Achingly slowly, Cora’s hands coaxed the material of Frazer’s skirt up her thighs. Fingers played at the edge of her underwear, each time dangerously close to touching the skin there before drifting back down to stroke her thighs, only to come back up and play the game again. It was all Frazer could do to control her hips, to not seek the pressure she wanted. To not rush Cora into anything.

Just as Frazer thought that one more subtle movement of her hips against the brush of Cora’s fingers would unravel her, she pulled her lips away, moving them to Cora’s ear, almost desperate with need. Still, she said it.

“You don’t have to.”

Cora went still. Her face was in Frazer’s hair. “I want to—but what if…”

Frazer pulled back to look her in the eye. “What?”

“I’ve never… I’ve never done this before.” The embarrassed laugh Cora gave made Frazer wince internally for her. “I don’t know what I’m doing. What if I can’t make you feel as good as I did?”

That was the worry? Frazer rested her hand on Cora’s, which was still on her thigh. She tugged at it. Cora relaxed and let Frazer lead both their fingers slowly over her underwear. Frazer bit her lip at the sensation and groaned softly, her lips against Cora’s ear.

“Cora. You already have.”

“Show me?”

Her voice was low and breathy, and Frazer thought Cora had to know what she was doing to her. This time, Frazer gently guided their hands into her underwear, running their fingers together over her wetness.

“Jesus, Cora.”

When Cora pushed Frazer’s hand away and pushed her own fingers up and inside, Frazer flew up onto her knees and threw her head back. She tried to keep her eyes on Cora, tried to reassure her, but the feeling of her fingers moving so slowly, hesitantly, but with gaining confidence, made her lose the ability to do anything but feel.

It was too slow, achingly so, but somehow that made it more intense, and her hips moved with Cora’s small strokes. When another finger was pushed in, she gasped, and her gaze plummeted down to Cora. “That,” she groaned as Cora watched her wide-eyed, “feels so good.”

Cora’s other hand grabbed Frazer’s hip, moving with it. When she curled her fingers, Frazer thought she could die, just there, like that. She gripped Cora’s hand against her hip, Frazer’s nails biting her skin.

“You look—” Cora didn’t finish, and Frazer barely heard her.