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Kyle hadn’t planned on having sex out in this courtyard tonight. Then again, she hadn’t planned on taking a helicopter ride, either. As she kissed Melinda’s neck, her hand cupped her over her panties, and she gave Melinda another chance to tell her that this was too much or too soon. When Melinda didn’t sayanything, Kyle used her other hand to tug at Melinda’s jeans until Melinda took over and Kyle could move her hand into Melinda’s panties for the first time.

“I feel like a teenager,” Melinda whispered. “Like we’re going to get caught by my parents when they get home.”

“Do you want to stop?” Kyle checked just as her finger had been about to slip into Melinda’s folds.

“What? No.”

“We can go to your place; find a bed.”

“I don’t want a bed, Kyle. I wantyou,” Melinda replied, cupping Kyle’s cheek.

As her fingers dipped into Melinda’s folds, feeling just how much Melindadidwant her, Kyle kissed her, and having coated her fingers one by one, she began a slow, paced stroke before she pulled out of the kiss to be able to watch the woman beneath her. Melinda’s eyes were closed. Her mouth was open. Kyle wanted to kiss her again, but Melinda’s body shifted, and she lifted at her own shirt and pulled it over her head. Once it was off, Melinda’s hands went to the straps of her bra until it, too, was at her side. Kyle looked down at the perfect breasts, which lightly swayed from their movements as Melinda pushed her own jeans even farther down until they were at her ankles and she could spread her legs. Kyle felt overdressed, still in her jeans. Reading her mind, it seemed, Melinda took care of those, too, gripping them hard and tugging until they were around Kyle’s knees. She had to sit up to do so, though, making Kyle’s hand pull out.

“We should…” Kyle began. “Before I continue.”

“Yes,” Melinda replied.

Kyle smiled and stood up, pushing her jeans all the way off, leaving herself in only her gray underwear.

“Fuck,” Melinda whispered, leaning forward and pressing her face to Kyle’s abdomen. “I can smell you. You’re so wet, babe.”

Kyle held her head there for a minute as Melinda kissed her stomach, her hands disappearing into Kyle’s underwear, cupping her ass before she lowered them down Kyle’s thighs. When Melinda pressed her lips to Kyle’s belly button first and then lower, Kyle worried she’d go lower still and take her with her mouth. Knowing she’d come instantly if Melinda did that, she tilted Melinda’s head up.

“Lie back,” she requested softly when Melinda looked up at her in confusion.

Melinda obliged and lay back on the blanket, so Kyle kicked the underwear away, knelt, and tugged the remainder of Melinda’s clothing off, taking her time to stare at the beautiful woman lying in front of her. Melinda’s brown eyes stared back at her the whole time. Her brown hair was fanned out over the blanket as if each individual strand of hair knew they were about to do this and worked together to make Melinda look unbelievably sexy.

Not being able to wait any longer, Kyle hovered over her again, kissed her hard, and settled a thigh between Melinda’s spread legs, feeling Melinda’s wetness coat her own leg as she rocked. God, Kyle wanted this. She wantedher. Melinda had been this amazing surprise when Kyle first arrived in New Orleans, and she knew she’d never be able to separate her view of this city from the woman beneath her.

“Touch me. Please,” Melinda requested.

“I am,” she replied, rocking harder, pressing her thigh harder into Melinda’s center.

“You know what I need,” Melinda said, cupping Kyle’s ass and bringing her toward her again.

“Tell me,” Kyle replied, positioning her lips back over Melinda’s neck, taking in her intoxicating scent.

“Fingers. Clit,” Melinda told her between breaths.

Kyle placed her hand between them and found Melinda’s sex. She cupped her gently as she rocked and let her index finger play between Melinda’s folds. Slowly, she stroked her as she continued to rock into her, her own sex rubbing over Melinda’s thigh even harder now.

“I can come like this,” she whispered into Melinda’s ear. “Just from touching you.”

“Will you come again for me after?” Melinda asked.

“Yes,” she replied, knowing one orgasm tonight wouldnotbe enough.

Then, Kyle added another finger and stroked Melinda harder, faster, as she rocked against her. She knew she was full-on grunting into Melinda’s ear, but Melinda got wetter and coated Kyle’s eager fingers, so she kept it up.

“I’m close. Don’t stop,” Melinda told her, wrapping her arms tightly around Kyle’s neck. “Oh, my God!”

Melinda’s hips rose and fell, and Kyle kept up with them, stroking and rocking until she, too, was coming all over Melinda’s thigh, never wanting this moment to end.

“Oh, God,” she managed out, crashing her hips down into Melinda, unable to control them anymore.

She came harder than she had in a very long time, and the last time she remembered it being this good, she’d been by herself and using her favorite vibrator.

When Melinda’s hips slowed, Kyle’s fingers did as well. Melinda’s hands were in Kyle’s hair. Her lips were pressed to Kyle’s. They kissed, pausing only to catch their breath before they reconnected their lips and kissed again.