“You want more,” Anna said, trailing the fingers of her dominant left hand down over Victoria’s flat stomach, her blunt nails making the skin pale in three faint stripes. There was no question in the way Victoria’s hips tilted up to meet her touch. “You want me inside you, don’t you?”
Anna didn’t wait for the obvious response, just followed the arch of Victoria’s body and let her fingertips slide through the slick heat between Victoria’s legs. Teasing her clit with just a glancing touch, it was enough to draw a keening sound from Victoria’s lips. She hadn’t seemed so desperate for Anna’s touch since their first time together, or at least it felt that way in the feverish relief of being in the same room, of being able to touch and taste and tease again at last.
A few ragged moments passed with Anna pressing just a single finger past Victoria’s entrance.
“No…teasing…” Victoria finally said through gritted teeth. “I swear to God, Anna, I can’t…”
“I’ve got you,” Anna replied, slipping a second finger inside and pressing her fingertips against Victoria’s g-spot, knowing that hooked motion drove her crazy. Sure enough, Victoria’s response was a brief slap of her hands against the mattress, balling the sheets in her fists as Anna picked up the pace. “I’m not going to make you wait tonight, darling. Clearly you need me too much for that.”
Victoria did try to glare, but it was undermined completely by Anna’s third finger and the shuddering gasp as their bodies moved against each other as if they’d never have another chance. Anna banished the thought. No last times, no worrying about the future. Not when she could rub the side of her thumb just to the left of Victoria’s clit, knowing how that particular spot was her undoing. And it worked, with Victoria almost tearing the sheet as she arched her back up into her climax, clutching at the sheet like it was the only thing anchoring her to a solid surface.
“Don’t,” Victoria said as Anna flexed her fingers to slide them out. “Good, so good, but…”
“More?” Anna finished for her. She loved Victoria most like this, insatiable and lacking in her usual eloquence. Only Anna got to see this half-undone side of her. Victoria Ford didn’t need anything from anyone, wouldn’t lower herself to ask and certainly never to beg, but in the quiet of a hotel room or an apartment with Anna, the usual rules did not apply. She dipped forward again to kiss Victoria deeply, enjoying how she hadn’t quite caught her breath yet, the press of their lips punctuated by wispy moans.
It helped that Victoria was soaked; Anna couldn’t remember her hand getting quite this wet before. That made it easy to squeeze her fingers together, making room for her pinky to be the fourth. Victoria clamped around them with a noise from her lips that landed somewhere between relief and a plea for more. Propped on her forearm, watching Victoria’s face, Anna felt as if she could do this all night. Every thrust of her arm made all the extra gym hours and lifts seem worth it, especially when Victoria relinquished her grip on the sheets and tangled one hand in Anna’s hair instead.
“Did you bring anything?” Anna asked, the air between them thick with sex and the wet sounds her hand was making. “I mean, if you want my whole hand, shouldn’t we…”
“Won’t need it,” Victoria answered, her eyelids flickering as she forced herself to make eye contact with Anna. “Not now, trust me.”
It was true that Anna could move her fingers freely in and out, even as Victoria rocked her hips to bear down on each thrust. She was close to coming again, muscles already tensing around Anna’s fingers, and soaking her hand, and the sheet. It really wasn’t much work to tuck her thumb in the next time Anna withdrew her fingers, not quite all the way, and push back in with her whole hand, slowing it way down and moving only in the tiniest increments. The way Victoria kept tugging on Anna’s hair urged her on, and after a moment of resistance when Anna almost pulled away, suddenly Victoria welcomed all her fingers inside, crying out in pleasure.
“Gorgeous,” Anna whispered, twisting her wrist a few inches right and then back to the left. “Oh sweetheart, you needed this. Didn’t you?”
Victoria could only nod in response, as Anna placed wandering touches across Victoria’s body, playing it with virtuoso ease. Stroking, scratching, and pinching in each sensitive spot, Anna filed away every reaction as though filming it. These sounds and pictures would be her comfort and her pleasure when she was back in New York. Anna didn’t dare miss a second.
She could feel Victoria’s pulse thundering around her hand, and with careful, shallow thrusts Anna was able to work her up to yet another peak. Victoria was fully writhing beneath her at that point, their bodies touching at random points that seemed to set off new sparks. Victoria was clutching at Anna’s shoulders when she climaxed this time, the grip tight enough that Anna thought it might break the skin. That didn’t matter, not in the face of a low and steady throb of an orgasm that seemed to reduce the world to nothing beyond the feel of each other.
They were both breathless, panting as Anna collapsed on top of Victoria, careful of her injured knee as always. With the most gentle of movements, Anna worked her hand free, marveling at the miniature flood that had splashed across the sheets.
“I am going to…” Victoria lost her train of thought quickly, nuzzling her face against Anna’s neck and letting her turn them onto their sides. “When I can function again, Anna…”
“I have every faith,” Anna said, thrilled at having satisfied Victoria so thoroughly. To then have Victoria return that pleasure felt almost too lucky, but she certainly wouldn’t be refusing the chance. “But right now I just want to look at you like this. This is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen you, I swear.”
Victoria had a hand over her eyes as she recovered, lifting it just enough to squint suspiciously at Anna.
Maybe she’d been too used to everyone saying she looked her best on stage. Maybe she just didn’t see what Anna did, but the statement was absolutely true. Gathering herself, Victoria shimmied toward the headboard, lying on her back once more.
“I might need a little more recovery on the acrobatic side of things, but there’s nothing to stop you coming up here. You must be so on edge, hmm?”
Anna nodded, biting her bottom lip. She crossed the short distance between them on her hands and knees, hair falling around her shoulders and across her face. “Sure you’re up to it?”
“I had a couple of orgasms, Anna. I didn’t run the New York City Marathon. Unless you’re not interested in exactly what I can do to you with my mouth while you’re straddling me…?”
Anna moved more quickly then, grabbing for the headboard and getting in position. Victoria’s questing fingers were already exploring her thighs, charting invisible lines and patterns, in constant motion.
“I really have missed you,” Victoria said, and then her mouth was too busy for more sentiment. Anna let her head drop backwards and rode out the oncoming storm.
Victoria woke in a tangle of sheets that seemed to both trap her and simultaneously not cover anything at all. The faint weight of a hand resting on her lower back seemed to have her pinned to the mattress, but with some stiffness and no small amount of pain, she managed to extricate herself and make it to the bathroom without waking Anna.