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“I want to, too.” Piper grinned as Jo stripped herself of her shirt and bra. “But you set the pace, and you tell me to stop anytime you want, or if there is anything you don’t like, promise?”

For a moment, Jo was overcome by this amazing woman. She had her energy, and she truly understood. But this was a whole other area Jo had never experienced before. Someone who cared as much about her pleasure and comfort as their own. Maybe even more. The idea unsettled Jo for a moment. It must have registered on her face.

Piper propped herself up on her elbows and looked closer. Not at her exposed breasts, but at her.

“I promise. But only if you do it, too.” Jo said.

“Guaranteed.” Piper winked at Jo.

“All right.” Jo bit her lip, fear and excitement warring with each other. Could she really explore those things she had alwaysbeen shamed for wanting? Would Piper really not think less of her for wanting them?

“What do you like?” Piper whispered as she reached forward, taking Jo’s hands. They shuffled up together farther up the bed. One of Jo’s knees, still dressed, pressed right between Piper’s legs.

Jo ignored the question, unable to voice what she wanted. As though sensing her hesitation, Piper flipped her over onto her back and kissed her hard, bruising her lips in ways that sent shudders rocking through Jo’s body.

“Do you want me inside you?” Piper straddled Jo and ground her pussy against Jo’s stomach.

“Yes.” Jo hips bucked up.

“Can I take the rest of your clothes off?”

“Yes,” Jo said. How were questions making her breath increase and her clit throb?

Piper took her time as she kissed her way over Jo’s breasts, stopping long enough to suck on each nipple until Jo grunted, before working her way down Jo’s stomach.

Her fingers were fast and furious as they undid the pants and rid Jo of the material.

“A thong?” Piper moaned as she placed a kiss on Jo’s mound through the cloth.

Jo’s breath hitched, and her hips bucked.

“You’re so receptive.” Piper laughed, nudging Jo to lift her hips so she could slide the thong off.

Piper’s fingers slipped through Jo’s folds, and Jo moaned, rocking her hips up, begging for more pressure. Piper circled Jo’s clit as she pushed herself into the space between Jo’s thighs. Jo wrapped her legs around Piper’s hips, pulling her in closer.

Piper leaned forward and pinched Jo’s nipple with her free hand. Their hips rocked together, pressed harder and harder as the scent of arousal filled the room.

“I want…” Jo started but stopped before she got any further.

“What do you want?” Piper’s voice was filled with curiosity and softness.

“Top drawer.” Jo covered her face with her hands as Piper got off the bed and walked to her dresser.

“Is it sterile?”

Of all the things Jo had expected to be asked, that hadn’t been on the list. “You mean you don’t mind?”

“Why would I mind?” Piper faced Jo, the strap-on already looped into the harness. Piper’s eyes smoldered as they stared at Jo.

“It’s sterile.” Jo swallowed and forced herself to keep eye contact with Piper. “It’s never been used.”

“What?”

“I was told it was disrespectful to ask a lesbian to use one.”

“Who the hell told you that? Also, not a lesbian.” Piper slid the harness onto her body, her lips quirking to the side. “Definitely pansexual. Every moment of every day.”

Jo was not answering that question. “And you really don’t mind?”