Mia’s hand pressed against Lou’s thigh where she held Lou’s panties at bay. It was an exquisite sensation, almost equal to the touch of her tongue on her pussy, because of the action it implied. Because of how that hand had been responsible for setting Lou free, for showing all she had and she was to Mia, for allowing her into that most intimate of spaces between her legs, to do to Lou as she saw fit. And it was the surrender most of all that got to Lou as she thundered toward climax. Until Mia stopped. Insufferable stillness in the air for a split second. And then, the touch of a finger against the rim of her pussy. It didn’t linger, but pushed inside, high and deep. Another moan escaped from Lou’s throat. Mia was taking all she had, and giving the utmost pleasure in return. Mia started licking her clit again while she pushed her finger high inside Lou. All the dots connected. Even Lou’s own groans and moans spurred her on, put her right back on that road to orgasm, made her muscles tremble and her blood sing. Then she was coming. She was coming at Mia’s hands and tongue. It was the end of one road and the beginning of another. It was a moment of extreme joy that could never be taken from her or erased from her memory. It was something she’d needed since that moment in Mia’s flat, when Mia had opened up to her without Lou even trying very hard.

Then Lou uttered two words she never thought she would. “Oh, Mia.” She crashed through her arms and let the back of her head fall onto the mattress. She brought her own hand to where Mia’s thumb had stroked earlier in the hollow of her neck, as though she could feel her there, as though that was where it had all begun.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Perplexed, Mia sat between Lou’s legs. Had this really just happened? Had her life taken another crazy turn yet again, and was Louise Hamilton the source of it again? She pushed herself up from between Lou’s legs and took in how she lay spent on the bed. She was so beautiful she almost looked like a vision to Mia, like someone unreal descended from the heights of heaven or, perhaps, brought up from the very depths of hell to play a trick on her.

Mia rushed to Lou’s side, wanting to touch her, not only because of the pull between them, the electricity crackling in the air when their skin touched, but also because she wanted to verify whether Lou was real. To confirm that the woman from whose body she had just demanded orgasm, and who had gladly accepted Mia’s tongue and fingers, was an actual person—was, in fact, Louise Hamilton.