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She gasped in a breath when I slowed my body, gliding the dildo out of her slowly, watching what it was doing to her between her legs. What I was doing to her. “Abey, I’ve never—this is?—”

“I know,” I whispered.

She patted the bed beside my knee in the mess of covers bunching up around us till she found her forgotten toy. She held the button down for a few seconds to turn it on and then searched between our bodies. When she found it, she pushed the stimulator against my clit.

I groaned when the air pulsed hard and fast, and my ass cheeks tightened under her legs wrapped around them. The harness bit hard into my hips, but I couldn’t have cared less. I was so thankful I’d ordered the crotchless model so she could touch me while I fucked her.

My breasts smashed against hers, connecting our bodies together as I pushed inside her again. We were fused together so deliciously that the vibrator stayed right where I needed it, despite the slick sweat covering us both. She tucked the handle beneath the harness strap where it crisscrossed low over my hips, then wrapped her arms around my neck, reaching to capture my lips with hers as her fingers dug into my hair.

I kissed her, fucking and rubbing, both of us moaning, rocking together, getting lost inside each other as my hair fell around her face, shielding us from everything.

It was Devo and me against the world.

“Come like you mean it,” she whispered. “Scream for me.”

“Devo. I… I?—”

Electricity seemed to rise from her skin, and it transferred from every part of her to me. My core pulsed hard with it, and the sound breaking free from my mouth sounded foreign.

It felt so fucking good, the delicious coiling and tightening deep inside me.

I moved faster as she reached between us again, applying as much pressure as she could to the little device nestled against my clit. Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing until…

My whole body stiffened against hers. My toes curled as I rushed the dildo in once more. I needed her to come like it was a biological imperative. I needed to give her back what she was giving me.

She locked her lips onto mine, and I came, letting loose a cry into her mouth so primal, it set free something inside me.

It was awe and desire, love and reverence for this person who accepted the real me, who let me love her the way I’d been longing to love, who didn’t judge me for wanting something no one else thought I should.

It was release.

It was permission and guidance.

It was everything.

“Yes, Abey,” she whispered, matching the slow roll of her hips to mine while I fell slowly down from my high, her mouth still on mine, her breath in my lungs and her arms wrapped tight around me.

My hair whispered across her breasts as my head fell to the middle of her chest. Goosechills rose all over her, and the rest of me settled onto Devo while she came apart beneath me, crying out for us both, ’cause we had come home.

I had always belonged here with her. I just hadn’t known it till now.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

DEVO

“These two freckles look like an ice cream cone,” Abey said, tracing her index finger over my inner thigh and kissing where two freckles had always been. One almost looked like an upside down triangle, and the other was a perfect circle above it.

After literally the most mind-blowing sexual experience I’d ever had, she pulled me to her tiny shower in her itty-bitty bathroom in the hall, and we’d washed each other’s bodies. She made me come again with her mouth on mine and her fingers inside me, and then she knelt in front of me on the hard shower floor, dragging her hands all over my soapy body, eating me out while I writhed and thrashed against the tile wall.

Something was different about her now as we lay in her bed, replete and boneless. She seemed looser, more open, silly, like the sex had freed her somehow, but for me, it was the opposite.

Not in a bad way, but what we’d done felt serious to me. Heavy. Impactful. But I didn’t know why. I knew what it meant for Abey. At least, I thought I did. She’d never had that kind of connection with another woman before. But I had.

I was comfortable with my sexuality, had never viewed it through a negative or doubtful lens. It never made sense to me when people like Red Graves acted so negatively about someone else’s private thoughts, identity, or who a stranger invited into their bed. Who they held hands with or kissed. What did it matter to them? Who did it hurt?

But maybe with Red, it was more of a personal thing.

I couldn’t know for sure, but it made me hurt for Abey, because she’d never felt like she could show her true self to the world. She hadn’t felt like she would be respected if she came completely out.