Page 79 of Like First Love, Again

“It’ll be a little cold,” Tori said, producing a little bottle of lube and flipping the cap.

Mia scooted down as if that might shake her out of her head. When Tori slipped a finger easily inside of her, Mia closed her eyes. One hand on the back of Tori’s neck and the other on her back, Mia asked for more.

As soon as she stretched around Tori’s fingers, Mia let out a long, slow breath. She tried to settle into the pleasurable sensation. Into how good Tori felt inside of her. But doubt tugged at her, quiet and persistent, like a current pulling her down the harder she swam.

She knew the only way was surrender, but she couldn’t relax. Couldn’t stop flipping through every moment she hadn’t been enough. Every time something good had slipped through her fingers.

Tori’s touch was warm. Grounding. Like sunlight dancing on the water’s surface showing her where to go. She wanted to kick off the doubt dragging her by the ankles. She wanted to rise to meet her. To stop holding her breath. To be in her own body.

“I can hear you thinking,” Tori whispered. She held herself off Mia’s chest and met her eyes. “What are you thinking?”

The furrow in Tori’s brow told her that there was nothing she wouldn’t do for her. All Mia wanted was to desperately believe that she could stay here forever. Be hers forever.

“I’ve never wanted this before,” Mia’s lips admitted before her brain gave permission. “I don’t want you to think I’m weird.”

“Tell me,” Tori whispered, forehead pressed to hers. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t give you.”

Cutting herself loose from the fear coiled around her legs and chest and throat, Mia said, “I want you to tell me I’m yours.” She waited for Tori to look her in the eye again. To show her that she meant it. “I want you to make me feel it in my fucking marrow.”

Tori kissed her again. Kissed her with the kind of hunger that didn’t ask—it took. It already owned.

Deep and slow, Tori claimed every inch of her mouth before she demanded, “Turn around.”

Eager to comply, Mia flipped onto her stomach, but Tori didn’t leave her there. She grabbed her by the hips, touch steady and sure, and pulled her to her knees without any help from Mia.

“Fuck,” Mia gasped when she felt something much bigger than Tori’s fingers press against her entrance.

She held her breath, heart pounding when she closed her eyes. But instead of Tori pushing inside like she expected, she teased her. Spreading the combination of Mia’s arousal and lubeup and down her aching center, Tori took her time. Took so long that every time she brushed her clit, every time she pulled back up to her entrance but didn’t go inside, Mia’s anticipation rocketed.

By the time Tori finally pushed in just a little, Mia was begging for it. Her thighs trembling for it. Her heart hammering for it.

Mouth hanging open in a silent cry, Mia couldn’t make a sound while Tori filled her. She moved an inch at a time while Mia stretched and adjusted. The moment Tori’s hips were finally flush against her, Mia made the mistake of thinking she knew what would come next.

With a hard slap to Mia’s ass, Tori pulled all the way out and suddenly entered Mia completely. The unexpected move knocked all the air out of Mia’s lungs. She dropped to her elbows, entire being trained on Tori moving hard inside of her, but Tori had other plans.

Hand in Mia’s hair, Tori yanked her back hard, hips never stopping their rhythm. Back bowed, Mia did her best to balance herself on unsteady knees.

“You’re mine,” Tori growled in her ear.

Mia moaned. She reached back to grab Tori’s hip. To show her she could fuck her harder.

“Your body is mine.” Tori planted one foot on the bed and thrust harder into Mia. Faster. “Your pussy is mine.”

Mia cried, electric need racing through her entire body, pounding and pulsing and screaming for relief.

“Your orgasm is mine.” Tori yanked Mia’s head back until she could look at Tori—if she could force herself to open her eyes. If she had any control over any part of her body. “So fucking give it to me.”

Tori bit into Mia’s shoulder, sucking hard enough to draw blood while she continued her punishing pace. Every deep thrustpushed Mia closer to the unstoppable edge, but this time she kept herself off of it on purpose. She wanted to make the moment last until she broke.

“Give it to me,” Tori demanded again, openly annoyed at Mia’s defiance.

“Fuck,” Mia panted, throat and chest already raw.

Tori reached to her side, pausing long enough for Mia to open her eyes. The sound of a vibrator made Mia’s eyes widen, and then Tori pressed it to her aching clit and they slammed closed again.

Mia wanted to fall forward onto the bed, but Tori held her in place by her hair. Held her pressed to her chest. Held her so tight that she’d never be able to go anywhere else. Held her like she swore to keep her.

“Tell me you’re mine.” Tori bit Mia’s ear.

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