Page 113 of Barging In
“Yes, erm.” Victoria swallowed. “Just a touch nervous.”
“I won’t tell you not to be, but I will give you every reason not to,” Clem said softly, her pounding heartbetraying her own nerves. “You’re safe. We’re safe together.”
She stepped closer, gently stroked Victoria’s back with her fingers, and kissed her shoulder. The goosebumps rising on Victoria’s skin spurred Clem to lightly touch her breast. Victoria’s head rolled back in pleasure, nerves seemingly forgotten; Clem grasped it more firmly, teasing her nipple between her thumb and forefinger as she kissed her neck.
Victoria moaned. “Can we lie down?”
“Of course. Whatever you want,” Clem replied, stepping back to let Victoria lead.
She walked around to the far side of the bed and switched on a bedside lamp, filling the room with a warm, soft glow. Clem waited for her to settle in before lying down beside her. She admired how Victoria’s hair fell around her face, just skimming the top of her breasts. It was noticeably longer than it had been when they first met. Clem brushed it back, letting her fingers trail over her soft, full, perfect breasts.
“You are exquisite, Vic,” Clem whispered, her breath catching with emotion.
Victoria’s earlier confidence seemed to flare again as she climbed on top, kissing Clem’s neck and caressing her breasts. Clem writhed, her lower body trapped between Victoria’s thighs. The restraint only heightened her arousal.
“You are exquisite, too,” Victoria breathed, her voice low and full of longing.
Clem smiled up at her, hands cupping the breasts she could never get enough of. Victoria arched into her touch with a moan. She pressed Clem’s hands firmly against herself, urging her on, guiding the pressure until Clem squeezed harder than she’d dared to do before.
Desperate for release from the fire raging through her, Clem tore one hand free from Victoria’s grip and slipped it beneath her trousers, sliding into her soaked underwear.
“Do you need some help?” Victoria murmured, sitting back just enough to start unbuttoning Clem’s trousers.
“Yes,” Clem gasped, needing all the help Victoria could give her.
She lifted herself as Victoria pulled her trousers down, taking her knickers with them.
Clem kicked them off as Victoria rolled to one side to remove her own. Just one glimpse of Victoria’s pale skin made Clem reach for herself again, but before she could, Victoria climbed back on top, pressing warmth and wetness against her and gently taking her hand.
“Don’t you be doing my job,” she murmured, lifting Clem’s moist hand to her lips and sucking her fingers.
Long gone was that nervous, unsure woman of five minutes ago. She had been replaced by a confident enchantress who Clem was sure was going to be her undoing.
“Take me. Please… take anything you want,” Clem whispered, her voice trembling.
“Now that’s what I call an invitation. But where to start?” Victoria mused, leaning in to kiss her.
Clem pulled her close. The warmth of their breasts crushed together felt like nothing else on earth.
The pulsing between Clem’s legs became unbearable. She needed release, and then she needed to build up to this mind-erasing level of tension again. Her hand slid between their bodies, desperate for relief. As if sensing her intent, Victoria grasped it again, and, taking Clem’s other hand, she held them above her head.
“Mine,” Victoria whispered. Her breath tickled Clem’s ear in a most arousing way.
“Fuck!” Clem groaned, feeling like she might implode.
Victoria kissed her way down Clem’s neck and chest, where she lingered over a nipple, her tongue teasing out another tortured groan. Clem arched, pressing into the warmth of Victoria’s lips as she sucked.
The grip on her hands released as Victoria let go, but Clem left them above her head, on the pillow where they were. She had no issue surrendering herself to this woman; it only heightened her desire — provided she wasn’t kept waiting too long. Hope flared as Victoria shuffled back, the warmth of her breasts pressing lightly against Clem’s skin as her tongue and fingertips traced a slow path down her stomach.
Clem spread her legs wide, ankles digging into the bed. It wasn’t going to take long, but she was determined to savour every second of it. Victoria knelt before her, taking her in with a smile that made Clem feel utterly wanted.
“Please,” she begged. As much as she enjoyed Victoria drinking her in, she was well past teetering on the precipice — she was hanging on by a broken fingernail.
Victoria grinned. “If you insist.”
She gripped Clem’s thighs, her nails digging in just enough to make Clem let out anahhh, somewhere between pleasure and pain.
Clem closed her eyes, feeling Victoria’s breath ghost over her skin — a cool wash of air that made her shiver. Then came the heat of her mouth, eager and wet, shooting pleasure straight through her core. Tongue swirling, fingers teasing, Victoria coaxed wave after wave of sensation from her, each one pulling her deeper under. Clem gripped the sheets, pushing herself harder against Victoria’s mouth.
