I’d felt her nose bump against my clit and I’d reacted with a top to bottom shudder of pleasure, pleading into the pillow for more. I’d spread my legs as widely as I could, desperate to give Harley as much access to me as she wanted.

“Holy fuck” I’d moaned into the pillow as her fingers took over her questing mouth, and they’d gone even deeper than her tongue had, brushing over the soft spot in my spongy walls that I hadn’t felt anyone touch in a long, long, long time.

Harley had proceeded to dismantle my brain conclusively, pulverizing my brain into nothingness, allowing nothing but the all-consuming thought of her, her touch, her tongue. Her love. To remain. She’d sucked mercilessly on my clit and her fingers had gone in, faster, faster, deeper, deeper, touching me in places that no one was allowed to. No one but her.

“Damn,” I heard a sigh escape from Helena, during a pause in the tumble of words Harley was mouthing, seducing everyone within hearing distance.

“You see the signs, that you can’t read,” Harley continued, “You’re running at a different speed … your heart beats double time … another kiss and you’ll be mine.”

My brain scrambled to battle stations, and dragged the rest of me to an alert state in the present. My pussy was wet, there was a little doubt of that. Hopefully the short shorts that Harley had laid out for me to wear as well as thicker cotton panties, were doing a good job of sopping that wetness up.

“A one track mind … you can’t be saved … cause baby this love is all you crave … if there’s some left, left for you … then you don’t mind if you do,” Harley breathe sexily as she crept up my body. And then, inexplicably she dropped a quick, soft kiss on my lips.

Fuck! I heard a collective, audible collection of gasps sucked in all around us.

I squeezed my eyes shut. Last night, as I neared the release of the gigantic orgasm building deep me, I’d bit into the pillow, chomping down hard on its softness to keep the pressure to explode at bay. Harley had redoubled her efforts, though, stuffing me full with three fingers, sucking hard on my poor clit. She may have had no previous experience with all this but she was loving me as if she’d been doing it ever since the beginning of time. With every lick, every roll of her tongue, every twist, every tender brush against my g-spot of her fingers, and every wet, sucking sound her hand was making as she pulled out of my weeping cunt, she was destroying me. Destroying the defenses I’d built up since Chris had left me with a regretful smile, running a burning torch across my wild prairie, creating a monstrous fireball of want. Need. Love. An orgasm that was ready to explode and welcome her in.