Her hands moved to her breasts, pinching her own nipples as she looked down at Aria. The other woman’s hands rested on her legs, slipped over her hips. One finger found her nub and Lillian cried out.
Moving, she leaned over Aria, pressed closer, removed Aria’s hand from between their bodies. Lillian didn’t know what drew her to do that, didn’t know why she wanted Aria to remain beneath her, to open to her, to accept the pleasure she, Lillian, offered, but she did.
She wanted to control Aria.
It was a quick move, one that brought their nubs hard against each other and had Aria arching upwards, head thrown back, mouth open as she moved harder. Covering Aria’s body, Lillian moved her hips. Compared to the way Aria moved, this felt jerky and awkward, but Aria didn’t seem to notice or mind.
Her nails scraped down Lillian’s sides, her eyes opened and looked into hers, begging. Pleading. A lightning strike of power washed through Lillian and she moved her hips faster. Wanted to see more of that in Aria’s eyes. Wanted to feel the other woman when she orgasmed.
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