Page 76 of WASP

Annie grinned, sliding a bookmark between the pages, snapping the book shut. “I’m a slow reader. But I’ve renewed this as many times as the library will let me, so it’s time to finish.” She set the paperback on the coffee table alongside Max’s half-filled jungle landscape painting.

Max shifted, getting herself comfortable for the inevitable that was bound to happen in three...two...one. She smiled to herself as Annie scooted closer, draping her legs across her lap. Max scooped her up, their lips finding each other easily, magnetically. She sighed into the familiar feeling of kissing Annie.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that,” she whispered.

“Of what?” Annie’s eyes bore into hers, perfect and intense, bursting with blue and golden hues.

“Kissing you first thing in the morning.” She slid her hand up the length of Annie’s exposed thigh, fingers toying with the hem of her linen sleep shorts, the set with little rubber duckies that she had offhandedly mentioned to Annie she thought were cute.

“I do like the kissing,” Annie murmured, tilting her neck to the side to grant Max more space to explore, which she gladly took, moving along Annie’s jawline.

She kissed down Annie’s neck, loving the way her pulse fluttered under her movements. Even now, even after so many times at being at varying levels of undress with each other, she loved the way Annie’s body responded to her.

“The kissing is nice,” Max breathed against Annie’s neck, heat growing, radiating through her.

She wrapped an arm around Annie’s torso, her other guiding her thigh, urging Annie to straddle her. Annie didn’t need telling twice; she shifted, swinging her left leg over Max’s hips, pinning her in place. The old couch creaked beneath them and for a brief moment, Max wondered if there was a limit to how much strenuous activity it could withstand. But that thought flew out of her mind the moment Annie’s mouth was on hers.

A moan escaped her as Annie sucked on her bottom lip, nibbling gently. Kissing Annie felt like being inside of a kaleidoscope, each movement completely altering her reality. Max toyed with the buttons on Annie’s pajamas, desperate to ground herself with some type of productive movement. One by one, she clumsily worked the buttons free.

Annie shrugged out of her shirt, tossing it aside and leaning back, the pressure of her palms digging into Max’s thighs in the hottest way possible as she arched her chest, inviting Max to feast.

And feast she did.

Max’s hands flew to Annie’s breasts, cupping her, squeezing and massaging her before leaning forward, taking a nipple into her mouth. The rippled texture hardened with each swipe of her tongue.

“I love it when you do that,” Annie moaned, fingers weaving into Max’s hair as she held her head in place.

She shifted her attention to Annie’s other nipple, repeating her movements. Annie’s sighs and sharp inhales made her dizzy, and Max couldn’t help but wonder if this was what heaven would be like—an endless buffet of boobs and hard nipples while Annie rocked against her with need.

Max wrapped an arm around Annie, her fingertips tracing delicately down her ribs and further still, coming to rest against her lower back. In an impulsive move, she bit down the tiniest bit, testing how Annie would respond.

Annie groaned, a sound that if repeated would lead Max directly to her undoing. Challenge accepted. She did it again, this time a little harder. Again, Annie groaned, louder this time, tugging at her hair.

“Keep doing that,” Annie encouraged.

Annie shifted as Max moved her mouth back to her other nipple, circling the hardened peak with her tongue, eyes closed, enjoying the heat of their bodies pressed together, the sound of Annie’s pleasure, the feeling of her skin—the sheer sensory overload of it all. She wanted to get lost in this moment forever, but Annie’s voice hit her.

“Oh my god, oh my god.” Her chant was breathy and getting pitchier by the minute as Max worked her tongue, raising her other hand to pinch and squeeze at her. “Oh, mmm—oh, yes.”

“Touch yourself.” Max’s low, throaty voice against Annie’s nipple surprised her as she heard those words leave her mouth. She’d never heard herself need so audibly before, not with anyone.

But this was Annie—the one person she absolutely needed.

She glanced up, catching the way Annie’s eyes flew open, golden bursts pulsating behind blown pupils as their eyes met. But she didn’t protest. Not in the slightest. No. Annie followed her directions perfectly, slipping a manicured hand into her pajama pants and out of sight, leaving Max to fill in the blank with her imagination.

“I’m so wet,” Annie whined, panting as she shifted on top of her, rolling her hips against her own touch, but Max could barely focus as she sank into a kiss where it was impossible to tell where one person’s breath ended, and the other’s began.

“How do you want to come?” She murmured her question hot against Annie.

Annie’s head fell back, her long blond strands cascading over her shoulders as she touched herself right there in Max’s lap. “With you riding me,” she answered.

Max gulped, the mental images of what that could entail flooding her vision as Annie brought the fingers she had just touched herself with up, and fuck. Annie pressed the tips of her fingers to Max’s lips, the scent of her desire strong but nothing compared to the tangy taste still lingering on them as Max sucked eagerly.

Annie’s eyes were dark with desire as she continued. “I want to wear your strap. I want you on top of me, and I want to come when you come.”

Max released Annie’s fingers from her mouth, having licked them completely clean. “What are you waiting for?” She grinned, bringing her hand down on Annie’s ass in a playful smack.

Annie climbed off her lap, holding out her hand, which Max took as she led them back to the bedroom. Max fished around the nightstand drawer on her side of the bed, watching out of the corner of her eye as Annie undressed, laying her naked body across the bed. She fought the distraction and retrieved the harness and a bright pink glittery dildo. Annie smirked.