She moved her hand carefully so that her fingertips were rubbing against the soaking lips.

Vivian practically climbed her wrist, and Jules’s fingers slid farther back until they were…

“Please,” Vivian moaned. “Oh, please.”

Jules wished she could see what she was doing. Vivian had a point about doing it up against a wall. But heck if Jules was going to admit it, so she just kissed her neck again and whispered in her ear, “Show me.”

With a hiss, Vivian gave in, reaching down between her legs, taking hold of Jules’s hand. She groaned, “There, right there.” She shuddered and patted Jules’s knuckles. “Use your whole h-hand against me.”

Jules cupped her again, and her palm got slippery. She squeezed gently, then rubbed, and Vivian rocked her hips. Jules angled her hand so that the heel of her palm could grind against the clit.

Vivian’s head tossed back against the wall again. She cried out softly.

Jules took a deep breath, trying not to faint, and began flexing her hand back and forth. On the rise, she rubbed Vivian’s clit with her palm, and on the fall, she pressed Vivian’s perineum with her fingertips.

“God!” Vivian’s eyes squeezed shut, her face going red as she lifted up on her toes, writhing against Jules’s hand.

“Beautiful,” Jules choked. She rubbed her face against the curve of that throat, nuzzling her again while Vivian grabbed at her back. “Beautiful. You’re so—”

“Inside,” Vivian gasped, rubbing her own nose in Jules’s hair. “Please…inside me—”

Jules moaned. Before she made another move, she kissed Vivian, slow and deep. And then she hunted ungracefully with her fingertips for a couple of crucial seconds until she found her target, soft and slick and giving beneath the pressure of her hand. She slid one finger in, shocked by how hot Vivian was down here. “Is that…”

“Be gentle,” Vivian pleaded, cupping Jules’s face in her hands and kissing her, not gently at all.

Jules pulled back a little, being so gentle with her mouth and her hand that Vivian nearly hyperventilated. “Nice and slow,” she breathed, and sucked on Vivian’s bottom lip. “Is this how you like it?”

Vivian made an incoherent noise.

Jules didn’t wait for a better answer but instead pressed a second finger inquisitively at the entrance.

Vivian sobbed and bucked her hips, which Jules took for permission as she slid the second finger in. Very gently.

“Amazing,” she whispered.

“Gentle,” Vivian said again, but the word was without meaning—she was chanting more than talking now. “Gentle.”

“Yes.” Jules kissed the side of her neck. “Is it good? Can you show me how to make it good?”