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“You too.”
That was all Molly could manage. She pressed her hands to Finley’s ass and pushed it down, giving Finley more pressure to work with.
“So good,” Finley told her, rocking harder and faster. “You’re so sexy, baby.”
Molly wondered if she really was all that sexy. She certainly didn’t see it. She also couldn’t feel it, theitshe thought for certain she’d feel the first time they’d do this after all her years of wanting. No orgasm was building within her. There was no tingling in her toes and fingertips. Her body wasn’t on fire how it had always been in her fantasies. She wasn’t going to come from this.
“That’s okay,” her brain said. “She can come. You can come next time. You can show her how to touch you. This is for her.”Then, it added, “But why can’t you come like this? The sexiest woman in the world is sliding against you, and your clit is in pain, it’s so ready to come. Just come already. Make sure she knows you want this and that she’s good at it because she’ll feel bad if you don’t.”
“Molls, I’m–”
Molly decided that this was for Finley. She would just come later, and it would be fine.
Finley was rocking erratically above her now, and their bodies were still connected, but their clits were no longer seemingly locked in an embrace.
“Babe, I’m–” Finley started and stopped again.
Molly figured it out then that Finley was waiting for her to say something, maybe evendosomething.
“Yes, me too,” she lied.
She lifted her hips and lowered them over and over again, letting out a few moans, hoping they were convincing.
Finley’s face got scrunched up a bit. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was open. Molly watched her and thought that she was so beautiful when she came; she forgot thatshewas supposed to becoming, too. She let out one more soft moan before dropping her hips to the bed for the final time, and Finley collapsed on top of her. Molly held her tightly to her body, never wanting to let her go.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” Finley said.
“Youcan’t believe it?”
Finley chuckled against Molly’s neck and said, “I want you again.”
“Already?” Molly asked.
“Yes. Now,” Finley replied.
Her hand slipped between them, and she lifted herself. She found Molly’s clit with her fingers and began to stroke. Her lips met Molly’s, and Molly tried to focus on how good it felt to haveFinley touch her, but she couldn’t. Her clit was too sore now. It ached to come but also screamed that this was too much, making Molly think that sometimes, she hated the female body. She wanted to come ten times tonight. She wanted Finley to touch her over and over again, but because the one part of her body that existed solely for pleasure was too hard and swollen from wanting that pleasure, she knew she wouldn’t come; at least, not right now. She didn’t know what to do because Finley was amazing. Finley was kissing her neck again and whispering how beautiful Molly was into her ear. This was everything she had always fantasized about. Why couldn’t she just come like a normal person? Why did she have to ruin their first time with her stupid brain?
“Babe?”
Molly opened her eyes to see Finley staring down at her in concern.
“Is it not–” She looked down between them. “Do you want something else?”
“What? No. This is perfect,” she said, wishing that to be the truth. “Don’t stop.”
“Okay,” Finley said, but seemed to be in doubt.
Her strokes slowed before she built them back up to the pace she had had for the past several minutes, but Molly had worried so much about being able to take care of Finley that she hadn’t thought about the fact that she’d be too in her own head to come herself. After another few minutes of stroking, Molly opened her mouth and let out a small moan, lifting her hips a bit and letting them fall back to the bed. Finley slowed her strokes again and moved to lie next to her.
“Just give me a minute, and I’ll–” Molly began.
“It’s okay,” Finley interjected. “I’m okay.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I’m okay,” Finley repeated and looked utterly disappointed. “I’m actually a little tired.”
“You’re tired?” Molly asked, rolling onto her side now to face her. “You don’t want me to touch you?”
