed to know what she wanted? All she needed was to ease the gnawing pain of desire holding her brain and body hostage.

“Let me take these off,” she pleaded, desperation making her voice sound so strange through her pounding eardrums. “Please,” she added when Tori didn’t move.

An agonizing eternity later, Tori relented. With both hands, she yanked the underwear down, pulling them off like she was offended they existed at all.

When Tori was back to her position, arms wrapped around her thighs, Mia closed her eyes and waited. Time shifted and warped until she felt the faintest brush of Tori’s full, kiss-swollen lips. The slight contact was a seismic tremor. Mia braced formore, hips digging into the bed like that might do something for her need.

“Tori, please,” Mia cried, clinging to the sheets she’d torn off the bed.

“A little more convincing,” she agreed, measured and merciless and unwilling to rush Mia’s ruin.

As a reward for being just pathetic enough, Tori ran her tongue lightly over Mia’s clit before taking it between her lips. At the taste of her, Tori groaned. Her hold on Mia’s thighs tightened, and she threw herself into the act like she’d happily drown in Mia. Like she’d never tasted anything more incredible in her life.

Mia dropped her jaw to moan, but it got lodged in her throat. Got trapped along with the exhale burning in her lungs. Head tossed back, she was overwhelmed by the heat of Tori’s mouth, and her skilled tongue, and soft lips all working together to drive her immediately to the edge.

Something primal and bright surged through Mia too fast. It pressed against her skin like it was trying to escape. It gathered low in her belly, spinning chaotically—dense, molten, unstoppable—like the core of a sun that didn’t know how to do anything but burn.

Back arching off the bed, Mia’s entire body ignited. Clenching her jaw when she managed to close her mouth, her entire being coalesced to the point where Tori’s mouth met her body.

And then Tori stopped abruptly and painfully. Even without her touch, Mia nearly tumbled over the edge by sheer momentum.

“What’s wrong?” Mia gasped, legs shaking and core pounding.

Tori looked up at her, eyes dark and intent darker. She wasn’t the sweet woman who’d held her close and sent her flowers andmailed her little handwritten notes while she was away. The woman looking up at her had never sent her a good morning text to say she’d thought about her on her run. Had never asked her about her day, or listened patiently while she recounted every moment from therapy. This Tori was calm, calculating, and entirely in control of Mia’s destruction.

“What did I tell you?” Tori’s voice was low, almost lazy, like she had all the time in the world. Like she didn’t care that Mia was breaking apart from the build up. Like she wanted her to shatter.

Mia couldn’t think. She could barely breathe. Memories of anything before this moment were hazy and unfocused, distant like they’d happened to someone else.

“Please,” Mia begged, voice raspy with unabashed need. “Please, Tori. I need you.”

Tilting her head to the side, Tori looked at her like she was considering what brand of frozen pizza to pick at the store. Like it was all the same to her if Mia never felt another moment of happiness in her life.

“Need me for what?” Her finger trailed Mia’s entrance as if to show her how wet she was. As if Mia didn’t already know she was dripping.

“Let me,” she begged, so hoarse it was almost embarrassing. “Make me come, please.”

Tori pushed inside just far enough to send a fresh wave of heat punishing her from a new angle. Cursing, Mia swung her hips, desperate to lure Tori in deeper. To stretch around her fingers and come so hard she unlocked a new level of consciousness. It was so close.

“Convince me that you want it,” Tori said, but this time Mia heard the desire she couldn’t mask from her tone. It only made Mia’s need more urgent. More inescapable.

“I want it,” Mia swore like an ancient oath. “Fuck, Tori. I want it so fucking bad. I need you, please.”

“When you come…” Tori added a second finger and pushed into Mia just a little further. God, it was almost enough. Mia couldn’t help grinding against her, ready to promise anything for release. “I want you to saythank you.”

The moment Tori’s tongue was moving at lightning speed over her clit while she slipped her fingers in deeper, Mia nearly broke her promise. It was all happening too fast. Her mouth and fingers were moving in a coordinated attack to unravel her.

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