Rheagan Harlow

(her is part 7)
          “H-Holly…” I gasp, my voice desperate. “Please… I need—”
          
          Before I can finish, Holly’s lips press against my inner thigh, the sensation so intense it sends a jolt of pleasure through me. I can’t help the way my hips buck, my body instinctively seeking more of her touch, but she pulls back just enough to keep me on edge, her breath hot against my skin.
          
          “Patience, Ella,” she murmurs, her voice a teasing whisper. “You’re not in control here.”
          
          I whimper, my body trembling with need as her hand slides up to cup my breast, her thumb brushing over my nipple, sending another wave of pleasure through me. “Please… Holly… I need you so much…”
          
          Holly’s fingers continue their slow, teasing exploration, tracing the curve of my hip before moving lower, brushing ever so lightly over my core. The touch is so light, so maddeningly gentle, that it only heightens the ache inside me, making me writhe beneath her.
          
          “Is this what you want, Ella?” Holly asks, her voice low and seductive. “Tell me how much you want me.”
          
          “I… I want you more than anything,” I gasp, my voice barely more than a breathy whimper. “Please, Holly… I need you… I need you so badly…”
          
          Her fingers press against me with just enough pressure to send a shockwave of pleasure through me, and I cry out, my body arching off the bed in response. “That’s it, my love,” Holly murmurs, her voice filled with satisfaction. “Let go for me.”
          
          I can feel the pleasure building, coiling tighter and tighter inside me until I’m teetering on the brink, ready to fall completely into her. Finally, with a moan, I let go.

(here is part 6)
          Holly pulls back just enough to look at me, her eyes dark and intense. “You’re going to have to beg for it, Ella,” she says softly, her voice a seductive whisper. “Tell me how much you want me.”
          
          My cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and overwhelming need, but I know there’s no other way to get the release I’m so desperately craving. “I want you… so much,” I whisper, my voice shaky. “I can’t… I can’t take it anymore… please, Holly… I need you to touch me… I need you to make me yours…”
          
          Holly’s smirk softens into something more tender, and she leans down to press a gentle kiss to my lips. “That’s my good girl,” she murmurs against my mouth before her lips trail lower again, kissing her way down my body, leaving a path of heat in their wake.
          
          When she reaches my thighs, she slows her pace, her kisses becoming softer, more teasing, as she works her way closer to where I need her most. My breath catches in my throat, and I can feel my entire body trembling with anticipation. Her hands slide up my sides, her fingers brushing over my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

(here is part 5)
          
          Holly's breath is hot against my neck as she pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, her eyes smoldering with a mix of desire and control. I can feel my pulse racing, my heart pounding in my chest, and every inch of my skin tingling with anticipation. She has me completely at her mercy, and the way she’s looking at me—like I’m something to be savored—sends a shiver down my spine.
          
          “Holly… please…” I whisper, my voice trembling with a combination of desperation and longing. My body is aching for her touch, every nerve on fire with need. “Don’t stop… please…”
          
          She lets out a low, throaty chuckle, the sound vibrating against my skin. “Oh, Ella,” she murmurs, her voice a teasing purr, “I’m far from done with you.”
          
          Her words send a wave of heat through me, and I bite my lip, trying to suppress the whimper that threatens to escape. Holly’s hand, which had been hovering just on the edge of my need, moves again, her fingers grazing over my sensitive skin with the lightest of touches, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. I can’t help but arch my back, pushing myself closer to her, silently begging for more.
          
          “Look at you,” Holly whispers, her tone filled with both amusement and satisfaction. “So needy… so desperate for me.”
          
          I nod frantically, my eyes pleading with her to give me what I’m craving. “Yes… Holly, please… I need you… I need you so badly…”
          
          Her smirk deepens, and she presses her lips to the curve of my neck, kissing and nibbling her way down to my collarbone. Each touch of her lips is a delicious torture, a reminder of how completely she controls the situation. Her hand moves to my breast, her fingers brushing over the hardened peak, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips.
          
          “H-Holly… please…” I stammer, my voice barely more than a breathless whimper. “I need more… I need you…”

(and here is the forth)
          Holly’s lips curve into a satisfied smile, and she presses her lips to my neck, kissing the sensitive skin there as her fingers finally give me what I’ve been begging for, pressing against my core with just the right amount of pressure. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can feel the pleasure building, coiling tighter and tighter until I’m teetering on the edge, ready to fall completely into her.
          
          Just as I’m about to lose myself in the sensation, Holly suddenly stops, pulling back just enough to leave me hanging on the brink, my body shaking with need. I open my mouth to protest, but the words die on my lips as I see the mischievous glint in her eyes.
          
          “Not yet, Ella,” Holly murmurs, her voice filled with teasing promise. “I’m not done with you yet.

(here is the third part)     “Touch me… there,” I plead, my eyes wide as I meet her gaze, hoping she understands just how much I need her. “Please, Holly… I need you… I need you so much…”
          
          Holly’s eyes darken with satisfaction, and she finally, finally lets her fingers dip lower, brushing against my core with just enough pressure to send a shock of pleasure through me that makes me cry out. My body reacts instantly, hips bucking against her hand, seeking more of that delicious contact.
          
          “That’s my girl,” Holly whispers, her voice filled with a possessive pride that makes my heart race even faster. She kisses her way back up my body, her lips finding mine in a heated, claiming kiss that leaves me breathless. Her free hand moves to cup my breast, her thumb brushing over my sensitive nipple, making me moan into her mouth.
          
          The dual sensations are overwhelming, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. I’m completely lost in her, every nerve in my body on fire with need. Holly’s fingers continue their relentless teasing, brushing against my core with just enough pressure to keep me on the edge, but not enough to push me over.
          
          “H-Holly… please…” I beg again, my voice shaking with desperation. “I need… more…”
          
          She pulls back just enough to look me in the eyes, her gaze filled with a mix of love, desire, and something darker, something that makes my heart skip a beat. “You’re mine, Gabby,” she whispers, her voice rough with emotion. “Only mine.”
          
          “Yes… yes, I’m yours,” I gasp, my entire body trembling with the intensity of the moment. “Please, Holly… I’m yours… always…”

(this is the second part to that)   “Look at you, Ella,” Holly murmurs, her voice low and teasing. “You’re already trembling, and I’ve barely touched you.”
          
          The way she says my name, like it’s something precious, sends a shiver through me. I’m completely at her mercy, and I know she’s enjoying every second of it. She’s drawing this out, savoring my reactions, and it’s driving me wild.
          
          “Holly… please…” I beg, my voice shaking with desperation. “I can’t… I need you…”
          
          She smirks, clearly pleased with my pleading. Her hand slides higher, fingers brushing ever so lightly over my core, and I gasp at the contact. It’s barely a touch, just enough to tease, but it sends a shockwave of pleasure through me that makes me arch off the bed, my body straining toward her.
          
          “Do you, now?” Holly’s voice is thick with amusement, but there’s a dark edge to it, something possessive that makes my breath catch in my throat. “You’re going to have to be more specific, Ella. Tell me exactly what you want.”
          
          I bite my lip, feeling my cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and overwhelming need. Holly’s fingers continue their maddeningly slow exploration, brushing over me with featherlight touches that make my head spin. I can’t think, can’t focus on anything but the sensation of her hands on my skin, and the way my body responds to every single movement.
          
          “Please… touch me,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “I need you… so badly…”
          
          “Where, Ella?” Holly’s voice is relentless, and her fingers hover just above where I need her most, the anticipation making my entire body tense with desire. “Tell me where you want me to touch you.”
          
          My heart is pounding so hard I can barely think straight. The ache between my legs is overwhelming, and I know there’s only one way to get the relief I so desperately need. Swallowing my pride, I give in, my voice barely more than a breathless whimper.

Holly's lips trail down my body with agonizing slowness, each kiss igniting a fresh wave of heat that spreads through me like wildfire. My wrists strain against the ties holding me to the headboard, but there's no escape. I'm at Holly's mercy, completely exposed to her every whim, and the realization sends a thrill through me that makes my heart race.
          
          Her kisses linger on my thighs, the lightest brushes of her lips driving me mad with need. She’s torturing me with her deliberate pace, savoring every reaction she pulls from me. I can feel her smirk against my skin, and it only makes the ache inside me grow more intense. My breath comes in short, shallow gasps, and I can’t help the way my hips shift, desperate for more of her touch.
          
          “H-Holly…” I stammer, my voice barely more than a breathy whimper. “Please… I need you…”
          
          She lifts her head slightly, her eyes locking onto mine, and the look she gives me is so intense, so filled with desire, that it makes my pulse quicken even more. Her fingers ghost over my inner thigh, teasing the sensitive skin there, and I bite my lip to keep from crying out. The need building inside me is almost unbearable, and I can feel the wetness pooling between my legs, evidence of just how badly I want her.