Page 77 of Like First Love, Again

Tori couldn’t stop trembling. In minutes, Mia already had her faltering over an unbearable edge.

Breathing in shallow bursts, Tori grabbed fistfuls of sheets to ground herself. There wasn’t enough oxygen in her lungs. Not enough gravity to hold her down. Fingers curling in Mia’s hair, she gave in to Mia’s mouth. To the heat coiling tighter and tighter at her core.

Tori heard herself make sounds she’d never uttered before. Desperate, broken noises spilling from a mouth she couldn’t close.

In response, Mia moaned into her like she loved unraveling her. Like she’d never get enough. Her moans echoed and hummed and boomed through Tori’s body like thunder before a hurricane. Loud and rough and warning that nothing would escape the force’s grasp.

Tori was close. So close it was excruciating. But Mia didn’t rush. Didn’t lose her place even as Tori squirmed and rocked and writhed.

The pressure building at her core was an aching need that took up every inch of space in her body until there was no room for thought, no room for breath, no room for anything but Mia’s agonizing mouth and her fingers digging hard into Tori’s thighs.

Tori’s back arched as the tension snapped. Her release hit like a wave—sudden and massive, crashing through her so hard, her throat was raw when she cursed. She came with her hands in Mia’s hair and her body half off the bed.

Mia didn’t stop. She held her down, mouth and hands steady, like she’d known exactly how it would be. Like she’d planned on holding her breath that long.

Collapsing onto the mattress, Tori’s chest burned while she panted. Heart racing while her body still twitched and spasmed against Mia’s soft lips. Every nerve still buzzed while Miacrawled up her body. While she kissed her way slowly up Tori’s stomach, her chest, her throat.

When Mia reached her mouth, Tori pulled her in with both hands and kissed her. Useless legs wrapped around Mia, Tori kissed herself off her lips and chin and tongue.

“Holy shit,” Tori whispered.

Mia grinned, glistening lips smug with satisfaction. “That was hot.”

“I want to watch whatever you were watching,” Tori joked, voice raw, breath wayward.

Curling into her side, Mia held her close. Arms and legs wrapped around each other, Tori might have drifted off to sleep with her pulse still pounding if Mia hadn’t spoken again.

“That was incredible,” Mia said, voice as soft as the fingers trailing Tori’s arm. “I’m so fucking gay.”

Chuckling, Tori turned to her side so they faced each other. Heads on the same pillow and legs intertwined like they needed to stay tethered to the ground. To each other.

“Oh, yeah? It’s decided then?” Tori combed Mia’s wild hair back with her fingers.

“Mm-hmm.” Mia closed her eyes. “I’d like to do that forever, please and thank you.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Tori laughed and wrapped her arm around Mia, inhaling the lingering scent of her own body wash on Mia’s skin.

Drifting as she drew absentminded shapes along Mia’s spine, Tori’s chest was too small for her heart. She wondered whether this was some elaborate dream. Whether she’d wake up alone in her bed, lavender and sandalwood faintly lingering on her sheets to taunt her.

“You’re not going to sleep yet, are you?” Mia’s lips were on the corner of Tori’s mouth.

Tori smirked, forcing her eyes open. “Did you have something else in mind?”

Mia nipped at Tori’s bottom lip, waking the hunger that had barely been sated. “I did bring something with me.”

“Oh?” Tori tipped her head back to look at Mia. “What’s that?”

“A little—well—big something I’ve been dying for you to try on,” she teased.

“Did you sanitize it?” she asked, knowing full well Mia had been thinking about the strap. That she’d probably been waiting for the right time to bring it up and lost patience.

“Did I what now?” Mia’s lips were on Tori’s neck again, her hand roaming over her side.

“You can’t just use it out of the box like that,” she explained, finding her second wind.

“That makes sense.” Mia kissed her. “You wanna do that while I heat up the beef Wellington? I feel like you’re gonna need the protein.” She wiggled her brows in adorable exaggeration.

“You made beef Wellington?” Tori’s depleted body shook with the force of her surprised laugh. “How long have you been in my house?”

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