Fist of Love

Lucy slides four fingers deep into Adela, then works the thumb in too. Adela gasps, thighs spreading wider across the sheets. Lucy watches her face, reads every twitch and swallow, then pushes that whole hand past the resistance until knuckles disappear and her wrist meets heat. The slide comes slow, deliberate. Each breath catches. Adela moans low in her throat and rocks down onto the pressure, taking Lucy deeper until there's nothing left to take.