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“Harder or softer?” Miranda murmured.

Tori wasn’t even sure how to answer that. Her mind drew a blank. Drawing in a deep breath was so hard, and concentrating was impossible.

“Tori.” Miranda’s voice cut through the floaty feeling. “Harder or softer?”

“Harder.” The word burst from her. She hadn’t even known what she was going to say.

“Slower or faster.” Miranda sounded so pleased with herself.

“Faster.” Tori opened her eyes, locking her gaze on that honeyed one, the one between her legs that was filled with sweet satisfaction.

Miranda said nothing as she dove back in, doing exactly what Tori had told her to. In an instant, Tori was digging her fingers into the sheets, trying to find anything to keep her rooted to the spot. Her heels dug into the soft mattress, her hips raising up as she undulated against Miranda’s mouth. Miranda sucked hard. A burning pain rushed through Tori, but she held it tight in her chest, closing her eyes and breathing through it. She clenched her jaw, moving again and again. Miranda’s hair tickled her thighs. Heat built within her.

Tori grunted as she continued to move against Miranda. She reached forward, her hand planted on the top of Miranda's head, increasing the pressure between her legs even more. She was so close. All she had to do was hold this space for a little longer. Tori rocked her hips against Miranda’s mouth, tensing her fingers in Miranda’s hair.

“Now,” she breathed out the word as her entire body tightened. A moan ripped from her lips, and her head spun.

Miranda stayed between her legs, slowing her licks into long languid movements. Tori couldn’t speak. She was still so completely taken with what had just happened, her mind washed of thoughts and concerns. Eventually Miranda pressed kisses to her thighs, her hip bones, a chuckle quietly reaching Tori’s ears.

“Did you stop thinking?”

“Fuck you,” Tori said with a grin and a laugh. “But yes.”

“Good.” Miranda moved onto the mattress, still perfectly made up from her day and their dinner.

“I’m a goddamn mess compared to you.”

“Hardly.” Miranda kissed Tori’s lips, her mouth still damp and Tori’s flavor lingering on her. “I think our messes complement each other.”

Tori chuckled, running her hands over Miranda’s sides after finally finding herself again. “You’re still dressed.”

“I enjoyed that.” Miranda kissed her again.

“Why are you still dressed?” Why was Tori repeating herself? Maybe she really had lost her mind.

“I wanted to enjoy you.”

Tori pressed her lips together. “That was hot.”

Miranda laughed, her lips curling up into the most beautiful smile. “It was.”

“But you’re still dressed.”

“My, my, who’s the demanding one now?”

“Miranda,” Tori whined.

“Patience.” Miranda kissed her again.

Tori fell into it. She could barely move, but she wrapped her arms around Miranda’s back, pressing their bodies together, smooshing Miranda against her. She intensified the embrace, scraping her teeth against Miranda’s lower lip. Their tongues touched, and Tori could taste the lingering wine mixed in with her own flavor. It was so sexy. Her entire body hummed.

“I’d ask for the same show from you, but I’m not sure I have the self-control to just watch.”

Miranda giggled. She buried her face in Tori’s neck, the laughs rocking through her body. “I love your enthusiasm.”

“Get naked already.” She knew she was whining, but she wanted desperately to have Miranda against her, naked, warm, enticing. And she needed another minute or two to gather her wits again.

The strip tease Miranda gave her wasn’t as good as the one Tori had done, but that wasn’t the point. Tori just wanted Miranda naked, against her, as fast as possible. Miranda stood at the edge of the bed, her dusty pink nipples already hard, her chest flushed with color.