Lacey fingers her girlfriend

Lacey slid one hand up Maeve's thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her jeans. Her girlfriend let out a sigh. "Just relax," Lacey said. She kissed Maeve’s neck again, letting her lips linger on the spot that always made her shiver. Her fingers danced over the button of Maeve’s jeans, undid it, and moved to pull down the zipper.

Maeve’s breath quickened, her hands gripping Lacey’s shoulders. "I’ve missed this," she said.

Lacey swallowed hard. "I’ve missed you too," she stammered. Her hand moved beneath the fabric, her fingers finding their way to the warmth between Maeve’s legs. Maeve gasped, angling her hips so that it was easier for Lacey’s fingers to find their way inside her. Lacey’s heart pounded in her chest as she moved her fingers in slow, deliberate circles. Maeve’s soft moans filled the room.

"God, you’re amazing," Maeve whispered. Her hips moved in rhythm with Lacey’s hand. Lacey bit her lip. She kissed Maeve again, reminding herself how she loved the way Maeve bucked against her. Her breathing quickened and her body trembled from head to toe as Lacey’s fingers moved faster. "Don’t stop," Maeve gasped, her nails digging into Lacey’s back. They would leave marks.

Lacey didn’t stop. She couldn’t. She had always loved the way Maeve’s thighs were slick at her slightest touch and how **** she was to get fucked. Lacey leaned in as she brought her to the edge. Maeve’s body tensed and then released in a wave of pleasure. She squealed right into her girlfriend’s ear, clinging to her, and then went slack. She collapsed back onto the couch with her chest heaving. She pulled Lacey close, still herself trembling from the aftershocks.

"You’re perfect," Maeve whispered, her voice soft and content, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on Lacey’s back.

Lacey held her tightly, burying her face in Maeve’s neck. “Sure I am,” she muttered.