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It was an awkward, intimate gesture, like reaching around someone to get in a high cupboard when it would have been easier just to ask them to move over.

From that position, Sullivan pulled a wand vibrator out of her bedside table.

She plugged it into the base of her lamp, then turned on the device.

Kia had vibrators, but she’d never used one with another person.

“It’s called the Labianator,” Sullivan said.

“That’s an action hero name.”

“What movies are you watching?”

“Not a porn name!”

“No shame. I watch porn.”

The vibrator roared as Sullivan turned it up.

“It sounds like a leaf blower,” Kia said.

“It’s very frustrating because I can’t use it when you’re in your bedroom.”

Kia touched the vibrating head, which was apparently designed to imitate an earthquake.

“Oh my god, that’s fierce. How do you use it at all?”

Sullivan pulled her pillow from where it had slid off the bed and placed the vibrator under it.

“You can straddle it.”

Kia felt herself blush. Modesty and desire fought for control of her body.

Then Kia took a deep breath and straddled the pillow.

She felt absolutely ridiculous. And she was pressing her pussy into the pillow Sullivan slept on!

Even if Sullivan washed the pillowcase, she’d think about Kia when she laid down her head.

Some of Kia’s self-consciousness melted.

Sullivan wanted her. It made Kia feel powerful and gorgeous.

“It’s okay to laugh,” Sullivan said, her voice warm. “It is funny. I mean it’s called the Labianator. The classic wand is called the Hitachi, but nooo, I had to buy the Labianator because it’s from a carbon-neutral sex toy company.”

In that moment, Kia loved Sullivan for buying green sex toys, and she loved Sullivan’s confidence and her playful cockiness.

That combination had drawn her to Sullivan (after Sullivan’s lips and cheekbones and dope grandpa fashion) their first day at school.

Sullivan took her work, her craft, her values seriously, but not herself.

That thought breezed through Kia’s mind, but it didn’t take her out of the moment.

“Can I get on top of you again?” Sullivan asked.

At Kia’s enthusiastic yes, Sullivan mounted her again, sitting on Kia’s ass, pressing Kia into the pillow and the vibrations.

“You can let me do everything.” Sullivan rolled her hips against Kia’s ass.

The mix of sensations made Kia moan with pleasure.

“Or you can take over.”

Kia felt Sullivan take a deep breath, and it felt like Sullivan was relaxing herself and holding herself back at the same time.

“No one’s looking,” Sullivan said. “There’s no audience. You can just be in your body.”

If someone had built Kia a perfect roller coaster where every dip and rise was designed exactly for her, it wouldn’t have been as much fun as the sensations flooding her body.

The hardness of the vibrator cushioned by the pillow.

Her own hips thrusting, Sullivan adding just enough pressure and movement to take control away from Kia but not so much that Kia couldn’t find the place and pressure she needed.

Kia moaned again.

“Too much?” Sullivan asked.

“Perfect,” Kia gasped.

Sullivan rocked back and forth. Kia’s hips bucked, her cries grew faster and higher. Kia gripped the sheets. And nothing had ever been more perfect, not the most delicate lavender-honey and lemon panna cotta or the freshest heirloom tomato.

“Oh, Sullivan, yes!” Then Kia was silent as she came.

Sullivan kept up her rhythm, taking Kia higher and higher, until a wave, like sugar carried on champagne, claimed Kia and she went limp.

Sullivan lay on top of her, supporting some of her weight on her arms. And when Kia’s breath had returned to normal, Sullivan rolled off her, keeping one arm around Kia’s waist and holding her close.

“What can I do for you?” Kia asked, turning toward Sullivan. The orgasm had washed away her performance anxiety. If Sullivan liked sex, she’d know how to ask for what she wanted. Sullivan snuggled closer.

Sullivan chuckled. “I took advantage of your gorgeous ass.”

“You came?”

“Easily.”

“But is there anything else?”

Sullivan pulled Kia against her.

“Don’t get up and check your phone.”

“I forgot I had one,” Kia said. “I know what I should do. Roll over.” Kia gently rolled Sullivan onto her side. “I’m the big spoon this time. You have to tell me if I’ve mastered cuddling.”

Sullivan felt so good in her arms. Being the big spoon felt as much like being held as being the little spoon. Sullivan nestled against her. Their breathing fell into rhythm together.

“That was fun,” Sullivan said dreamily. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, Chef,” Kia whispered. “Anytime.”

She felt Sullivan twitch as sleep took her.

And Kia determined that she would stay up all night long so she didn’t miss a second of the time with Sullivan.

But like a haze of magic pollen, Sullivan’s sleep drifted over her, lulling her into pastel dreams. She’d closed her eyes for only a moment, but when she opened them, it was morning.