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Story: Freedom to Love
Vander breathed rapidly and touched her lips with her mouth. She spoke. “You read my mind.”
“Good,” Brynn breathed, “because I’m going to come.” She bit the edge of her jaw, moaned, and came. Vander followed, burying her head in her neck, calling out into her flesh. They rocked and fucked and came in a series of shivers and death grips, in the darkness, where cries and sighs get absorbed by the black and loud, like creatures of the night. They clung to one another, moving together, grunting softly, until Brynn was nearly too weak to stand. She collapsed and Vander held to her, breathing hard. Brynn felt her heart catapult upon itself in her chest as she rested against her.
“Brynn,” Vander finally said, cupping the back of her head.
Brynn could hardly move. Barely speak. “Sergeant.”
“I have to get you alone before I get us arrested.”
“Can’t move.” Brynn clung to her loosely, hypnotized by her heartbeat.
“Come on.” Vander wrapped an arm around her waist and led them through the side door. They moved slowly, freshly fucked, bodies spent, in a daze. Rain pelted their scalp and skin. Brynn laughed, so relaxed, feeling so good. She looked up at the sky, at the beautiful maze of falling rain. The storm, like her, had finally burst and let it all out.
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