Page 97 of Before the Encore

A tingle spread through her pussy as the words left her lips. “I’m yours.”

Madison spread her thighs, holding them firm as she drove into her. Her toned arms flexed, muscles shifting as her strong hands dug into her soft flesh.

“Yes, fuck! Like that.” Bonnie groaned at the delicious friction.

Movement in the window caught her eye, and adrenaline spiked in her chest. Worries of a peeper or a nosy neighbour drained away when she recognised the pale, toned behind. The synchronisation of the reflections thrusting, and the strap filling her. Pleasure tightened in her centre, heat cresting. She arched her back, a moan leaving her lips, and the woman in the window mirrored her.

“I can see us,” she panted, her muscles trembling.

Madison looked over her shoulder. “Our reflections? You like that do you?” She pushed her legs up higher, reaching a sensitive spot, driving her hips into her.

“God, yes.” Bonnie whimpered, alternating between the gorgeous woman fucking her, and their counterparts in the window. Madison’s tight arse tensing. Bonnie’s helpless form folding around hers. Sweat streaked Madison’s forehead, a sexy crease pinching her brow. Each thrust took Bonnie higher and higher until she could barely breathe.

“Look at me.” Madison fucked her with deep, perfect strokes. The length disappeared inside her, her pussy welcoming it. The sight made her buck and curse and dig her nails into Madison’s back.

Everything in her pulled, tightened, and snapped. Ecstasy flooded her veins with a blinding white, her body shuddering as Madison continued to plunge into her. Bonnie almost sat upright, her muscles burning, a guttural moan clawing out of her throat.

Madison slowed, gently removing the toy as Bonnie collapsed beneath her, her limbs a shaky mess. She took off the harness and opened up her arm. “Come here.”

Bonnie crawled towards her, needing a little assistance from Madison to snuggle into her chest. She sank into her warmth, breathing heavily, Madison’s heart thumping underneath her hand. She pressed a kiss to her peaked nipple, smiling when Madison flinched.

“I’m like a fucking loaded gun right now,” Madison whispered, voice gruff and deep. “Long distance should be a crime punishable by law.”

Bonnie laughed, kissing Madison’s nipple again and smiling when she jolted. She slid down her torso to rest between her legs, taking in her pink heat. She pushed her thighs open, her wetness stretching, and flicked her gaze to meet Madison’s.

“Holy fuck.” Madison bucked her pelvis. “The way you look at me.”

“I love the way you look at me too.” Bonnie flicked her tongue out, letting it brush lightly across Madison’s clit.

Madison gripped the back of Bonnie’s head as if grounding herself, like she needed something to keep her tethered. The tight tug at her scalp sent pleasure through her belly, encouraging her closer to Madison’s glistening centre.

Bonnie teased a little more, the rough gasps leaving Madison’s mouth feeding the feeling. When she sank her tongue deep, all the breath left Madison’s body, and she pressed herself into Bonnie’s face. Bonnie groaned, drinking in her sweet taste, her tongue and mouth lapping the silky texture. She hooked her hands around her solid thighs, pushing herself closer, then brought her attention to Madison’s swollen clit, swirling around the sensitive nub.

“That feels”—Madison tightened the grip in her hair, breathing hard—“so fucking good.”

Bonnie loved the taste of her, loved feeling her on the edge, having her hanging on every touch and flick of her tongue. Sensing she was close, she brushed her fingers through her folds, coating them in Madison’s slick. She let her squirm a little before sinking two inside her, and instantly, Madison tightened around her fingers with a groan.

Bonnie sucked at her clit, rolling her tongue, her hand dipping in and out of her slowly, curling to brush the sensitive spot inside.

“Like that. Oh shit—” Madison tugged hard at her scalp as she unravelled beneath her, cursing Bonnie’s name. She grunted, eyes dipping, barely able to stay open. Her hips pushed against Bonnie’s mouth as aftershocks rolled through her thighs, and then she lay back, her grip still tight in Bonnie’s hair. “Fuck,” she said in a rough exhale, gaze swimming with softness. Her lips lifted at the edges. “That was some housewarming present.”

“I thought about getting you a slushie machine, but it wouldn’t fit in my suitcase.”

A volcanic-like gurgle erupted from Madison’s stomach, and Bonnie laughed, the movement flaring heat across her tired abs.

“Oh my god.” Madison pressed her hand to her belly. “I’m starving.”

They devoured the rest of the takeaway leftovers and curled up naked on the sofa. Madison caught her up on the latest recording studio day drama: Frank got the face on when his request to add crashing waves to a track was refused; Kam puked up chocolate milk after their night out celebrating the finish; and Madison admitted she’d had a honey ginger tea to help sooth her voice and now she enjoyed the taste.

“What’s your plans now?” Bonnie asked, tracing a finger along a dip in Madison’s navel.

“Spend as much time between your thighs as possible.” She shrugged when Bonnie batted at her, a grin curling her mouth. “Release the album. Tour. Roberto wants to do some more collaborations to get more reach.”

Dread filled Bonnie’s veins, cold like ice. She dipped her head, tracing a line of brown freckles across Madison’s stomach, jagged like a mountain range. Before she could voice the name worming into her brain like a parasite, Madison untangled their legs to scoot across the sofa and pluck her notebook from the floor.

She scribbled something in the margin, then tucked the pencil between her teeth.

“What’re you writing?”