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S ophie hadn’t had sex in a long time. She kept thinking about that as they walked to Bryce’s hotel. She had woken up with Bryce that morning and had showered but hadn’t shaved her legs, and her dark hair would be popping back up right about now. She had also stupidly had garlic at dinner. There were onions, too. Why had she had garlic and onions? One of them was bad enough, but her breath was probably all bad, and she didn’t have any gum or mints in her purse. Maybe she could sneak into the bathroom at the hotel, take some of Bryce’s toothpaste, and slather it over her teeth and tongue to make her breath a little better. Yes, they’d had the morning breath conversation, but this was different. This wasn’t just a good morning kiss. They would be seeing each other for the first time tonight, touching each other, and Sophie wanted it to be perfect.

“You’re very quiet,” Bryce noted when they got to the hotel and stood under the red awning.

“I am?”

“Soph, if you don’t want to, we–”

“It’s not a question of want. Trust me.”

“Okay. Well, what is it, if it’s not that?”

“I… didn’t exactly have time to prepare . We’ve basically been together since you got here, and I showered at the hotel. On top of that, I ate garlic and onions at dinner like an idiot, so I–”

Bryce’s laugh cut off her rambling. She pulled open the front door and motioned Sophie through it.

“I had the shrimp appetizer, too. I don’t care. I haven’t had time to prepare , either, but, Soph, I just want you. I don’t want some ideal version of you where you have perfect breath and smooth legs because you shaved or waxed just because we were going to have sex. I don’t want you to wear makeup when you don’t normally do that, and you clearly don’t need it. I don’t need fancy lingerie, either. I just need you.”

“Why are you so good at this?” Sophie asked when they arrived at the elevator.

“At what?”

“At calming me down when I get nervous; making me feel like you don’t need anything special.”

“You are special.”

“See?” Sophie chuckled as they got inside the elevator. “That’s what you do.” She pointed at Bryce. “You make me feel that way.”

“Good,” Bryce replied as she moved into her, pressing Sophie’s back against the wall. “I want that. I want you to feel special tonight.” Her hand slid up under Sophie’s shirt. “And every night.”

The elevator dinged on their floor far too soon. Bryce’s hand had been sliding a little farther north, so Sophie’s breast had been expecting it to land there and apply pressure that it suddenly very much needed. They got out of the elevator, allowing a couple to enter after them, and Bryce took Sophie’s hand as they walked down the hall. When Bryce unlocked and pushed the door open for her to go through, Sophie knew her life was about to change. Everything had been leading up to this moment. From that first night on, their chemistry had been off the charts. Now, they were about to have sex for the first time, and it would either be the best sex Sophie had ever had, or their chemistry wouldn’t translate to the bedroom, and it would be a big letdown for both of them.

She then felt Bryce’s hand take her own from behind, and she was turned until her back was against the wall by the door. Bryce was pressed against her completely in an instant, and her hands moved to Sophie’s thighs, which she pushed apart, and her hips were between Sophie’s now.

“God,” Sophie let out.

“Yeah. I’ve waited a while for this,” Bryce told her. She moved Sophie’s hands over her head, and her dark eyes told Sophie to keep them there. “Are you okay with me taking the lead?”

“Yes,” she replied. “Yes, please,” she added, not caring if it sounded like begging.

Bryce smirked, and it was so damn sexy, Sophie’s legs wobbled a bit. When Bryce leaned forward and connected their lips, Sophie did her best not to think about the fact that she really wanted that toothpaste right about now. Bryce noticed and pulled back to stare into her eyes.

“Relax, Sophia,” she said. “Everything is okay.” She ran a hand over Sophie’s face, holding her chin in place for a second before she kissed her again.

And Sophie believed her. Everything was okay. Bryce was kissing her and pressing into her in a way that clearly told Sophie she wanted her. Bryce didn’t want perfection. She just wanted her , and that mattered so much.

Sophie kissed her back, and when Bryce’s hands went to hers, Bryce clasped them against the wall and held them there, keeping them connected in this way for a long time before she wrapped Sophie’s arms around her neck, placed her own at Sophie’s waist, and then lifted her straight off the ground.

“Oh, my God!” Sophie wrapped her legs around Bryce, who carried her over to the bed and deposited her down on it.

Bryce climbed on top of her and hovered there for a minute.

“You’re so beautiful, Soph,” she said with her hand placed between Sophie’s breasts over her shirt.

Then, Sophie just watched as Bryce leaned back and pulled off the sweater she’d been wearing, followed by her T-shirt, which left her only in a black-and-white Calvin Klein sports bra.

“Jesus,” Sophie let out when she saw the small breasts and nipples trying to make their way out of the fabric.

Bryce ran a quick hand through her own hair before she reached down to her jeans to unbutton and unzip them. Sophie continued to watch her as she stood and kicked off her shoes and her socks, which Sophie couldn’t see, but then the jeans were lowered to her knees and disappeared entirely. Bryce was wearing matching boxer briefs underneath, and her body was perfect. Sophie licked her lips, wanting to reach out and touch her, but Bryce was on the move again. Her hands were on Sophie’s shoes, removing them for her, followed by her socks, which Sophie tried not to think about because they’d walked a lot today. Moments later, Bryce moved to hover over her again, and she kissed Sophie slowly while her hand roamed over Sophie’s body but still over her clothes.

Sophie wasn’t sure how much more of this she would be able to take because Bryce was nearly naked and on top of her, and she needed them both to be naked and touching one another. Bryce seemed to understand somehow, and Sophie felt the button on her jeans being undone next. They stopped kissing because Bryce, apparently, wanted to watch what her hand was doing. The zipper followed suit, and Sophie swallowed because Bryce was standing again and tugging at her jeans until they were on the bed next to Sophie while Bryce stared down at the gray panties Sophie had chosen that morning.

“Fuck, Sophie,” Bryce let out, and that hand was in her hair again, driving Sophie crazy.

“What?” she asked, wondering if that was a good ‘fuck’ or a bad ‘fuck.’

“Baby, you’re so wet,” Bryce said. “I can… see you.”

“Oh. Yeah. You’re really hot,” she replied, feeling the blush rush up her neck to her cheeks.

“God, I get to taste you. I can’t believe it,” Bryce said.

She was back on top of Sophie now, and the slowness from before appeared to be gone. Bryce was reaching for the hem of Sophie’s shirt and pulling it over her head. Sophie didn’t have a matching bra on, but the white one she’d chosen seemed to be okay for Bryce, who stared down at it before she kissed the tops of Sophie’s breasts, moved her mouth to Sophie’s neck, and finally, her jaw before she held herself up.

“I want you,” she said, and her tone was clear.

It was not shy or reverent. It was almost demanding. Bryce wanted her, and Sophie wanted her to have whatever she wanted because this look in Bryce’s eyes, the set of her jaw, told her that whatever was about to happen between them was going to be good. She had no more doubts about that as Bryce silently asked her to arch her back to be able to unclasp her bra and remove it entirely. Seconds later, Bryce’s lips were back on her breasts, and Bryce’s tongue was licking Sophie’s nipples, making Sophie writhe beneath her. Bryce sucked on one nipple while she squeezed her other breast. Sophie wanted to keep watching, but it all felt too good. Her eyes closed, and her head went back against the pillow.

Suddenly, Bryce’s hands were on her waist, and Sophie’s panties were being pulled off her body. Sophie opened her eyes then, and she took in how Bryce stared at her. Bryce’s tongue slipped out to lick her lips as she looked at her sex, so Sophie felt confident enough to spread her legs farther. Bryce was sitting back on her heels, and her head tilted a bit to take her in before she looked back up into Sophie’s eyes. Maintaining their eye contact, she tapped Sophie’s left knee, and Sophie spread her legs farther still. Bryce’s hands went under her knees then, and she shifted until she was settled between Sophie’s legs, looking at her center, which, Sophie knew, was practically dripping in anticipation.

“I swear, I love foreplay, but right now, I just need to take you,” Bryce told her.

“That’s really fine with–”

But Sophie couldn’t finish her sentence because Bryce hadn’t waited. She hadn’t started slow, with kisses on her inner thighs or light licks. She’d gone straight to Sophie’s clit and sucked it hard into her mouth.

“Oh, fuck!” Sophie’s head went back again, and her eyes closed as she tried to take in all the sensations at once. “Yes!”

She could hear how wet she was. When Bryce sucked, Sophie could hear it. Bryce’s tongue almost rolled against her clit as her lips engulfed it and sucked, applying pressure and relief, pressure and relief some more, until Sophie’s hand had a mind of its own and went to the back of Bryce’s head, pressing her down and lifting her hips to meet her at the same time. She knew it wouldn’t take long, but when Bryce slipped her fingers inside her, Sophie knew it would only be seconds before her orgasm rushed over her.

“I’m–” She paused. “Too soon.”

Bryce stopped her sucking, which was not what Sophie wanted, and looked up at her.

“All night long, Soph,” Bryce said and licked her hard. “All night long, baby.”

She repeated the action, and Sophie understood. Bryce was telling her that it was okay for her to come now because she would be making her come all night long. Just thinking about that had Sophie coming into Bryce’s mouth as her hips lifted and fell, and lifted and fell again. Her hips kept doing that on their own as Bryce curled inside her and sucked until Sophie couldn’t take it anymore, and she flopped back onto the bed. Bryce stayed inside her, but she moved up Sophie’s body until she was kissing her neck, and her fingers began thrusting.

“I can’t. I need–”

“Please,” Bryce said into her ear.

Sophie nodded, and her hands moved to Bryce’s back, only just realizing that Bryce still wasn’t naked. The sports bra was in Sophie’s way, and she wanted it off, but Bryce wasn’t stopping. She had a thigh between Sophie’s and was using the leverage to push harder and deeper into her.

“Do you…” Bryce started. “I think I…”

“What?” she asked, barely able to even form that word.

“Lift your thigh,” Bryce requested.

Sophie knew what she meant then and lifted her thigh, which Bryce had been pressing into, to meet Bryce’s hips as they rolled against it.

“Yes, like that,” Bryce moaned.

“Can you come like–”

“I’m going to,” Bryce replied.

Sophie lifted Bryce’s chin because she wanted to see her when she came. They looked at one another, making eye contact, which Sophie hadn’t done a lot of during sex, and they kept it, too. When Bryce’s hips began thrashing more than moving rhythmically, Sophie still managed to keep their eyes connected. When her own orgasm built until she was crashing over the edge, they both continued to look into each other’s eyes. Finally, when they came back down, Bryce closed her eyes and rested her forehead against Sophie’s.

“Naked,” Sophie said breathlessly. “Please. I need to feel all of you.”

Bryce didn’t move for a minute, which made sense. She had sweat on her back and needed to come down from her orgasm. When Bryce finally sat up and pulled off her sports bra, revealing her small breasts to Sophie’s waiting hands, Sophie cupped them and sat up herself, bringing her mouth to a nipple. Bryce’s hands immediately went into Sophie’s hair, encouraging her to continue.

“Soph, I need you.”

Sophie slipped a hand into the boxer briefs.

“No, babe. I need you again. I need to make you come again.”

Sophie looked up at her then, stilling her hand.

“Do you not want me to–”

“I do. But I’ve been waiting to touch you forever,” she said as she cupped Sophie. “Can I?”

Sophie just nodded and watched as Bryce stood and removed her underwear. With the last article of clothing separating them gone now, Bryce rested back on top of Sophie, and her hips settled in. Then, Sophie could tell what Bryce had in mind because she was spreading Sophie’s folds and pressing down before she spread her own, and they were touching in the most intimate way they could be.

“This…” Bryce rolled into her. “I want this.”

“Yes,” Sophie said.

She had never done this before. She supposed it didn’t work for some couples because of a height difference or body type, but Bryce’s clit was completely connected to her own right now, and she was rocking down into Sophie. The pressure was enough to take Sophie over the edge, but it was the way Bryce kissed her through it, the way she whispered into her ear while she took her, that got Sophie there.

“I’m coming,” she whispered.

“I’ve never–” Bryce started and stopped.

Sophie wasn’t sure what she’d been about to say, but then they were coming at the same time, and Sophie’s hands were on Bryce’s ass, pushing her down into her so that they could both enjoy the friction. Minutes later, Bryce was still on top of her as they lay there, both sweaty and sated, at least for the time being. Sophie’s hand was running through Bryce’s hair, and she’d felt so content in her entire life.

“Before, you said that you’ve never… What did you mean?” Sophie asked softly into the silence.

“I’ve never come like that,” Bryce mumbled against her neck. “I wanted to make you come. I didn’t know it would make me come, too.”

“Bry?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I touch you now?” she asked.

She could feel Bryce smile against her skin, and Sophie smiled just from that.