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my attention to her other breast. I swiped my tongue across her puckered nipple before sucking her breast into my mouth. I sucked hard and flicked my tongue against her nipple while she squirmed beneath me. Her hips canted up, seeking out more contact.

I abandoned her breasts and shoved her t-shirt higher still. I licked against her collarbone and up the side of her neck. I would have gladly licked every inch of her lush body if she would have allowed it.

I found an irresistible space in the crook of her neck to suckle and nuzzle. The scent of her herbal shampoo flooded my senses. I scraped my canines across her pulse point. I had no intention of leaving behind a hickey though; I couldn’t bear the thought of blemishing her flawless skin.

I rested more of my body weight on her and wedged one leg between her thighs. Her hands immediately grabbed my backside and she pressed herself up against my naked upper thigh. She gasped at the solid contact and ground harder into my leg. I could feel her slick heat on my thigh. Taking my time was apparently not in her plans.

I separated my lower body from hers just enough to slip my hand between us. My fingers fumbled against her clit momentarily while I blindly sought the origin of her arousal. Her hips continued to move, bucking into me and wiggling from side to side, making my job more difficult.

I finally found her liquid center and slid one finger, and then two, inside. She wrapped her right leg around my midsection, opening herself to me even more. My fingers plunged deeper, causing us both to groan.

Anissa clawed at my naked back while I settled into a comfortable pace between her parted thighs. “Oh shit. Oh God,” she moaned. “Fuck, that’s so good.”

Her fingers curled around my rounded shoulders and she chewed on my lower earlobe. “Alice. I want to feel you.”

“You-you are.” I gasped when she bit down.

“No. From the inside.”

My eyes shut tight. “Fuck.”

“Hurry,” she pled.

She moved frantically, desperately, to get out from under me. She clawed at my shorts—the only piece of clothing that remained. My hands were somehow more steady than hers as I was able to pull the elastic-waisted cotton shorts past my hips, thighs, and legs.

Anissa pressed a solid hand into my sternum and pushed me back onto the couch. The air threatened to leave my lungs as tumbled onto the leather cushions and woven throw pillows.

“Oh, Alice—why didn’t you tell me?”

My head snapped up from the upholstered pillows. “Tell you what?”

The small, pleased smile on her face was undeniable. “That you have a perfect pussy.”

My words caught in my throat. “I-I do?”

I heard her affirming hum as she settled on her stomach between my parted thighs. “Perfect shape, perfect proportions, perfect coloring.”

“C-coloring?” I stammered again.

Her tongue sliding the length of my shaved slit had my head falling back onto the pillow and my eyes screwing shut.

“God, and perfect taste,” I heard her throaty praise.

My fingers clenched the top of the couch material as I surrendered myself to the sensations between my legs. Her appraising mewls continued from the lower half of the chaise. My thighs twitched and quivered, beyond my control, as each careful lick and nip sent electric shocks up my body.

Short, manicured nails dug into the tender flesh of my inner thighs. “Don’t cum too soon,” she warned me. “I’m enjoying myself.”

My head sank deeper into the couch cushions. “Easy for you to say,” I wheezed.

CHAPTER NINE

I woke up to a hand between my thighs. A thumb was softly manipulating my swollen clit, flipping it back and forth. Up and down. Side to side. My eyes were still closed, but I next felt fingers ghosting around my naked right nipple, coaxing it from sleep.

We’d fallen asleep on the chaise lounge in Anissa’s living room the night before. Neither of us had wanted to move after sex; her second floor bedroom had been too far away. We’d been too tired to get dressed again, too. The pajamas she’d picked out for me were scattered across the living room floor. Only a crocheted afghan covered our naked bodies.

Her hands continued to explore. She flicked my nipple with the tip of her finger. I felt the edge of her nail rake across the sensitive skin. Beneath the heavy afghan, she lightly scratched her fingernails across my abdomen. I kept my eyes closed, curious how far she’d go if she thought I was