CHAPTER 2: SCREAMING ON HER TONGUE
CLAIRE’S POV
I felt her sharp intake of breath.
“Are you asking me to go down on you, Claire?”
The directness, the filthy, beautiful words in her soft voice, made my p***y clench with a desperate, empty ache.
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Please, Sage. Please teach me what that’s supposed to feel like.”
A low, approving sound rumbled in her chest.
“My sweet, curious girl. Of course.”
She moved down my body with a reverent slowness. She peeled back my comforter.
She hooked her fingers in the waistband of my soft sleep shorts and my cotton panties, and with my silent, eager lifting of my hips, she drew them down my legs and off.
The night air was cool on my bare skin, but the heat of her gaze was hot.
She settled between my legs, but didn't touch me
