[Her satisfaction gained by her own assertiveness is amplified by Kate's, by the satisfaction of knowing that she enjoys it, that she hasn't had anyone else. Talk about selfishness and jealousy. Johanna wouldn't actually care if Kate was screwing around behind her back, but she likes being the best and the only all the same.
Satisfaction is short-lived. No matter what Erik does next, Johanna has Kate's voice licked against her ear, as present as if she's right there, sitting at the library table and watching. And then, not just watching. Participation, and it counts for a lot. The moan Johanna makes is for Kate, not for Erik--whatever he's doing; mindless in this second, Johanna could care less. What she cares about is that tender pinch of Kate's fingers, gentle in the moment next. When she arches, it's because of Kate.
She likes it. And she's angry. She snaps her teeth down on her moan and breathes out, frustrated. Fingernails dig in to Erik's neck. Shut up, Kate. Enjoy this. Don't fuck it up. And there better be something to enjoy now, and she uses that arch to lift her hips again, a distraction from the tingle of feeling at her breast.]
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Satisfaction is short-lived. No matter what Erik does next, Johanna has Kate's voice licked against her ear, as present as if she's right there, sitting at the library table and watching. And then, not just watching. Participation, and it counts for a lot. The moan Johanna makes is for Kate, not for Erik--whatever he's doing; mindless in this second, Johanna could care less. What she cares about is that tender pinch of Kate's fingers, gentle in the moment next. When she arches, it's because of Kate.
She likes it. And she's angry. She snaps her teeth down on her moan and breathes out, frustrated. Fingernails dig in to Erik's neck. Shut up, Kate. Enjoy this. Don't fuck it up. And there better be something to enjoy now, and she uses that arch to lift her hips again, a distraction from the tingle of feeling at her breast.]