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“What…” started Tilly.

Sophie silenced her with a kiss and then tugged off her own t-shirt and shucked off her jeans and knickers as quickly as shecould. Until she and Tilly were standing in front of each other, Sophie in her bra, Tilly in her bra and shirt.

She heard Tilly gasp as she reached behind and unclasped her bra, taking it off and throwing it to the floor. She saw Tilly start to reach out and then stop herself. So she reached out, arms snaking behind Tilly’s back and undoing her bra, letting it drop, so that they were both completely naked.

Tilly was so pale, her legs long and muscled, her stomach flat and rippled. Sophie swallowed, trying to take it all in, comparing Tilly’s obvious fitness to her own rounded belly, her own full breasts, her own dimpled thighs and coming up lacking until Tilly groaned.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Me?” Sophie asked, surprised.

“Christ, yes,” mumbled Tilly.

Sophie held her head a little higher and stepped forward until the tips of her breasts were touching Tilly’s. Tilly snatched in a breath and finally, Sophie allowed herself to kiss her. Allowed herself to press up against Tilly, to feel every inch of her soft, naked skin, every curve and point of her.

She molded her body against Tilly’s until they were both panting and beginning to sweat, until she could bear it no longer, until she pushed backward and Tilly fell onto the bed. She dropped to her knees this time, determined not to deny herself anything.

Tilly’s hands came back to her hair, tangling her fingers there as she directed Sophie’s head between her legs. Sophie’s hands parted Tilly’s firm thighs and her lips kissed up the inside of sensitive skin. She took a deep, shaking breath and breathed in all of Tilly’s scent, and Tilly said just one word.

“Please.”

It broke Sophie. She could restrain herself no longer. She pressed herself against Tilly’s sex, feeling wetness on her chinand mouth as she used her tongue to part Tilly’s folds and Tilly’s fingers tightened around her hair, pulling her ever closer.

Tilly was already wet, already swollen and waiting and ready. Sophie found her hard bump and sucked at it, tracing her tongue around it in tight circles as Tilly raised her hips up to meet her mouth.

Sophie let her fingers trace up the inside of Tilly’s thigh and was rewarded with a gasp that deepened into a moan as those same fingers slid up inside Tilly’s wetness. She pushed her hand to the hilt as Tilly rose to meet her, pressing her tongue hard against Tilly until something crashed over her and Tilly was moaning and shaking and clutching at Sophie’s hair.

She waited until Tilly was still again, until the heartbeat against her tongue had settled, and then she moved back. “Okay?”

Tilly laughed. “Okay? That was slightly more than okay, I should think.” Then she looked worriedly down at Sophie’s face between her legs. “Wasn’t it?”

Sophie licked her lips slowly and then smiled. “Oh, I should say so.”

Tilly groaned again, eyes dark with lust, and reaching down, took both Sophie’s hands, pulling her up and on top of her until Sophie was astride her hips on the low bed.

Tilly never broke eye contact, her eyes never wavering as she ran both hands over Sophie’s thighs, as she reached the center point and parted Sophie’s folds with her thumbs.

Sophie gasped at such close contact. So close and yet not enough. She shifted her hips.

“Patience,” Tilly whispered, still gazing into her eyes.

“I don’t have any.”

Tilly smiled a small, secret smile. “I’ve heard it’s a virtue.”

“I definitely don’t have any of that,” Sophie said, breath coming faster as Tilly slid a hand down between them.

“I can see that,” Tilly said with a lazy grin. “I find it quite appealing, to be honest.”

Then she was curling her fingers up so that they slid inside Sophie, so that she could impale herself down on them, as her thumb curved upwards to rub against her. Sophie pressed herself against that thumb and then, slowly at first, very slowly, began to move her hips.

She stared down into Tilly’s eyes, hips moving, warmth building up inside her, breath coming faster, pulse starting to pound, determined to watch the desire spreading across Tilly’s face. Determined to see the redness of her cheeks, the sparkle of her eyes, the way her lips swelled, determined to drink her in.

But she couldn’t control herself, couldn’t stop her hips moving faster, couldn’t stop the explosion that was so inevitable.

Tilly reached up with her free hand, letting her thumb graze Sophie’s dark nipple. Sophie bit her lip, but Tilly continued, pinching her nipple and it was more than Sophie could take.

Again and again she crushed herself against Tilly’s hand, again and again until the stars exploded and her eyes slammed shut and she could control herself no longer.