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Ever so fucking slowly.

One by one.

All the while moving her hips left, then right.

Was she about to do a strip tease? Sloane didn’t have to touch herself to know how wet she was. Ella was bathed by the low glow of Sloane’s chrome-and-glass chandelier, and with her flawless skin, it was as if she was lit by the gods themselves.

Ella unclipped her bra and let it fall to the floor, never taking her intense gaze from Sloane. She brushed her palms over her ample-sized breasts, and Sloane thought she might pass out any moment.

Then Ella’s cheeks blushed tomato-red and she dropped Sloane’s gaze.

Sloane furrowed her brow. “Are you okay?”

Ella wrinkled her eyes, then nodded. “I was going to strip for you, like I’m in a burlesque club. So that it was me who had to move, and you could stay still.” She cupped the back of her neck with her hand.

The one that had just been rubbing her breast.

The breasts that Sloane was currently mesmerised with.

“Only, I’ve come over all shy.” She shook her head, lifted her shoulders and crumpled to the edge of the bed, looking like she wanted to be swallowed whole.

Sloane gently lifted her leg off the cushions, then shifted her butt towards Ella. She kissed her shoulder as the cushions fell to the floor. “Come here.” It was an instruction, and Sloane wasn’t sure Ella would comply. But when their eyes locked and Sloane dipped her head and repeated her words, Ella moved closer. Sloane held her eyes. “I don’t need a performance, Ella. I just need you.”

Those final four words were the catalyst for Ella shedding whatever embarrassment she had. Something behind her eyes blazed as she leaned over and covered Sloane’s mouth with her own. The pressure told Sloane she wanted her, too. More than anything. Ella’s kisses didn’t just make Sloane’s mind spin. It sent it into a luxurious meltdown, but one Sloane slid into willingly. Ella was the first person in a very long time to make her feel this way.

Turned on. Open. Safe.

A few moments later, Ella wriggled out of her pants and panties, and Sloane’s mind went rigid. It wasn’t the only part of her to do so. That part ached deliciously. She could be patient. Kinda. She stretched out on the bed, and Ella followed. She laid beside Sloane, their bodies almost touching.

Almost.

Sloane reached out to make it happen, but Ella slapped her hand away.

“I’m still in charge.” Ella kissed her again, this time with more pressure, more urgency. As she did so, she slid a naked arm around Sloane’s waist, and a thigh between her legs.

Sloane ground into Ella in response.

The way Ella groaned into her mouth, she was sure she’d felt how wet she was, even through her underwear. Sloane knew it, too.

Sloane kissed Ella right back with everything she had. She wanted to feel all of her, lose herself in the kiss. Their first had come with an end date, a full stop. This one came with a promise of more.

After an endless stream of five-star kisses, Ella pulled back. She ran her hand up the outside of Sloane’s leg, paused at her hip, and reached behind her to squeeze her rear.

Shockwaves coursed through her body.

“You like your bum being squeezed?” Ella pushed her onto her back and straddled Sloane, her naked thighs sinking into her skin, making coherent thought tricky.

“Apparently I do.” Sloane’s brain rattled and hummed, as Ella reached around, cupped her between her legs, and pressed down.

Sloane’s eyelids fluttered shut.

Ella did it again, before taking her index finger and trailing it from Sloane’s butt to her clit. She paused when she got there, and circled Sloane’s clit through the material.

She was definitely trying to kill her. But she was doing it in such a slow, sweet, sexy way, Sloane couldn’t resist. Instead, she pressed her hips to Ella’s hand, and let her mind go blank. She didn’t need it for anything other than directing her blood to her very core. Ella saw to that.

Eventually, Ella leaned down and kissed Sloane until she had no idea which way was up and which was down. Scrap that, even which century she was in. Ella’s fingertips roamed her body as she ground into Sloane, and sucked her nipples one after the other. A strangled sound came out of Sloane’s mouth, but she didn’t object. Quite the opposite. Her insides reached molten levels, and she sank into the moment.

When Ella laid her body carefully on top of her, providing the pressure and closeness she craved, her mind reclined further. Now wasn’t the time to think. Now was the time to feel. A woman was grinding into her and that hadn’t happened in a long while. Not just any woman, either. This was Ella. Architect of her dreams. Kisser of her reality. About to make all her fanciful thoughts come true. And there wasn’t a photographer anywhere nearby to snap it.