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the velvety smooth skin beneath. Romi’s hips bucked upwards as soon as

Kiera’s fingers smoothed over her seam. She was slick and ready, and when

Kiera felt the arousal pooled there, it was her turn to groan.

“Yes,” Romi moaned. “Please. Touch me there.”

Kiera’s stomach cramped and the ache building below bordered on

frantic, but she obeyed. She coated her fingers in Romi’s wetness before her

index finger played over Romi’s entrance. Her hips bucked up in silent

supplication. Kiera didn’t give Romi everything at once. She pushed one

finger in gently, slowly, amazed at how tight Romi was.

“Oh god,” Romi moaned next to Kiera’s mouth. “You feel so good.”

Kiera slid her finger away, skimming it over Romi’s clit when she let out

a tortured cry at the loss of her touch. She brought her finger to her mouth.

Romi’s eyes widened as she took her time inserting it between her lips. T

he

spicy, musky taste of Romi bloomed over Kiera’s tongue. It took all her

self-control not to top Romi right there.

“Do you want more?” Kiera teased as she licked the last of her juices

from her finger.

“Yes,” Romi begged. Her eyes were half closed, her lips swollen, her hair

mussed. She’d never looked more beautiful.

Kiera moved her hand back, cupping Romi’s mound. Romi went wild,

her hips bucking upwards and her back arching off the bed. Kiera brushed

Romi’s panties aside and this time, she traced her seam with two fingers.

Romi was so wet that her fingers slid inside easily. She curled them up and

was rewarded with a surprised gasp of pleasure. Romi writhed below her as

she created a steady rhythm that drove them both mad.

Romi only managed to hold out for a minute more before she shattered

around Kiera’s fingers. Watching and feeling Romi come, her eyes closed,

her cheeks flushed, her lips parted, listening to those little whimpers of

passion that escaped, nearly sent Kiera into a climax of her own.