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“It doesn’t hurt to hear it.” Lola smiled.

“Oh, please. You definitely hear it on a daily basis,” Aly teased, inching her hand up to Lola’s collarbone again, stroking the soft skin just below her neck.

Lola shivered. “Not from you, though,” she replied, head spinning from the goose bumps left in Aly’s wake. “I never expected to hear it fromyou.”

Aly paused, perhaps mulling over Lola’s confession. “Then allow me to show you.” Aly flattened her palm against Lola’s shoulder, pushing her against the couch to climb on top of her.

Lola liked the feel of Aly’s body on top of hers. She was light enough that it wasn’t suffocating but substantial enough to be comforting. It was like being under a weighted blanket. A very sexy weighted blanket.

Aly’s hair fell around them.

Holding herself up with one arm, Aly reached her other hand down so that it rested atop Lola’s underwear. They locked eyes. Aly took one finger and pressed it right into Lola’s clit, through the lace.

Lola tried to keep her eyes open, but she couldn’t. They rolled back into her head.

Aly laughed. “Do you want more?” she asked.

Lola nodded.

“I need to hear you say it,” Aly commanded.

Lola felt herself gasp, the demand sparking something deep and wanting. “I want more,” she said. “Please. Fuck.”

No one had ever made her beg for it before.

Aly slipped her hand beneath the waistband. Her fingers circled Lola’s clit for a few seconds before landing on it. She began to rub Lola slowly, lightly.

Lola’s heart was pounding so hard, she was pretty sure Aly could hear it. “Oh my god,” she said. “Right there.”

How did Aly know exactly how she wanted to be touched? No—how did she knowbetter than Lolahow Lola wanted to be touched? It certainly did not feel like this when Lola did it herself.

Aly started rubbing her harder now. Faster too.

“Let me take my underwear off,” Lola said. Surely it would be easier for Aly to do this without that damn waistband.

“Keep them on,” Aly replied.

“Fuck,” Lola said, the only word she could remember.“Fuck.”

She dug her hands into Aly’s hair and pulled.

Aly made a sound that was halfway between a laugh and a groan, her eyes fluttering. “You can do that harder,” she said, and Lola did.

Lola’s back arched. Everything felt warm.

Aly dipped her fingers down into where Lola was wettest, not exactly penetrating her but deep enough to bring some of that wetness back up to her clit.

She craned her neck down and sucked Lola’s nipple.

Game over, Lola thought. She was going to come.

She reached up and gripped a couch pillow above her head, anchoring her, everything pulling taut, every nerve alive. “Don’t stop,” Lola cried.

“I won’t,” Aly promised.

The moment Lola’s pleasure tipped over, Aly slid two curled fingers inside her. Lola’s moans became more like screams. She felt herself tightening around Aly’s hand, as though her body was going to swallow Aly whole. And then everything crashed over her, the pleasure lapping in waves that had Lola writhing, that had Aly chanting her name, telling her,yes, Lola, just like that.

When Lola stopped writhing, Aly slowly pulled her hand away.