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Keeping her head down by Sally’s waist, Amy spread her legs and felt Sally begin to insert the toy, the tingling vibrations spreading throughout her core, making her clit pulse and swell even more.

“Oh my fuck…” Amy moaned, surrendering to it.

Deeper it went until she felt her pussy’s lips close shut behind it and she felt it settle entirely inside her flooded passage, its buzzing also silenced by virtue of being completely buried in her. Then, her own panties were pulled back up, covering her sex.

It had been Sally who had suggested this. Where she had gotten the idea, Amy had no clue but she didn’t care. Right now, she was beyond turned on. The tingles emanating from inside her sex pulling her closer and closer to the edge, helped along by the recent memory from just a few moments ago of seeing Sally’s pussy devour that pink vibe entirely.

Managing to open her eyes, Amy saw a dark damp spot growing on Sally’s blue panties. The woman must be soaked! The sight drove her crazy and she brought her face closer in order to inhale the scent of her woman. Meanwhile, she felt Sally licking one of her legs at the same time one of her hands was resting on her inner thigh just inches from her apex.

Amy brought her face even closer to Sally’s panties, her tongue flicking out to run along that wet spot on the panties.

Sally purred in reaction to this. She then bit Amy’s calf muscle gently and Amy’s clit pulsed.

“Come up here,” Sally ordered.

Amy wasn’t sure she could. If she wasn’t careful, the act of repositioning herself to lay face-to-face with Sally would push her over the edge she was already skating on. So, with the utmost care, making sure not to press her legs together and put pressure on her already electrified button, Amy managed to turn herself around until she was lying next to Sally and looking into her lover’s eyes.

They were nude except for the panties and Amy scootched her body a skosh closer in order to feel more of Sally’s form up against her.

They kissed deeply for a nice long time, tongues gently playing, hands stroking cheeks and necks.

“God, this feels so gooooood!” Amy grunted when their lips parted. She pressed her pelvis against Sally’s.

“Doesn’t it, though?” Sally responded, peppering Amy’s chin with light kisses.

“So is the idea to see which one of us comes first?” Amy asked, her eyes closed. “And the loser has to do the other’s laundry for a month?”

Sally chuckled.

“No,” she stated. “This isn’t a competition. It’s not a challenge to see who can hold out the longest. No one wins; no one loses. Come as many times as you want but if you can hold out, so much the better.”

Now Sally’s hand was softly tweaking Amy’s nipple, hardening it to stone. Amy whispered her name.

“It’s about finding new levels of ecstasy by having patience,” Sally went on, kissing Amy’s neck. “Instead of both of us just making one another come as many times as possible, it’s about slowing down and enjoying the sensations of what’s happening to us. While also just enjoying us.”

“You mean enjoying more than just the vibes inside us?” Amy asked in a murmur. That said vibe inside her was making her feel molten and it was taking all her willpower to keep her climax from unleashing.

“Exactly. The vibes inside us are only one sensation, baby,” Sally said just before she lowered her head and sucked Amy’s nipple into her mouth. “But that’s another, isn’t it?” she asked when she released the bud. “And this is another…” And Sally used one of her long and smooth legs to stroke Amy’s, sending a thrill shooting up her spine. “And here’s another…” This time, Sally reclaimed Amy’s lips for another deep kiss.

As their lips and tongues moved against each other, Amy understood. The vibe in her pussy was simply the foundational sensation upon which all the other sensations—of being kissed, of having her nipple suckled, of having her skin stroked—built upon. She entangled her fingers in Sally’s hair and suddenly this act—which she’d done countless times—developed new meaning and feeling. There was now an intimacy to it, along with a recognition of the trust it meant Sally had in her to let her grab her hair like this.

Meanwhile, as they continued kissing, Sally was slowly stroking Amy’s back with her hand and Amy could feel each of Sally’s fingers as they moved along her skin and she could visualize the pattern they were drawing. And even though Sally’s touch was light, there was still a possessiveness to it, as if Sally was silently communicating to her: You are mine and no one else’s.

That thought, along with everything else, almost made Amy come, but she didn’t want to. Not yet. She was digging this and she wanted to discover how far she could go with it, and so, whimpering against Sally’s mouth as they kissed, she pulled the orgasm back from the edge. And in doing so, in keeping the orgasm at bay, Amy felt her consciousness reach yet another level of awareness—a level which took her focus away from her ready-to-explode center and allowed her to feel even more of everything else.

“It sounds tantric,” she whispered when their kiss broke, looking into Sally’s eyes.

“That’s where I got the idea from,” Sally admitted. “After what we went through on the plane, I wondered if there were ways we can have our lovemaking occasionally be more than our usual assortment of activities because if this is our second chance at life, I want us to slow down every now and then so we can feel even closer to each other. Because I want to feel as close to you as possible, Amy Broadnax.”

That did it.

That heartfelt statement from Sally and the sincerity with which it was delivered created such an overwhelming feeling of love and affection within Amy that it, even more than the vibe buried inside her, pushed her over the edge and made her come undone.

Arching her head back, she gripped Sally tighter against her as her eyes squeezed shut.

“Oh fuck!” she gasped. “I’m coming!”

And then it hit. Titanic waves of pleasure burst from her core, released finally to spread all through her body which jerked and spasmed in response while she held onto Sally. Her flooded and convulsing pussy with its rapidly clenching inner walls tried to expel the vibrator but the panties prevented the toy from escaping and so Amy was treated to a continuation of the buzzing tingles.