“I think we can acknowledge that we’ve both done this before with other people, right?”
Maisie chuckled and undid the next button as India’s words were helping her nerves.
“Yes, I think we can acknowledge it.”
“And that we don’t want to diminish those experiences with those people because some of those people are still pretty important to us.”
“Yes,” she agreed, finishing the last two buttons.
“But this is different,” India said.
“Yes,” Maisie replied and met India’s eyes as she spread her shirt apart. Then, moving her hand between India’s bare breasts, which had been revealed to her, she looked down at them and said softly, “You’re beautiful.”
“Can I seeyou?”
Maisie sighed and lifted her arms in the air.
India shrugged off her own shirt, letting it fall to the floor, before she reached for Maisie’s T-shirt, lifted it, and pulled it off. Maisie still had her bra on, which she only realized when she saw the look of disappointment on India’s face.
“You can take that off, too, you know?” Maisie laughed a little.
India gave her a little glare that was pretty damn sexy and reached behind Maisie to unclasp the bra, which wasn’t sexy in the slightest. Maisie let it gather in between them, and then India pulled it away and tossed it to the floor. India’s dark pupils grew even darker, and Maisie couldn’t resist touching her anymore. Her hands went to India’s back, and she rubbed up and down before she pressed herself to India and let her warmth overtake her. Her lips moved to India’s collarbone, kissing there but not lingering. She wanted to have her lips on India’s neck and her jaw.
“We should lie down,” India suggested.
“Why? I like you here,” she replied, sucking on India’s pulse point. “I have you right where I want you.”
“Oh, you’re going to fight me to be on top, aren’t you?” India said.
“Technically,you’reon top right now,” Maisie pointed out.
“So, that’s a yes,” India concluded.
Maisie moved her mouth to India’s breast, pulled a nipple into her mouth, and sucked lightly, waiting for India to respond.
“That’s definitely a yes,” India said as she wrapped her arms around Maisie’s neck.
“You still want to lie down?” Maisie asked before she licked the nipple she’d just brought to a point.
“Yes,” India replied. “But I’d–”
“You want to have your head against the pillow right now, don’t you?” Maisie asked seriously, not wanting to tease India.
“Yes,” India said, sighing.
Maisie let go of her, allowing India to get up and stand in front of her. Then, Maisie spread her own legs and pulled India back in against her, holding her there while she kissed India’s stomach and bathed every exposed inch of skin she could reach with kisses and licks. She cupped India’s breasts and opened her eyes when she felt India moving.
“Off,” India said and wriggled out of her matching sleep pants, letting them gracefully fall down to her ankles before she stepped out of them.
“Oh, fuck,” Maisie said, pulling back a little. “You knew this would happen.”
“I hoped for it, yes, but if it didn’t, that would’ve been okay,” India said, running her hands along the sides of Maisie’s neck.
“You’re wearing…”
“My red lace, yes,” India replied. “I would’ve worn the matching bra, too, but that seemed like too much.”
“Can you… turn around, maybe?”
