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Sadie pulled back and scooted up to the pillows. Reaching for Joan, she said, “Get over here.”

Joan lay down beside her—well, half on her, since Sadie grasped the back of her neck and made no bones about wanting Joan to kiss her breasts. Joan lightly flicked the tip of one pert nipple, gradually increasing the pressure, the length of each lick. Taking this slow and easy would hopefully keep the fire at bay.

Sadie dug her nails into Joan’s hair. Slid her legs against Joan’s. “So good,” she rasped. “More.”

Joan softly bit her nipple, causing Sadie to shudder. “More?”

“Mm-hmm.”

She moved to Sadie’s other breast. “More here?”

“Yeah.”

She kissed the tender skin and fine lines. Teased the tip with her tongue. Sadie squirmed to get contact at the apex of her thighs. She was at an awkward angle and struggled to rub against Joan’s thigh. Joan skimmed a hand down Sadie’s smooth stomach until her fingers found the wet spot on her boxers.

“More here?” Joan murmured, stroking the flannel.

Sadie moaned eagerly, fisting Joan’s hair in her hands. “A lot more there.”

She rubbed there for a short time before her own arousal shot through her body, shifting the carefully contained fire.Shit.She popped Sadie’s breast from her mouth and gripped the sides of her shorts.

“You okay?” Sadie said. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks flushed, and damn, she looked absolutely perfect, but also a little concerned.

“I just need a second,” Joan said. She took in a steadying breath.

Keep it in your heart.

“Everything’s really good,” Sadie said. She brushed Joan’s hair back. “You’re not hurting me. You feel amazing. And taste amazing.”

“Youtaste amazing.” Joan backed that up by kissing the salty skin between Sadie’s gorgeous breasts.

“Kiss me,” Sadie said, tugging Joan’s shoulders upward.

Joan complied, soothed by the reassurance in Sadie’s kisses. She drifted her fingers to the waistband of Sadie’s boxers. Sadie hummed her approval and shifted so she was flat on her back.

Joan tickled down one leg and snaked her hand up and under the flannel. She was greeted by Sadie’s heat. Her small patch of hair. And how open and wet she was for attention. She slid her fingers through the slick folds, savoring the feel of Sadie’s most intimate places.

“Ungh, much more there,” Sadie groaned. “You don’t have to be so gentle.”

Joan laughed a little, slight embarrassment creeping in again.

“I’ll tell you if something doesn’t feel good, but I’ll probably just point you to where I need you.”

She laughed again. No surprise Sadie would be as candid in the bedroom as she was everywhere else.

Joan made little circles, seeking the spot that made Sadie twitch and jerk. She kept her thumb there and moved two fingers down to her opening. When she tucked them inside, Sadie bit Joan’s lower lip.

“Oh, shit,” she gasped, wrapping her arms around Joan. “I’m not gonna last long.”

The way she ground her hips against Joan’s hand, Joan wasn’t gonna last long, either. She licked inside Sadie’s hungry mouth. Increased the rhythm, the pressure, the circling and tapping.

Sadie released a startled cry and came hard. Joan stayed with the rapid tempo as much as she could, trying not to lose the spot that was making Sadie shudder and shake. A pool of wetness surrounded her hand. Fuck, she needed to taste that.

She glided down Sadie’s body, pausing to suck one nipple as she continued fingering her. Then the other nipple. She looked up from kissing a path down Sadie’s stomach. Damn, she looked so gorgeous, so wanting, her chest rising and falling.

Sadie shivered and bobbed her head. Her eyes telegraphed one singular command:Keep going.

Joan kissed to the elastic waistband. She hated having to stop touching Sadie long enough to yank her boxers off. She flung them off the bed, taking in Sadie’s light-brown landing strip, her beautiful pink labia…