Page 43 of October (New Orleans #10)

She pointed to the drawer.

Finley saw them and tore one open. Molly watched her rub it slowly over the dildo and licked her lips because that was hot, too. Watching Finley prepare this thing for her was so sexy.

“I’m going to lie on my back,” Finley said, tossing the empty packet onto the floor to deal with later. “You’ll be on top.”

“I will be?” she asked, surprised.

“Yes, so that you can control it and take in as much or as little as you want, rock on it, or lift yourself however you want. I’m here to hold you in place and watch you.”

“There’s a vibrator that goes in that one. Do you want it?”

“No, babe. This is for you.”

Finley lay down, and the dildo stood at attention, waiting for Molly, who was already nervous.

“What if I don’t come?”

“Then, you don’t,” Finley replied. “And we can try again another time, if you want.”

“That’s it? What if I don’t like it or I can’t ever come from it, Finley? I get the impression that you like this; wearing this.”

“I do, but only if the woman I’m with likes it as well. If not, it loses the appeal.”

“I don’t want to be the reason you can’t do something you like.”

“Molls?”

“I know. I should stop the thoughts,” she said, moving until she was straddling Finley’s knees and looking down at the dildo.

“No, that’s not what I was going to say. I was going to say that if you like this, but it doesn’t make you come, we can always do this because it makes me come. If you don’t like it at all, we don’t have to do it again, but we’ll never know until we try.”

“Wait,” she said, backing off Finley and rolling to her side.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. But if I’m going to come inside for the first time, I don’t want it to be with this.” Molly pointed. “I want it to be with your fingers.”

“Oh,” Finley said and nodded. “You’re right.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Finley removed the harness and dropped it to the floor by the bed. “I’ll clean that up later.” She rolled on top of Molly and asked, “Like this?”

Molly took Finley’s hand and moved it to her own sex. She ran Finley’s fingers through her wetness, coating them before Finley lowered them on her own to her opening.

“Like this ?” Finley asked again.

“Yes,” she said.

Molly didn’t know what would happen. She wasn’t confident that she would have an orgasm, but she was willing to try, to allow Finley to touch her, to allow herself to experience pleasure, even if she didn’t peak.

Finley entered her with one finger, and as Molly stretched for her, she wished she could handle more right away.

Finley didn’t curl or thrust, though. Molly could tell she was moving around with one purpose: to stretch her further until a second finger could slip inside.

She kissed Molly slowly as she moved her finger out and pushed back with two.

“Okay?”

“Yes,” Molly said, closing her eyes.

Finley slid deeper inside, and Molly tried those breathing exercises she had learned from her app.

She focused on the sensations of Finley’s lips on her neck and then her breast. She focused on pushing the tension out of her body, on the feeling of Finley’s fingers curling slowly inside her, and then, it happened.

“Oh,” she let out, mostly to herself. “Oh, there,” she added more for Finley.

“There?” Finley asked and licked up to Molly’s earlobe. “Your G-spot is here.” She flicked a few times. “Is that good, baby?”

“Oh, fuck,” Molly said, realizing that she’d never in her life felt this sensation on that spot.

How was that possible? She had had other lovers.

Not many, but a few, and they’d all tried to make her come this way.

Finley had taken only a few minutes to find this spot that felt so damn good, Molly’s skin was overheating.

Her toes and fingertips tingled. Her cheeks burned.

Her head felt like it was going to explode.

“One day, I’ll fuck you hard and fast, and you’ll come all over my hand,” Finley said.

“God, Finley!”

She wrapped her arms around Finley’s shoulders and held her close.

“Now, I’m going to curl my fingers and do this.” Finley pressed her thumb to Molly’s clit and flicked it side to side. “And this.” She curled her fingers in time with the flicks.

“Oh, God! God! Yes!”

Molly’s hips jerked, lifted in the air on their own, and lowered over and over again as Finley brought her to an orgasm.

“Finley!”

“Yes, baby,” Finley said into her ear. “Yes, come for me. You’re so beautiful, Molly. God, you’re perfect. Come, baby.”

And Molly did. She came once and then again, when Finley moved back inside her twenty minutes later.

The second time, Finley had her mouth on Molly’s clit as she flicked that spot she had found, or maybe even created, inside her.

Molly, who had always wondered if the whole G-spot thing was a myth, came twice because someone took the time to get to know her body, to talk to her about her hang-ups, to share some of her own, and to tell her that no matter what, everything would be okay.

When Finley moved back up and rested her hand on her chest, Molly knew that she may only be a five-percent top, but she was one-hundred-percent in love with Finley Storm.