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Low keening sounds rumbled through Jordan’s chest as she got closer. Both hands plunged into Astrid’s hair, but she didn’t direct her. Every movement was all Astrid, every hummed vibration and slip of her fingers. Finally—fucking goddamn finally—she closed her mouth around Jordan’s clit, alternating between sucking and flicking her tongue.

“Fuck, Astrid,” Jordan yelled, thighs clenching around Astrid’s head as she came hard. Astrid kept working her tongue, albeit a little gentler, waiting until Jordan stopped shuddering and her hips pressed back into the couch to break contact. Even then, she stayed put,kissing Jordan’s thigh, her mound, before sliding back up her body—stopping briefly to tongue one nipple in a way that nearly had Jordan screaming again—before settling next to her, her own breath shallow and quick.

Astrid leaned on one elbow and alternated between looking at Jordan and biting her lip. Her cheeks were red, and Jordan reached out a hand to cup her face.

“That was unreal,” Jordan said.

Astrid exhaled heavily. “Yeah? Really?”

Jordan pulled her in close and kissed her, and Jordan loved the scent, the taste, this shared intimacy of oral and its aftermath.

“You’ll have to show me which porn tutorials you watched so I can pick up some tips,” she said, her limbs still trembling like they’d been blasted with lightning.

Astrid smacked her lightly on the arm but laughed and kissed her again, settling her head on Jordan’s shoulder. “You don’t need any. Trust me.”

“Did... did you like it?” Jordan asked, feeling herself go a little tense as she waited for Astrid’s answer.

Astrid didn’t make her wait long, though. She pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then her neck, murmuring, “I loved it,” against Jordan’s skin.

Jordan exhaled and sank her fingers into Astrid’s hair, rubbing her scalp in slow circles. It was nice, this post-orgasmic cuddle, but Astrid’s hands curled into the skin at Jordan’s waist, her hips moving just enough to let Jordan know she was horny as hell.

Luckily, Jordan really didn’t think she needed a tutorial to take care of that. Still lying down, she nudged Astrid’s leg apart, slipped her hand between her thighs and into her wet heat, and proved it.

Chapter Twenty-eight

EIGHT.

That’s how many orgasms Astrid had had so far, and it was only Saturday afternoon, the day after their pantry sex and Astrid’s maiden voyage into cunnilingus with Jordan Everwood.

Not that she was keeping count.

Except that was exactly what she was doing, becauseeight? She hadn’t had that many non-self-induced orgasms in the last eightyears.

Yet here she was, Astrid Parker, naked and sprawled on her bed, sheets a tangled mess, breathing heavily at the ceiling as she came down from that wondrous number eight. She was pretty sure she was one touch away from needing to ice her clit.

The thought made her laugh, the sound bubbling into her chest and bursting out of her mouth before she could stop it. The last twenty-four hours had been... well, she didn’t think she’d ever had so much fun.

“What are you laughing at?” Jordan asked. She was lying next to Astrid, gloriously naked and propped up on one elbow, trailing herfingertips along Astrid’s stomach, that smug-satisfied look on her face because Astrid hadn’t exactly made her orgasm tally a secret.

Astrid rolled over and propped herself on one arm too, shaking her head. “I can see why Natasha Rojas wears a clit necklace, that’s all.”

Jordan laughed. “I mean, it is pretty amazing.”

“So amazing. Did you know the clitoris has eight thousand nerve endings in the tip alone? That’s double the number in the penis.”

“I—”

“And it’s made up of eighteen parts, this intricate mixture of erectile tissue, muscles, and nerves.”

Jordan just blinked at her for a second. “You did clit research.”

Astrid bit her lip. “I may have looked up a few things.”

Jordan slung her arm around Astrid’s bare waist. “Afewthings?”

“It’s a fascinating organ, having nothing to do with reproduction whatsoever. It literally exists for pleasure. The clit is badass.”

Jordan grinned. “ ‘The clit is badass.’ Can I get that stitched on a pillow?”