CHAPTER 2: SCREAMING ON HER TONGUE

CLAIRE’S POVI 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 pussy 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,...