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“Oh, God,” she let out.

Abby repeated the movement and continued to do so for the next several minutes – or, at least, it felt like several minutes to Quinn because she was so ready to go over the edge that she wasn’t sure how she hadn’t yet. At some point, Abby’s tongue swirled around her clit before darting down, and Abby’s hands shifted under her thighs to lift her a little. Before Quinn knew it, that magnificent tongue was pushing inside her body.

“Oh, God,” she repeated. “That’s… Don’t stop doing that.”

Abby didn’t until Quinn’s hand was on the back of her head and Quinn tried to give her the hint that her clit needed Abby’s mouth again. Abby moved her tongue back up then, but in doing so, she didn’t leave Quinn hanging as her fingers filled Quinn instead, and Abby was now sucking on her clit while she was pushing inside. Quinn really didn’t want this to end, but she couldn’t hang on much longer, either.

“It’s okay, baby. Let go,” Abby encouraged. “I’ll happily do this again whenever you want.”

Quinn closed her eyes, let her head fall back against the pillow, and yelled Abby’s name into the room while the strongest orgasm overtook her body. Her first orgasm by Abby’s hand had been long, slow, and silent. It had alsobeen perfect. This one was perfect, too, but in a completely different way. It was strong, short, and it was hard and very much needed. It felt like Quinn had been missing this her whole life, and she’d only just now figured it out.

To help her wind down, Abby slowed both her thrusts and her mouth on Quinn’s clit until she stopped altogether. Then, she gave Quinn’s clit a kiss and moved back up her body, kissing different spots now as she went. While Abby’s mouth was no longer pressed to Quinn’s center, her fingers were still very much inside Quinn, so when Abby kissed her hard, letting her taste herself, Quinn knew that Abby wasn’t done with her yet. Sure enough, a few seconds later, Abby pushed in deeper inside her, curled her fingers, pulled out, and did that again and again until Quinn went over the edge. Only this time, when Quinn came, she moaned into Abby’s mouth as they shared a messy kiss.

“I love you,” she said. “Abs, I love you. Only you.”

“Only me,” Abby echoed and kissed her once more. “You’re staying over tomorrow night, too, by the way.”

“I am, huh?” Quinn chuckled as Abby rolled off her and onto her side.

“Yeah. Pack a bag and just bring extra stuff. You can put it in a drawer.”

“I can have my own drawer?” She rolled onto her side to tease Abby. “I thought you didn’t want to move too fast there, Abigail.”

“I’m embracing it now. It feels too good, having you here. I mean, I missed you when I was writing, Quinn. I don’t miss anyone or anything when I’m in the zone, writing. That includes food. But I was texting you because I missed you. I’m accepting it now, so I don’t want to be apart. I’m clingy now. You should know this, I think.”

Quinn laughed and rolled onto her back, holding her arm out for Abby to move into her body. When Abby did, they just lay there snuggling up.

“I like you clingy,” Quinn replied after a minute. “I have no problem with you clinging to me.”

“Good,” Abby stated, and her arm tightened around Quinn’s middle. “I kind of never want you to go now.”

“Then, I’ll stay.” Quinn kissed Abby’s forehead. “We should get some sleep.”

“It’s still early.”

“I know. But this way, we can get a few hours in now so that when I wake you up to do this all over again soon, you won’t be so tired.”

Abby laughed and shifted to kiss Quinn’s neck.

“In this case, we should get under the blanket.”

They waited a few minutes to actually move, but once the warmth from their prior activities had dissipated and the cold had set in, they both climbed out of bed only to pull the comforter down and get underneath it. Quinn held her arm out again, and Abby shifted into her immediately as if they’d done that a million times, and for all Quinn knew, they had.

“Just a few hours,” Quinn said softly as she closed her eyes.

“Just a few hours,” Abby replied.

CHAPTER 46

Hearing Quinn coming her way and waiting for her to do so because she somehow just knew that Quinn would wrap her up in her arms before saying good morning, Abby turned in Quinn’s arms and smiled at her.

“Hi,” Quinn said.

“Well, hi there. I was going to make us breakfast and bring it to you in bed.”

Quinn kissed her and said, “Yeah? Can you stop leaving the bed before I wake up so that I can actually kiss you good morning in bed instead of having to come find you?”

Abby had, yet again, not been in bed when Quinn had woken up. This time, Quinn had found her in the kitchen.