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“It really would,” Zann agreed, pleasantly surprised by Lydia’s boldness. Not that she really knew Lydia well enough to have formed any kind of expectations, but still.

She did so love a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it.

Zann held Lydia’s gaze as she pulled her hands from beneath her shirt. She kissed her slowly, deeply as she unbuttoned the blouse and slid it off her shoulders, and the air crackled with anticipation when she unclasped her bra and pulled away to watch it tumble to the floor.

A buzzy, tingling need to touch erupted in her fingertips as she dragged her eyes up Lydia’s legs to the toned flat of her stomach and the subtle hint of obliques that flexed beneath her attention, and her mouth watered as her gaze landed on Lydia’s full, fucking perfect breasts. She licked her lips as she drank in the bewitching view of gleaming titanium and pebbled, café au lait nipples, and swallowed thickly as she wrapped her hands around Lydia’s waist.

“You are fucking gorgeous,” she murmured as she bent to take a nipple into her mouth.

Spurred on by the sharp hiss of pleasure that rained down on her when she sucked her prize deeper into her mouth, she tightened her hold on Lydia’s hips as she began working her over with long, heavy pulls, light nips, and fluttering licks. She moaned when Lydia’s hands found her hair, tugging her forward as she pressed herself into her mouth, and used the pressure of her mouth to guide Lydia backward until she was pressed against the wall.

A bed would be divine, but she couldn’t wait that long. Not this time.

Once she’d teased both of Lydia’s nipples to matching, straining points, she covered them with her hands as she kissed her way lower, abandoning the somewhat awkward half-crouch she’d been holding for a much more comfortable position as she settled on her knees. Her eyes fluttered as the scent of Lydia’s arousal enveloped her, and she peppered Lydia’s stomach with kisses as she unhooked the band of her slacks. She paused with her fingers pinched around the short stem of her zipper as she looked up into smoldering dark eyes that seemed to bore into her soul, and arched a brow in an unspoken, is this okay?

A small smile quirked Lydia’s lips as she granted consent with a short nod and a hushed, “Please.”

Two heartbeats later, Lydia was bare before her, and Zann swallowed thickly as she ran her hands up the backs of her legs. She nuzzled soft curls that were thick with the heady aroma of Lydia’s want as she curved her fingers around sculpted thighs and urged them open wider. Her nipples tightened when her fingertips slid over the slick warmth that coated Lydia’s inner thighs—fuck, she was absolutely dripping—and looked up into lust-blown eyes to check again that this was what Lydia wanted.

Lydia’s lips twitched as she nodded. “Yes,” she purred, rolling her hips invitingly. “I want you.”

Zann’s eyes fluttered shut as she leaned in to give them both what they desired. She drew light arcs over Lydia’s thighs with her thumbs as she licked a bold stripe through the sweetness that waited for her, collecting it on her tongue and savoring the heady flavor of Lydia’s arousal. She tightened her grip on Lydia’s thighs as she swirled her tongue around her clit once, twice, before using the very tip of her tongue to hook the swollen bud and pull it into her mouth with a low, rumbling, entirely indulgent moan.

Stars flashed behind her eyelids as the hands in her hair tightened, sending a blissful bolt of electricity zinging through her body as Lydia’s hips rocked greedily against her mouth. She massaged Lydia’s ass as she teased her clit with deft swirls and pointed licks, and then squeezed firmly, holding her still as she began suckling the sensitive bud as well.

Wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of the night enjoying the fucking potent ambrosia of Lydia’s desire and the equally enchanting symphony of gasps and cries that rent the air and slid over her skin like a caress, Zann varied the force and tempo of her licks and sucks to hold Lydia on that euphoric edge of release. Her clit pulsed with every heavy beat of her heart as she licked and sucked, losing herself completely in Lydia’s pleasure, and Zann groaned when Lydia’s grip on her hair tightened to the point that pleasure started to blur into pain as Lydia tried to fuck herself harder on her tongue.

Zann dragged her eyes open to look up through the stunning valley between Lydia’s breasts that rocked and bobbed with her efforts to watch her tip over the edge as she flattened her tongue against her clit. She clenched as Lydia’s jaw went slack and her eyes screwed up with raw, unbridled pleasure as she rode her mouth, unabashedly taking exactly what she needed, and her underwear was effectively ruined when Lydia tipped her head back with an absolutely fucking debauched moan as her hips stilled and she came hard.

Once that first, chin-drenching wave passed, Zann began lapping at the sweetness she’d wrought, extending Lydia’s release for as long as she possibly could, and she moaned when the hand in her hair stopped pulling her closer and pushed her weakly away, instead. She pressed one last kiss to Lydia’s clit before obliging, and sank back on her heels so she could fully appreciate Lydia’s flushed skin and blissed-out expression.

“Okay?”

Lydia licked her lips and nodded. “Holy shit.”

Zann playfully caressed Lydia’s thighs as she pressed up to kiss the subtle swell of her lower belly. “I can do better.”

Lydia choked on a laugh and combed her fingers tenderly through Zann’s hair. “I don’t know if I could survive better.”

Zann smirked. That wasn’t a no. In fact, it sounded rather like a challenge. She arched a brow as she slid her right hand around Lydia’s thigh to stroke between her legs, and licked away the delectable remnants of Lydia’s release that lingered on her lips as she teased a finger between her slick, swollen folds. “Wanna try?”

Her smirk grew into a full-blown grin when Lydia nodded and spread her legs wider as she huskily replied, “I really fucking do.”

Dawn was only beginning to break when Lydia woke with a start the next morning, and she gritted her teeth when a glance at the alarm clock showed it wasn’t quite seven. Even though exhaustion hadn’t gotten the better of them until close to three, her body was convinced it was pushing ten a.m. and was rather unhelpfully pumping her full of oh shit, I’m late adrenaline because, were this any other Tuesday, she would already be one yoga class, two cappuccinos, and three interminable meetings that could’ve been emails deep into the day.

She buried her face in her pillow to stifle her groan. She had really wanted to sleep, goddamn it.

The flash of annoyance was soothed, however, by the dull, pleasant ache that lingered between her legs, and she sighed as she turned her head to drink in the view of the woman who was stretched out on her stomach beside her, fast asleep with her face turned away and her strong arms tucked under her pillow above her head. The snow-white duvet that was stacked just below the dimples at the small of Zann’s back was almost blindingly bright against her naturally bronzed skin in the faint morning light, and she smiled in spite of her lingering exhaustion.

Zann was a vision to behold in her tight jeans and leather jacket, but like this?

Lydia bit her lip as she unabashedly ogled the subtle definition of Zann’s delts and lats, and her stomach fluttered as her gaze landed on the toned length of her obliques and an enticing, peekaboo view of her breast.

She’s a fucking work of art.

She held her breath as Zann turned her head and rubbed her cheek against the mattress, and let it go on a measured exhale as Zann fell still once more. Zann’s full lips parted with a sigh that radiated contentment, and Lydia squeezed her thighs together against the bloom of arousal that flared in her belly as she recalled the absolute magic that mouth was capable of.

Her heart fluttered into her throat as she remembered Zann kneeling at her feet, eyes closed, her face a mask of pure, rapturous indulgence as she feasted on her. The heat that had burned in her eyes as she suckled at her clit while masterfully taking her apart with long, sure, powerful strokes of her fingers. The way she’d looked splayed beneath her, muscles bunching, hands tangled in the sheets as she writhed, gasping, whimpering, pleading for release.