Page 71 of Before the Encore

“Good…’Cos I want to taste you. All of you.” Bonnie pressed her body into her, fingers circling Madison’s clit. “Is that okay?”

Madison sucked air through her teeth, her pussy aching. “Yep. We can talk after. No problem.”

Bonnie sank down to her knees, hands brushing Madison’s thighs and grasping her jeans. Madison helped her by kicking them off, leaving her standing in her soaked black boxers. Bonnie hooked inside the waistband, then dragged those down her legs too.

Bonnie parted Madison’s thighs and kneeled between them.

Madison ached with anticipation, her hands tightening into fists. “You’re killing me.”

“Don’t be such a diva,” Bonnie teased, running her tongue up the inside of her leg. Madison shivered, hairs standing on end as she planted kisses closer to her centre. Then with a devilish smile that turned her insides to goo, Bonnie swept her tongue through the length of her.

Fuck. Madison pressed back against the counter, heat rippling through every nerve ending. Bonnie’s warmth found her with another lap of her tongue.

She wants me.

Her gaze fell to the woman kneeling at her feet, pleasure sparking through her when those beautiful eyes lifted to meet her own.

Bonnie sucked her clit gently, and Madison groaned, her chest tightening. Her fingers squeezed the counter until her knuckles burned white.

“Do you like me on my knees, Madison?”

She swirled her tongue again, sucking and kissing with that gorgeous mouth of hers. Madison swallowed, pressure winding tight in her core.

“Cat got your tongue, hmm?” Bonnie blinked up at her, teasing, and dammit, Madison loved it.

She loved how Bonnie had the ability to turn her eyes into thumping cartoon love hearts. How easily she made her mind dizzy with her touch. And how Bonnie knew it and teased her for it. Madison loved that.

“Some might say—” Madison’s voice came out dry and scratchy. She wet her lips. “Some might say…you’re wasting t-talent with a career in the music business.”

Bonnie smiled into her, then sucked harder, making Madison buck and shudder against her face.

Her thighs trembled. “F-fuck.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should.”

“I’ve finally found the secret to getting Madison Moore to shut up.” She lapped at her, hot and wet, and Madison could barely breathe, feeling herself drip down her thighs. “Up on the counter.” Bonnie stood, failing to hide a grin when Madison attempted a pathetic hop onto the countertop and missed.

“My legs don’t work.” She laughed, and Bonnie guided her with her hands, pushing her up onto the cool surface.

Bonnie spread Madison’s legs and placed herself between them. Her mouth glistened with Madison’s arousal, the sight making her pussy clench. Then Bonnie’s mouth was back where she needed it, hot and wet, tongue silky and perfect, drawing a deep moan from Madison’s throat. She quickened the pace, and Madison slammed back onto the marble, gaze tearing up at the crystal chandelier. Another moan ripped from her lips, and she gripped the back of Bonnie’s head. Bonnie pressed closer, deeper, fingers gripping her thighs.

“Fuck,” Madison managed as pleasure coiled tighter in her chest. “Fuck. I want to see you.” She pushed herself onto an elbow, abs burning, breathing loud. She tugged Bonnie’s hair, raising her head, but she didn’t break her rhythm. That perfect pink tongue flicked and lapped at her clit, and watching it…oh god—

“I’m gonna come.” Madison threaded her fingers tighter into Bonnie’s hair. “Fuck, I’m—” Her muscles burned hot, then fired white, flooding her senses with the highest pleasure. A deep moan scraped her throat, feeding on every swipe of Bonnie’s tongue. Her legs trembled around her face, her orgasm pulsing through her until she couldn’t see.

She collapsed on the counter, crystals swaying in her vision. Bonnie let out a happy hum, hands sliding up her shaky legs and under the hem of her T-shirt.

Madison’s lungs heaved, her throat dry.

Bonnie’s hands brushed Madison’s abs and over her bra, teasing at her peaked nipples. “You’re beautiful when you come.”

With a huff and a groan, Madison sat up, wrapping her legs around Bonnie. “Beautiful?” The word rolled uncomfortably off her tongue.

“What?” She lifted a shoulder but didn’t meet Madison’s gaze.

“No one has ever called me that.”