The Three by Meghan O'Brien Page B

turgid flesh in her mouth, then made wet circles around it with her tongue. She groaned in pleasure at the feeling of Elin’s hand coming to rest on the back of her head. She spent long moments moving her mouth from one breast to the other, thoroughly loving each until her breathing grew heavy and she felt a powerful craving rise within. Startled by the force of it, she broke off and gasped, “I want more.” She barely knew what she was asking for. She just wanted more.
    “How about we take the rest of our clothes off?” Elin suggested.
    Anna murmured her agreement and reached down to unzip Elin’s blue jeans. “Lift your hips,” she said, tugging at the waistband.
    The first thing that she noticed after tossing the jeans aside was the large wet spot soaking the cotton material between Elin’s legs. Then she smelled the sweet scent of her arousal.
    “Oh, God,” she breathed, stripping off her own jeans and throwing them aside. She didn’t spare a thought to her own nudity, instead exploring Elin’s delicious skin. She slid her palm down Elin’s gently rounded belly, over the damp cotton of the light blue panties, then flexed her fingers over the heat of Elin’s center.
    Remembering herself, she glanced up in mild alarm. “Is that okay?”
    “Wonderful,” Elin choked out. “Don’t you dare stop.”
    “I don’t know what to do,” Anna whispered. She’d touched herself for pleasure occasionally, but never someone else.

    “I’m sure you’ve thought about this before. Just follow your instincts. Do what feels natural.”
    Anna bit her lip, afraid to voice her deepest desire. Rubbing the palm of her hand over Elin, she cupped her and gave her a gentle squeeze.
    As if sensing her fear, Elin said, “What’s wrong, baby? Tell me what you want.”
    “Will you—” Anna paused, then gathered her courage. “Will you show me how you touch yourself? So I know…so I can see how to do it?”
    Elin’s cheeks flushed light pink. “I could touch you first, Anna. Then you would see—”
    She shook her head. “No, I…I’d love to watch you touch yourself. I want to see how you make yourself feel good.”
    “All right,” Elin murmured. When Anna removed her hand, she groaned her disappointment. “You’re good at getting me nice and worked up, by the way.”
    Anna managed a nervous giggle. “Awesome.”
    Without hesitation or preamble, Elin slid her right hand down beneath the waistband of her panties. She closed her eyes as her fingers began moving beneath the material, stroking her center in practiced rhythm.
    Anna quickly decided that the situation, as it was, would never do. She hooked one finger in the leg of Elin’s panties and pulled the sodden cotton material aside, exposing swollen pink flesh and busy fingers.
    She watched Elin’s unashamed pleasuring for only a minute or two before she was overwhelmed with the need for more.
    “Elin…I need to touch you.” She pushed Elin’s hand away and dragged the panties down, leaving her bare and exposed.
    Dark brown curls between pale thighs, sparkling with evidence of Elin’s arousal. Slick pink flesh, so wet that Anna could only gape in mute shock. Pale skin flushed with desire; ragged breathing that signaled painful need.
    With a trembling hand, Anna slid her fingertips over the slippery folds. She closed her eyes and hissed in pleasure when she made contact with Elin’s wetness. Almost immediately, she opened her eyes again, unwilling to miss one instant of what was happening.
    “Yes.” Elin covered Anna’s hand with wet fingers and pressed her firmly into the slippery, swollen bundle of nerves that lay just beneath her touch. “Feel what you do to me?”
    Anna stared hard at her hand between Elin’s legs. “You’re so wet. I want…”
    “What do you want, baby?” Elin’s breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing, her cheeks flushed with color.
    “I want to look at you.” Anna pulled her fingers away from the silky heat