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“Roll over,” India said. “Now, please.”

Maisie did, and India moved on top of her. It wasn’t the first time she had looked down at Maisie like this, but itwasthe first time they were both naked, so India took the time to move her eyes over Maisie’s beautiful skin. She wasn’t sure how she’d gotten so lucky, but here she was, thinking, ‘Finley, who?’ when they’d only been broken up a little over a month, because she had met quite possibly the woman of her dreams in Maisie Lincoln, a small bookshop owner who loved New Orleans as much as she did, who pushed her instead of giving in, who let India teach her about wine, and who hadvolunteered to go to the ballet or the opera with her.

India could even picture that now. Given how Maisie had asked questions during their wine lesson and genuinely seemed interested, she could see her doing the same at the ballet or opera, with India having to shush her and tell her she’d explain during intermission or after the performance. She could see them holding hands and Maisie’s head going to her shoulder. She could also see Maisie possibly falling asleep a little, which made her smile.

When she leaned down and kissed Maisie, she felt like she’d finally met her equal in the best way. Never had India pictured herself with a baseball bat in her hands and a borrowed helmet on her head. Never had she pictured herself eating fried fish at a blue shack or trying different beers because her girlfriend wanted her to. As she kissed Maisie, she hoped that this wasitfor her because she had waited so long to find someone, and she’d been wrong every other time she had dated a woman. She didn’t want to be wrong this time. She wanted Maisie to be the one. She had no way of knowing if that was the case yet, but in her heart, she wished for it.

When India moved her hand down to Maisie’s sex, she just held it there, wanting to take in the moment and hold on to it forever, and when she finally began to stroke Maisie with her fingers, she watched Maisie’s face, takingthatin, too. She stroked faster, then, feeling how hard Maisie’s clit was and knowing that she needed to come now. They could do slow later.

“Yes,” Maisie let out and cupped India’s ass. “Move on me. Please.”

India wasn’t sure what she’d meant at first, but Maisie spread her legs a little farther apart, and India got it then. She moved her own sex over Maisie’s thigh, just how Maisie had done earlier, and began rocking as she stroked. Maisie’s eyes opened, and she watched India’s body move.

“Oh, wow,” Maisie said and put both of her hands on India’s hips. “Can you come like this?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“Will you?”

“Not until you do.”

“I’m almost there. Just don’t stop, and I’ll come,” Maisie told her, her grip on India’s hips growing harder, turning her on.

Maisie was watching her as she helped her move faster at the same time, and India felt the orgasm building within her already. She was so wet, gliding over Maisie’s hard muscle and soft skin while Maisie’s eyes were all over her. Then, Maisie lifted her head to take India’s nipple into her mouth, and that was it. India still attempted to hold it back, but when Maisie gave her ass a little smack, she couldn’t any longer.

“I’m coming,” she let out.

“God, so am I,” Maisie said and reattached her mouth to India’s nipple, sucking it in time with India’s thrusts on her thigh.

Maisie grunted against her breast, and India continued to stroke her until Maisie finally lowered her mouth, needing to catch her breath. India’s movements slowed as she rubbed herself all over Maisie’s thigh, still coming down herself, and when she entered her lover, Maisie’s eyes shot open, and she nodded rapidly.

“Yes! Yes!”

India took that as a good sign and thrust inside her.

“More,” Maisie demanded.

India pulled out, added a finger, and pushed back inside, lowering herself back down on top of Maisie.

“Harder,” Maisie said.

India wanted to come again just from listening to this woman tell her what she wanted, but she moved her lips to Maisie’s ear and sucked on the lobe.

“You’re so sexy when you tell me what you want,” she said as she thrust harder. “Will you do it again for me?”

“Yes! Deeper,” Maisie told her. “Deeper, baby.”

Her arms wrapped around India’s shoulders, and India obliged, grunting against Maisie’s neck.

“You like that?” Maisie asked.

“Yes,” she whispered as she continued to thrust.

“What if I told you that I wanted you to flip me over and take me from behind?” Maisie asked.

“Now?” she checked, looking down at Maisie but not stopping her movements.

“Next,” Maisie said with a smirk.