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India smiled down at her, but she did as requested and slowly turned. The lingerie she was wearing cupped her ass in the best way possible, so Maisie simultaneously never wanted these panties off and wanted to tear at them until they were on the floor. When India faced her again, Maisie couldn’t help but stare. She could see India through the thin lace. She justsat there, watching India move onto the bed, before she finally stood when she had to, because India was lying down now, her legs slightly parted, making Maisie’s mouth water. Maisie reached the end of the bed as she continued to stare at her, thinking about what to do first, because she wanted to do everything all at once.

Deciding to remove her jeans first, she undid the button and zipper. Her jeans weren’t those nice silk pajamas, though, so they didn’t exactly fall gracefully to the floor. Instead, she had to wriggle out of them and then kick at them a few times before she was finally free of them. India was smiling knowingly at her, but she said nothing.

Maisie was wearing plain, white cotton hip-huggers that weren’t exactly her least hot pair of panties, but India didn’t seem to mind, because when she lowered her eyes to them, she licked her lips. In turn, Maisie’s eyes went back to those parted legs and the lace she could see through. She knelt on the bed and swallowed, deciding to take a chance.

“Will you touch yourself over them for me?”

India looked a little surprised at her request but didn’t say anything. Maisie worried she might have gone a little too far, but India’s response to her earlier question about wanting to have her head against the pillow led Maisie to believe that she might want something like this right now. So, she waited, and soon, India’s hand moved to her center. Maisie’s mouth opened when India began to stroke herself over the fabric.

“Oh, my God,” she said as she watched.

“I’d ratheryoudo this,” India said, but she didn’t stop stroking.

“I will, but… Maybe under now?” she asked more than commanded.

She would need some practice if this was something that worked for both of them, because she suspected India hadn’t let anyone tell her what to do in bed; maybe in her life, too. India smiled at her, though, and Maisie nearly growled as she watched India’s hand disappear into her panties.

“I’m already wet,” India said.

“Oh,” Maisie said. “How wet?”

“You’ll have to find that out for yourself,” India teased.

“Okay,” she replied and shifted until she was standing again.

She lowered her cotton panties to the floor and watched India’s eyes rake over her. Then, India’s hand began to move faster.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” India said. “Please get on top of me.”

Maisie wondered if India had ever said that sentence to anyone before, but she climbed on top of her without asking, feeling a little extra pep in her step, picturing herself as the only woman whom India had let top her like this. She moved India’s hand and looked down at it as she held it gently by the wrist.

“I can see,” she said.

“Do you want to–”

“Yes. But I want my first taste of you to be when I’m down there,” she said, looking down between India’s legs as she settled between them.

She moved both of India’s hands beside her head, holding them in her own with their fingers entwined, and kissed her. Feeling their breasts pressed together turned her on like crazy. India’s nipples were rock-hard, and Maisie knew they needed her mouth. She lowered her lips until she could suck on one and heard India’s gasp.

“Will you tell me what you like?” she asked and sucked again.

“You seem to be figuring it out all on your own,” India said.

Maisie bathed India’s nipples with attention, but neither of them calmed, and those peaks were what she stared at as she went down India’s body. She cupped India’s breasts and kissed her hip bones, moving to the spot under India’s belly button. Once there, Maisie didn’t waste any time. She reached for the hem of those panties, tugged them down while she covered India’s thighs with her lips, and tossed the garmentaside before she settled back on top of her, pressing her center to India’s for the first time.

“You really hoped for this tonight?” she asked in a moment of vulnerability that she wasn’t sure she’d ever shown anyone else before.

“I felt like we made some progress on the phone,” India replied, pushing Maisie’s hair out of her face. “You make me want to be better, Maise. I’ve never felt that way before.”

Maisie smiled down at her and said, “I’ve never felt this before, either.”

“Not even with Lainey?”

“Not even with Finley?” she tossed back.

India shook her head seriously.

“Not even with Lainey,” Maisie replied and kissed India’s lips. “Not even close.”