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Molly hadn’t done any of the things she was supposed to, and as a result, they were now inside Molly’s apartment, and Finley’s lips were on her neck. Molly was pressed against the back of the front door, and she could only brace herself for Finley’s touch. She knew that she wanted this. Her body was tense and ready for release. She was wet and swollen and needed to be touched, but her heart was also ready for this. Even if Juliet thought she wasn’t in love with Finley all this time because she hadn’t known her well, Molly had felt it. She had felt an intense pull toward someone who had someone else, and she always had. Her heart was ready to be touched and to touch this woman. It was her brain that kept arguing with her. As Finley moved her lips back to Molly’s, Molly’s brain kept inserting thoughts that she tried to push back out.
“You’re not good at this,” it said. “You know you won’t be able to make her come how India did. That woman probably knows all the moves Finley likes. She probably knows all the positions in the Kama Sutra. Hell, she probablyinventedsome of them. You don’t know any of them. You’ve never even read that book.”
Then, her brain played devil’s advocate with itself.
“Finley doesn’t need special moves. She wants this, too. She’s the one kissing you right now, and her thigh just went between your legs. You should’ve worn a dress tonight. You’d already be getting off and on your way to touching her.”
“Hey,” Finley said, and it was only then Molly realized that she was no longer being kissed. “Are you okay?”
“What? Yeah. I’m good. Sorry.”
Her arms moved around Finley’s neck, and she smiled. It was a real smile, too, despite the thoughts bouncing around her head because she was here with Finley, and Finley was smiling back at her.
“Bedroom, maybe?” she suggested.
“Are you sure?” Finley asked.
“I’m sure,” she said.
And she was. She was sure that she wanted this woman. She just wasn’t certain that she was ready for being a disappointment, but she wasn’t sure that feeling would ever go away, no matter how long they waited. So, as Finley pulled her toward her own bedroom, Molly decided that she would do the best she could tonight. She wouldn’t think about India. She wouldn’t compare herself to any of Finley’s other lovers, whom she knew nothing about.
“Molls?”
“Yeah?”
“Babe, are you here right now?”
Molly looked around and found herself lying in bed. She had no idea how she’d gotten there, but Finley was on top of her. They were mostly still clothed, but Finley was in a sports bra. She’d missed Finley taking off her damn shirt. How had she missed that? Molly’s hands went to Finley’s back, and she rubbed up and down.
“I’m here,” she said with a smile. “I’m here.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t–”
“No, I want to,” she said, meaning it. Then, she moved to sit up a bit, lifted her arms, and added, “I want this, Fin.”
Finley reached for her shirt and pulled it off, revealing Molly’s basic white bra, and Molly’s brain had some thoughts even on that. She had bought this thing at Target for twenty bucks, when India probably had two-hundred-and-twenty-dollar bras and one for every day of the year. Maybe they were even more expensive than that. Molly didn’t know because she’d only ever bought one bra at Victoria’s Secret for eighty dollars, and that had been way too much for her to spend on something to hold her boobs up. Finley looked down and smiled as if she didn’t mind at all that Molly’s bra had a small tear in one of the straps that was probably about to rip one day, leaving Molly with her breast hanging out, and it would probably happen while at work in an important meeting and likely, when Molly would be wearing a white blouse and doing a presentation.
Then, Finley reached behind Molly and unclasped the bra, which was a relief. Her breasts felt heavy and begged to be let out. When the bra was removed, though, Molly covered them because she hadn’t thought that far ahead. They were going to have sex. She’d be naked in front of Finley for the first time if they did that.
“You’re beautiful,” Finley said and placed her hand on Molly’s arm, lowering it slowly. “Molls, you’re so beautiful, and you have no idea, which makes you even more beautiful to me.”
When Finley managed to get her arms to lower, Molly moved to lie back again and let Finley kiss her slowly as she ran her hands over her back. Finley’s bra was still in the way, though, and Finley must have realized that Molly needed it gone because she sat up and yanked it over her head, revealing her small, perfect breasts. Finley Storm was exactly her type. This woman was sexy and nerdy at the same time. She was androgenous insome ways, but was still all woman, and Molly wanted to touch her everywhere, but those thoughts that she’d promised herself she would push away were re-entering her mind and causing her to tense up and not move her hands to the breasts she’d dreamed of touching for years.
Finley’s lips moved toMolly’sbreasts, though, and she kissed around them before she sucked on one nipple and then the other. Molly’s hips lifted on her own, and Finley’s hand undid her button and zipper. Molly thought she would slip inside her jeans right after, but Finley continued to lavish her swollen breasts with attention. She wasn’t sure how long Finley had stayed there, sucking and nibbling, making her nipples hard and softening them with strokes of her tongue before she would suck them into hard points again, but then, finally, Finley’s hands moved to Molly’s jeans, and she pulled them down to Molly’s thighs before her hands stopped moving.
“Oh, shit. You still have your–” Finley laughed. “Your shoes on.”
“Oh,” Molly said.
Finley stood up and pulled off her shoes and socks for her, leaving her in only jeans that were at her knees now and her white bikinis that likely showed Finley just how turned on she was for her. Molly wasn’t sure what expression showed on her face, but Finley nodded and lowered her own jeans and her boy shorts until she stood there, in front of Molly’s bed, naked. She was absolutely gorgeous, and Molly wasn’t worthy.
Slowly, Finley helped her with her bikinis and climbed back on top of her, settling between Molly’s spread thighs. She moaned when she kissed Molly then, and Molly ran her hands over Finley’s back again, needing that kind of touch to ground her in this moment because Finley was rocking into her, and it was happening. They were doing this. After all this time, Mollywas pressed against the woman she had always wanted, and they fit together perfectly.
When Finley started breathing harder, and Molly could feel Finley’s wetness against her own, she realized that Finley might want them to come this way first. There would be no hands, no mouths, just the two of them rocking against one another. Molly was wetter than she’d ever been, and her clit was hard and so ready that it hurt, but as Finley continued to move against her, Molly just couldn’t seem to get her mind to focus on how good this all felt.
Finley’s handdidmove between them then, but instead of stroking Molly, she merely opened her, and when Molly felt Finley’s hand move again, elsewhere, she realized it was because Finley had opened her own lower lips and now, their clits were pressed together, which Molly had never done with another woman.
“God, Molls… You feel so good,” Finley said as she rocked, grunting and moaning into her mouth.
