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“Do you still have that strap?”

Sam’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she stared down at her, barely comprehending anything, much less words, at that moment.

She blinked, her brain slowly working again. Then she nodded.

Jess gave her a satisfied smirk, leaning down to place a gentle kiss against her thigh.

“I want you to use it on me,” she whispered into her skin.

Sam swallowed, watching every movement as if her life depended on it.And again, it took her brain a moment to process the meaning of what she’d said.

Jess looked up at her, keeping her mouth within an inch of her skin. “Where is it?”

Sam swallowed, her brain reeling. Then she nodded toward the drawer of her nightstand.

She turned toward it, but Jess reached out, placing a gentle hand on her arm to stop her.

Sam looked back at her, her brow furrowing in question.But Jess said nothing. Instead, she just moved up the bed, leaning over to open the drawer. She reached inside and, without a word, pulled the strap on out.

And again, when Sam tried to move, to stand, Jess placed a firm hand against her chest, pinning her down.

Sam watched as Jess moved back down the bed. Then she wordlessly placed the harness over each of her legs. Sam lifted her hips as Jess carefully moved it into place. Then she pulled on each strap until they tightened perfectly around her.

And this time, Sam didn’t try to move. She waited as Jess moved up her body until she was straddling her, hovering just above it.

Jess trailed her hands up onto her neck, running her fingers into her hair.

She lowered herself slowly onto the strap, keeping her eyes locked with Sam’s.The movement was painfully slow, as if Jess was working to savor every single moment. And as she continued, Sam could feel the base of the strap begin to press down against her throbbing clit.

Jess’ eyes widened slightly, her lips parting as Sam felt her hips dropping closer.

And even though she knew Jess wanted to draw it out—to tease her as long as she possibly could—she couldn’t handle it anymore. The look on Jess’ face as her hips lowered the last inch against her was enough to send every coherent thought from her mind.

Her arm shot up, wrapping around Jess’ hips.

And as if she instantly knew what she’d done—what dam she’d broken within her—Jess wrapped her arms around Sam’s neck, leaning her body weight against her.Like she had lost every sense of the control she’d held onto up until that moment, and was now relinquishing it all.

Sam thrusted upward, pulling Jess’ hips down against her.

The base of the strap ground against her clit, giving just a fraction of what it begged for.

And it wasn’t enough.

Sam spun them in one fluid motion, pinning Jess against the bed as her hips thrusted violently, lacking any ounce of control.

“Fuck,” Jess gasped, exhaling against her neck.

The sound of her completely unfiltered, raw want sent a new wave of need coursing within her. If she wasn’t already so far gone, she would’ve slowed down. She would’ve forced herself to make it last as long as humanly possible so she could hear that sound forever.

But she was too far past that point. Her brain wasn’t making any decisions. Her body had entirely taken over in a way it never had before. Not with anyone. Not even Jess.

Jess grabbed onto her back, clawing into her skin as her body writhed beneath her.

A string of profanities spit from her lips one after the next as her hips bucked upward, meeting each of Sam’s thrusts. Then her whole body tightened against her, molding into her as if they were one, holding her so close she could barely pull her hips back even an inch.

And even though she knew Jess was close, she needed more.

Sam twisted her body, taking Jess with her as her legs dropped over the edge of the bed to the floor.