India curled them in time with her strokes against Maisie’s clit and listened to Maisie’s sounds as her orgasm started to build.
“Tell me,” she said.
“Faster now.”
India thrust then and removed her hand from Maisie’s clit to hold on to her hip.
“You can touch–”
She didn’t have to finish that sentence because Maisie’s hand had moved to her own clit, and she was rubbing it fast.
“I know,” Maisie said.
India smirked and thrust until Maisie was coming loudly.
“India!”
“Yes, baby,” India said softly. “Yes!”
Maisie flopped down onto her face when she was done coming, which forced India’s fingers out of her, and India moved on top of her, kissing Maisie’s back all over, pushing her hair out of the way to kiss her shoulders and neck.
“I’m going to need a minute before that other thing,” Maisie muttered against India’s pillow.
“I have another idea,” she said.
“Hmm?”
“We could take a break,” India replied.
Maisie grunted in response to that suggestion, and India laughed against her skin.
“I said a break, not that we’re done for the night,” she added. “I could start us a nice, hot bubble bath in that jacuzzi tub you like, and we could hold each other.”
“We’re going to be up all night, aren’t we?” Maisie asked.
“Oh, definitely,” she replied, lowering herself until she was kissing Maisie’s right asscheek. “You have a cute ass, by the way.”
“Yeah?” Maisie laughed.
“Yes,” India said. “Also, if we add bubblesandturn on the jets, it’s going to make a mess in there.”
“Oh, no. I guess we shouldn’t do that,” Maisie replied, turning over.
India moved back up her body and said with a wink, “Probably not.”
“You’ve already let so much mess in your life recently. I’m not sure you could handle another one,” Maisie teased as she wrapped her arms around India’s neck.
“Just for that, I’m going to addextrabubbles, and you’re going to make me come in that tub.”
Maisie nodded and replied, “My girlfriend has the best ideas.”
India smiled down at her and said, “And mine is perfect for me.”
CHAPTER 33
One week later
Maisie woke up with India lying beside her and smiled. India was wearing an old T-shirt of Maisie’s because she had stayed over for the third night in a row and had run out of her clothes. Maisie didn’t have a washer or dryer, but there was a laundry room downstairs in her building. India had refused to use it and insisted on wearing Maisie’s clothes to sleep in, and they had agreed to go to India’s place that night. With the city council meeting being today, though, Maisie needed to practice her presentation some more, and she wanted to be in the comfort of her own home to do it. India had been a bit of a distraction because she’d essentially been walking around in a T-shirt and panties whenever she was there, but they’d managed to balance having sex with Maisie’s need to prepare.
