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“Oh my fucking god, dude, really?” Chloë asked, stunned, not daring to believe it.

“Yes, really. I am so in love with you.”

Suddenly, they were kissing again, Chloë tasting herself on Morgan’s lips.

This time, when they separated, Chloë said, “I’m sorry, I totally did not want my first time saying that to you to happen like that!”

Laughing, Morgan said, “I kind of like it. Most people’s stories about when they first told their partners they loved them are boring! But with us, it’ll be, ‘So, Morgan, when did Chloë first tell you she loved you?’ and I’ll be, like, ‘Well, I was eating her out and had just made her come—”

“Oh my God, no!” Chloë squealed. “Don’t even joke about that! I will literally die if that happens!”

“Okay, then, we will have to come up with a better story,” Morgan promised. She snuggled closer to Chloë and Chloë felt as if all was right with the world.

“I feel like I’m the luckiest person on Earth,” she said, meaning it. She may not have been around for long, age-wise, but she had never felt her heart so full.

“Only Earth?” Morgan teased. “There are eight other planets in the solar system.”

“You mean seven, don’t you?” Chloë said.

“No, I still feel sorry for Pluto and count it.”

“Well, then I feel like the luckiest person on Pluto and Saturn and all the other planets too.”

“That’s better,” Morgan joked.

“I love you,” Chloë said, just because she could.

“I love you too,” Morgan replied.

“Are you surprised?” Chloë asked. She wanted to know everything!

Smiling, Morgan said, “I am! How could I not be? Just last month I was a woman who was certain she was straight and now I’m woman who still doesn’t know what she is but doesn’t care because she found her person and that person happens to be another woman.”

“I love that I’m your person,” Chloë said, kissing Morgan again.

“I have a confession, though,” Morgan said, scaring Chloë, who wondered what terrible statement Morgan was going to make that would ruin this moment.

“What?”

“I’m glad you said it first,” Morgan answered. “Even though I was feeling it, I had frightened myself into believing that you would never feel the same way because of the age difference.”

“Dude! I was worried about the same thing!”

They laughed at that and their lips found each other again and before long the kisses led to hands roaming over breasts and hips and asses and thighs.

Chloë soon rolled over on top of Morgan, sat up, lifted Morgan’s left leg and positioned herself so that her pelvis was between Morgan’s thighs. Then, she lowered her pussy down until her wetness met Morgan’s.

“Chloë!” Morgan gasped. “Oh fuck, that feels good!”

This was new for them. Not to Chloë, who had done it plenty of times, but for them. But it was what Chloë wanted now. It seemed perfect. It seemed fitting. This was their I love you night. She wanted their pussies joined. She wanted their pussies kissing. She wanted her clit to know Morgan’s. She wanted her slick and slippery folds to slide against Morgan’s. She wanted her come covering Morgan’s pussy a

nd Morgan’s come covering hers, their juices combining, mingling.

Chloë started rocking her hips, slowly at first, fitting their bodies together, letting Morgan get used to the pressure on her pelvis. When she saw Morgan’s eyes roll back as their two clits met, knowing that Morgan was feeling the same exquisite sensations she was, Chloë started rocking faster, finding her rhythm. They were both so wet their cores slid against one another easily and both women were moaning, grunting, crying out as their pussies pleasured each other simultaneously.

Morgan’s hands latched onto Chloë’s hips as Chloë rode her. Chloe could feel her pussy pumping out more arousal and the idea of it pouring out and directly onto Morgan’s pussy was turning her on so much she could feel her next orgasm fast approaching.

But it was Morgan who came first.