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Madison paused on screen, breaking their kisses, and now, she commented on the moment, “I didn’t want to fuck this up. I was so torn.”

“Madison. Don’t you dare stop kissing me.”

Bonnie’s chest tightened at the sound of her own voice, remembering the desperation spiralling inside her. She watched the two of them, hands frantic, lips devouring the other, deepening the ache in her pelvis. Now, she ground her hips, letting out a soft whimper when she came up empty. Madison’s hands continued to tease, inching closer to her pussy, but not close enough.

Damn Madison’s stupid rules.

She bit her lip, feeling herself grow even wetter. “This is torture.” Her foot twitched, tension building between her legs.

Madison’s fingers dug into her thigh. “I’ll make it worth it. I promise.” Her husky voice only tightened the feeling. Bonnie rolled her hips, needing something to rub against, her breath heavy. “Patience, princess,” Madison whispered in her ear.

On screen, Madison tugged Bonnie’s leggings off, sliding her underwear to the side. Bonnie could almost feel the sweet relief of Madison’s tongue, hot and wet between her legs. She bucked again, and Madison’s fingers traced the waistband of her shorts. Teasingly close before moving away.

Bonnie’s moans ruffled through the speaker as Madison sank between her legs. Bonnie needed her there now. Her clit throbbed hard, and she shifted with a pained noise.

“Hearing you moan is my favourite sound.” Madison’s breath tickled her ear, sending a shiver up her spine. Bonnie grew louder in the background, and it tightened her stomach, hearing herself claim her pleasure so unapologetically. “Tell me. How’s it feel seeing yourself? Hearing how you gave yourself to me?”

Bonnie could barely speak she was so turned on. She wrapped her hand around Madison’s thigh, squeezing it.

Madison exhaled through her teeth. “That bad, huh? Tell me how much you love it.”

“God, Madison.” Bonnie twitched, arousal pooling in her underwear. “I’m so wet.”

Bonnie’s hands wound into Madison’s hair, her moans growing louder as her orgasm threatened to consume her. “Give it to me,” Madison commanded on screen. “I want you to flood my mouth.”

“Fuck.” Madison shifted beside her, her eyes glued to the moment Bonnie fell apart. “I want to taste you, soaking for me.”

Their heavy breathing filled the room, hands moving across each other with more force and purpose. Bonnie’s heart strained hard against her ribcage, every sense heightened.

In the video, Madison lifted her onto her lap on the lounger. Remembering the hard friction of the denim against her clit, Madison’s tongue in her mouth, her nails digging into her waist, Bonnie groaned.

Bonnie’s pussy ached. She pulled her lip between her teeth, biting hard. Seeing herself so sexual, so openly wanting, lit a fire deep inside her. Not being able to touch herself—or Madison—was the most erotic kind of torture.

On screen, Madison stood, wrapping Bonnie’s legs around her waist and walking her inside, away from the camera. The picture continued for a few seconds, the pool gentle and still, and then the video ended, leaving both of them panting on the sofa, their heartbeats racing.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Bonnie

They snapped together, hunger and desire surging with such sudden intensity, Bonnie’s stomach swooped. She climbed onto Madison’s lap, her mouth a fevered heat claiming hers. She rubbed herself against Madison’s thigh as Madison gripped her waist, guiding her movements. Bonnie couldn’t contain how good it felt. The friction between her legs was so perfect, her eyes fluttered closed.

Madison tugged Bonnie’s T-shirt over her head, freeing her breasts, and immediately took one into her mouth. Bonnie cried out as a sharp jolt of pleasure struck. Wet and rough, all teeth and tongues, Madison sucked hard, and Bonnie shuddered as every nerve flashed with heat.

Madison tipped her onto her back with a grunt, laying her on the sofa. Then she pulled back, her eyes deep and piercing. “Wait there.”

“What?” Her body ached, craving her touch, awakened with a pounding need.

Madison stood and ran towards her bedroom with such speed, she tripped over Bonnie’s T-shirt. The sight of her steadying herself on the doorjamb might’ve made Bonnie laugh if she weren’t so painfully turned on.

“Madison.” Bonnie squirmed, her hand dipping into her own shorts. “What are you doing?”

“Just wait,” she called.

Bonnie had done her fair share of waiting; her throbbing clit reminded her.

A drawer slammed. Madison cursed. Another rustle and the slap of feet against the floor. Then Madison hopped out of her bedroom, a harness pulled halfway around her waist, with one leg struggling to slide inside the other loop.

Laughter bubbled in Bonnie’s chest. Madison met her with a beautiful, disarming smirk, and warmth coated her in a completely different way. Pure happiness. Pinch-me disbelief.