Page 126 of Try Hard

She broke the kiss, looking up at me with sultry eyes as her hands found my hips and she walked me back to the chair. I went willingly, barely able to breathe with how much I wanted her.

She straddled one of my thighs this time, lowering herself down in a way that ensured my legs stayed spread. “Am I too heavy like—”

“Nope. Not even a little bit.”

She smiled, adoration sparkling in her eyes as she looked at me. One of her hands trailed up the inside of the thigh she wasn’t straddling, sending the most delicious shudder through my whole body.

“Ophelia,” I gasped, almost whining.

“Archer,” she said, her voice low and teasing, and just about murdering me on the spot. “Hands, please.”

I didn’t even need to think. We’d talked about this. I knew the drill. They shot up over my head, coming together in the spot she was reaching for. She looked absolutely delighted, like she was regaining a power someone had stolen from her long ago.

She leaned in, brushing her nose against mine, and I was painfully aware of the position of her fingers on my thigh, so close to my clit, her lips so close to mine, her hand around my wrists, pinning them to the door behind me, and the heat of her against my other thigh. It was blissful torture.

“I love you,” she said. So clear, so real, so everything I’d ever dreamed of.

“I love you too. My Ophelia.”

I felt, rather than saw, her smile. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes. Absolutely. Yes. Please.”

She let out the smallest of joyous laughs, but she didn’t leave me hanging. Her fingers found my clit shyly but purposely. If I’d had more focus I might have wondered how she’d managed that, but all I could do was moan loudly against her lips and spread my legs wider.

Like she’d been designed for me and me alone, she worked her fingers over me, noting and responding to every single cue my body gave her. I’d thought of her as a book I desperately wanted to read. If a manual on me existed, she must have memorised every single word. I’d never had sex like it. And she hadn’t needed to worry about how long it had been. She knew exactly how to read me.

My entire body bucked and shuddered as I felt the pleasure curling in my stomach, building up to the crashing orgasm I knew was coming and coming fast. I hadn’t lied when I’d told her her mere presence would be enough to get me close. Her fingers on my clit were another level entirely.

There was no chance I was moving my arms from over my head, but the closer I got, the more unruly my movements became, the more they strained against her grasp. I’d never been held in place before. I liked it. A lot.

And, the closer I got, the wetter I could feel Ophelia getting against my thigh, and that was more than hot enough to push me over the edge. When she leaned in to trail kisses along my jaw and began writhing against my thigh, I knew I wasn’t going to last long.

“Ophelia,” I warned, unable to say anything more.

She hummed and nodded, still kissing my jaw. “I want to make you come, Eve.”

“Oh, god,” I barely got out before the places where we were connected became too much. Like spots of glowing light and heat, my brain scrambled to focus on all of them at the same time, on Ophelia herself, so beautiful and perfect and sexy, grinding on my thigh, playing with my clit. And the balls of tension in my stomach and my chest became too much, exploding hypnotically, surging out to every part of me, all of it concentrated on where she was touching me.

My head was spinning, my skin fizzing, my ears buzzing. I’d never come so hard in my life.

I was gasping and blissful, completely spent and satisfied.

Ophelia stopped moving, loosening her grip on my wrists.

My eyes snapped to hers. “Oh, no you don’t.”

She laughed. “What? Eve, you just… Don’t you want a minute?”

“No. Absolutely not.” I chased her lips with my own, revelling in the way her grip tightened again as we kissed. “Come on my thigh, Ophelia. I’m begging you.”

She kissed me again, harder, more desperate and took up her movements again.

My thigh was slick and hot, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

She adjusted herself, reaching up with her other hand, and our fingers intertwined as she chased her own orgasm. She kept me pinned to the wall, but I stroked her flawless skin with my thumbs in time with her movements.

Her gasps became more and more ragged, her movements increasingly desperate and uncoordinated. She leaned her forehead against mine as she rode my thigh, and I kept my eyes glued on her face, watching the flush on her cheeks and across her nose, the way her eyes snapped shut as she got close. She had no idea how beautiful she was, but I did. And I drank in every little bit of her as she shuddered against me, moaning gorgeously as her orgasm pulsed through her body.