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Fingers that once probed the jogging bottoms now removed them swiftly. Fuck me, she’s not wearing underwear. Clearly, Halle had a few surprises of her own.

Making quick work of Halle’s sports bra, Lydia leaned back to take in the full wonder that was Halle naked. “Oh Lord, you are perfection.”

“Lydia.” Halle’s tone was pleading. Lydia was better at this whole seduction malarky more than she thought. Straightening her back, Lydia pressed her torso forward. A frisson of lust snaked between their bodies as skin touched skin.

Sucking gently on Halle’s collarbone, Lydia let her hands explore. Dark nipples brushed the top of Lydia’s breasts, causing goosebumps. The feeling was too much. Those nipples needed to be in her mouth ASAP. “Oh,” Halle moaned the second her left nipple touched Lydia’s warm lips. “Oh, yes!”

Did Cathy happen to say what Lydia was supposed to do when she was drunk off her new sexual power? Lydia wanted to bottle it, and make sure she had an endless supply. This shit was addictive. Every moan that fell from Halle’s mouth added to Lydia’s surging carnal omnipotence.

Continuing to tease Halle’s nipple, Lydia’s hand dropped to the fine hair between Halle’s legs. As much as Lydia wanted to stretch this out, she was struggling. Her own overwhelming excitement was so intense that she was pretty sure she would internally combust if she didn’t touch Halle’s pussy soon. It seemed Halle had similar thoughts because the moment Lydia brushed past pubes, Halle thrust her pelvis forward.

Not one to deny pleasure, Lydia bit down gently on Halle’s overworked nipple the second she felt wetness glide over her fingers. Lydia slid back and forth a few times before entering Halle with a bit of force, inspired by her excitement.

The response was immediate. Halle’s hands flew to Lydia’s head, pulling her face up. Lips crashed together as Lydia pumped her fingers. Halle matched the rhythm perfectly, widening her legs as her climax built.

Apparently, Lydia was into her hair being pulled. Halle was probably unaware she was doing it, considering the woman looked a little unhinged as pleasure ripped a scream from her throat. As Halle tightened around Lydia’s fingers, so did her grip on Lydia’s head.

Throwing an arm around Halle’s waist, Lydia held on for dear life as Halle’s body vibrated. “Lydia!” Halle screamed one last time before her body, completely depleted, slumped forward. Lydia slowed her fingers. Her own breath was ragged in exertion.

They stayed locked in each other’s embrace. Halle’s head resting on Lydia’s shoulder, her lips brushing sensitive skin. Lydia’s desire to be touched was inescapable, but Halle already knew she was “out of order,” so to speak. Well, technically, only penetration was off the table.

Lydia never found the prospect of sex on her period in the least bit exciting, so normally she shied away from any form of intimate contact. However, that was before she’d had the privilege and satisfaction of touching Halle. Now her body screamed for release.

Sensing Lydia’s energy, Halle lifted her head slightly and gently sucked on Lydia’s damp skin with her full lips. “Mmm.”

“You like that?” Halle quietly enquired, continuing her ministrations. Lydia slowly nodded her head. “What about this?” Lydia’s whole body clenched as Halle brought her hand up to Lydia’s breast, squeezing it firmly.

“Mmm, I like that.”

“Can I take this off?” Another nod and Halle shifted to get to work. Lydia spilled out of the bra the second Halle flicked the clasp. “Jesus,” Halle mumbled to herself, her eyes fixated on Lydia’s breasts. “They’re a work of art.”

“They’re just big,” Lydia chuckled, used to this sort of reaction.

“No. They’re perfect. Art!”

“If you say so.” Lydia could feel her old insecurities resurfacing. This is how it went. The breasts impressed, and the rest disappointed.

Halle drew Lydia’s head up. “Your body is exquisite. I have wanted you for so long, Lydia. I’m in awe that I finally get to see you, touch you, if that’s what you want. I can stay above your thong.”

Nodding, Lydia cupped the back of Halle’s neck. Slowly, she guided Halle down until she was over Lydia completely. “I won’t last long,” Lydia admitted.

“The first time,” Halle commented, bending forward to capture Lydia’s lips. With her hips between Lydia’s legs, Halle wasted no time setting a gentle roll. If Lydia didn’t calm herself, and quickly she’d be coming quicker than a virgin after a school disco.

Gripping Halle’s hip, Lydia pulled her down harder. “Mmm, oh yes.”

“More?” Halle asked, her breath short.

“More!” Biting her lip, Lydia buried her head in Halle’s neck as she felt the rhythm increase and the pressure build. It was no use. Lydia’s clit was pulsing when she’d made Halle come minutes before. Now it was throbbing almost painfully. Lydia was powerless to stop the orgasm from crashing through her body like a wrecking ball. Miley Cyrus got it right. That shit did damage, but in the best kind of way.

Wiped of all energy and cognitive thought, Lydia sunk into the mattress. Halle stayed put, her weight like a comfort blanket. “Are you okay?”

Halle’s voice was soft and filled with emotion. It struck Lydia then that as meaningful as this had been for her, for a myriad of reasons, it had also been that way for Halle too. “I’m perfect.”

“I think it’s time to go again.”

“Again?”

“Oh yes. That was just the beginning. I want to play.” Halle’s eyes took on a mischievous glint.