Page 114 of Barging In
Victoria obliged, lapping her rough tongue rhythmically whilst slipping her fingers slowly inside her.Before Clem knew it, she was trembling, coming hard against Victoria’s mouth, pulsing against her fingers as they slowly worked in and out.
“Fuck!” Clem exhaled loudly as her body settled.
Victoria hovered above her, lips moist, a satisfied grin spreading across her lips.
“I love you,” Clem said, the words bursting out before she could catch them.
Victoria leaned down and kissed her, her hand stroking Clem’s face. “I love you, too. Thank you for waiting for me. For giving me you.”
“Anytime.” Clem winked. This woman could have her anytime and every time.
She reached up and stroked Victoria’s face, running her fingers over the light wrinkles by her eyes. Now it was her turn, but she wouldn’t make Victoria wait, not too long anyway. Clem wasn’t going to be able to keep herself from devouring the woman.
Victoria collapsed onto the bed beside Clem. She wasn’t breathless from exertion — making Clem climax had been no effort — but from the intoxicating intensity of their connection. Clem had given herself to Victoria completely, and any lingering apprehension Victoria had felt melted away with her reassurance. With Clem, she did feel utterly safe.
She curled around her lover, drawing her close as she replayed the moments that had left her in this state. Clem’s desperation had been palpable — so much so that she’d tried to ease her own ache. That had stirred something deep in Victoria. She had wanted to be the one to takeClem there — to coax out every gasp and every shiver; to give her everything she craved.
Clem didn’t stay still in her arms for long. Her gaze roamed over Victoria’s body, desire flickering in her eyes before her hand followed. Each touch stoked the fire that had kept Victoria quietly simmering.
She could spend a lifetime like this, tangled up with this sexy, naked woman who had appeared from nowhere and almost drowned her in the canal. To hear her say, “I love you,” then to say it back and mean it, had made her heart spill over with happiness. She hadn’t believed she would ever feel that again in a relationship.
Clem’s foot hooked under Victoria’s leg, pulling it to the side. With her thighs parted, a rush of cool air swept over the burning skin between them. Fingers trailed slowly down her stomach… too slowly. In that moment, she understood Clem’s earlier eagerness and impatience, feeling it, too. She was throbbing for relief. She closed her eyes and surrendered to Clem’s teasing fingers, shivering as they slid through her wetness. Every brush of lips along her neck, every gentle nibble of her ear, and the soft whisper of “I love you” sent sparks through her, making her ache for more than just touch.
“Mmm,” Victoria moaned back. She writhed at the words. She could feel them burrowing into her core as Clem slipped her fingers inside her — then out again. A whimper of delight escaped her lips, as Clem’s rhythmic touch intensified. She was a puppet master, thrusting and rubbing in a way Victoria had never known, bringing her perilously close to the edge. She wasn’t ready to fall, not without Clem’s mouth on her.
“I need you there,” she purred, staring intensely into Clem’s eyes as her entire body tingled with anticipation.
“Now who is impatient?” Clem leaned in to kiss her.
Victoria kissed back, then applied a little pressure to Clem’s shoulder to encourage her down. Clem’s light chuckle tickled her neck as she moved, lips pressing to a breast, then a nipple, tracing down her belly until finally she devoured her completely.
Victoria squirmed with delight, closing her eyes to fend off the dizzying rush that threatened to overtake her. As Clem’s tongue teased and coaxed, the ache inside Victoria shifted into a more urgent, all-consuming intensity, one she wanted to savour yet desperately needed released. She grasped Clem’s head, not that she needed guiding, but she wanted more connection, to feel her under her fingertips.
With Clem’s fingers still dancing inside her and her other hand caressing her skin, she knew she would succumb soon. And she did, moaning, pulsing, and twitching as she tipped over the edge. Her nails gripped Clem’s scalp, and she savoured every last shiver as it was drawn from her body.
She felt Clem settling beside her and opened her eyes to take her in.
“You know, you’re very much a Victoria sponge. Soft, a little fruity on top…” She looked at her fingers, rubbing them together. “Moist, with a creamy centre.” Licking them, she added, “And you taste delicious.”
“I’m happy… to hear that… I think,” Victoria murmured between panting breaths, heat prickling her skin at what Clem was doing.
Although it was her first time with a woman, the experience had felt entirely natural, better than anything she’d experienced before. It wasn’t a performance or a goal to reach on one side, just the slow, deliberate artistry of two women fluent in the language of each other’s skin. Clem listened with her hands, read every flicker of breath, every shift in her body. There was no battle forcontrol, no pressure beyond comfort — only an exquisite unfolding. It was softer, gentler, but not lacking in intensity; the fire was there, tempered with care and tenderness, stoked slowly until it consumed her. For the first time in her life, Victoria felt wanted, cherished, and truly seen.
“Where do we go from here?” Clem asked softly, her fingers entwining with Victoria’s.
“Shall we take it day by day? See how things develop?”
“I’d say they’ve developed pretty quickly in the last twelve hours.” Clem laughed. “Isn’t sleeping with the boss sort of frowned upon?”
“As long as the boss isn’t married, what does it matter?”
“Technically, you still are.”
“True.” It didn’t feel like she was.
“Does it bother you?” Clem asked, tone turning serious.
“Not now, no, and we’re both adults. If things don’t work out, I’d trust we’d still be able to work together.”
