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Lydia hissed something that passed for agreement when the fingers clamped around her nipple began to match the ones moving between her legs, squeezing hard with every heavy press and relaxing as the pressure against her clit eased. She panted desperately against Zann’s mouth and writhed against her hand as she continued to touch her over her panties. She knew that she could absolutely come just like this—and likely would, far too soon for her liking, if Zann kept it up—but she wanted more. Wanted to feel the heat of Zann’s touch against her skin. Wanted to lose herself in the slick, sinful glide of skin on intimate skin and the delicious stretch of Zann filling her.

She tightened her hold on Zann’s hair as she arched her chest and rolled her hips needfully, pushing herself into Zann’s hands, desperate for more contact, more pressure, more friction.

“Please touch—” She started, but the rest of her plea lodged in her throat when Zann hooked her panties out of the way to run two fingers through her folds. She clung to Zann as those fingers settled over her clit, to smear wide, wet circles over the bud. The sound of Zann’s hand working between her legs was absolutely dirty, and she pressed harder against the door as she chased shamelessly after the touch.

“More?” Zann rasped.

She nodded, too lost in the pleasure overwhelming her to form any kind of cogent response, and groaned when Zann demanded one anyway.

“How many?”

She licked at Zann’s lips. “Three. I need— Oh god yes,” she moaned loudly as Zann’s fingers curled and pressed deep inside her.

If the sound of Zann’s hand working between her thighs had been dirty, the wet sounds of her moving in and out of her were nothing short of debauched. She squeezed her eyes shut as Zann’s palm ground against her clit and those long, talented fingers curled inside of her, pressing in that perfect spot that made colors dance across the backs of her eyelids, and tried desperately to focus on her breathing to hold her building release at bay as Zann began fucking her slow and hard and deep.

“Okay?” Zann checked, sounding like she was having just as much trouble controlling herself.

“So good,” Lydia whimpered as she clenched around Zann’s fingers. She wasn’t going to be able to hold off if Zann kept talking.

Lydia pulled at Zann’s hair to close the distance between them and claim her lips in a fantastically messy kiss. She moaned into Zann’s mouth as the fingers on her breast twisted her piercing, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to her clit, and then moaned even louder when their kisses slowed to match Zann’s pointed, purposeful thrusts as she fucked her.

It was all she could do to cling to Zann as she lost herself in the taste of her kiss and the heavenly push and pull and tweak and roll of her fingers. She whined as she struggled against the inevitable that loomed larger and larger with every masterful thrust, and tore her mouth away from Zann’s with a gasp when her building orgasm began to crest.

“Oh god,” she panted as she bore down on Zann’s hand. “Please, Zann. Please. Please. I need—”

What she needed was lost to the heat of Zann’s kiss as she moaned into her mouth, the fingers inside her curling deliciously to massage the spot that never failed to make her see stars. Her head swam as her release buzzed around her, tempting, promising, but not quite overtaking her, and she groaned as she broke away again to steal a proper breath. The influx of oxygen helped slow the spinning in her head, and she fisted her hand in Zann’s hair as she surrendered to the need pulsing through her and bore down on her hand, chasing the climax she’d been trying to delay.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Zann rasped as she pulled out so goddamn maddeningly slowly that Lydia felt fucking everything. “Come for me, Lyds.” She nuzzled her lips as she buried her fingers once more with so much force that it rocked Lydia up onto her toes. “I want to hear you scream.”

“Shit,” Lydia gasped. She tugged Zann closer, and keened against her lips as the first rippling wave of her orgasm swept through her.

“Yes, beautiful. That’s it. Let me hear you.”

Lydia screamed as that little bit of encouragement pushed her over the edge. It was muffled quickly by Zann’s mouth, but the vibration of Zann’s answering moans crashing against hers only drove her pleasure that much higher.

Hours could have passed for all she knew as she came back down, her pleasure extended for a blissful eternity by the way Zann continued to fuck her slowly as she peppered her lips and cheeks and throat with tender, adoring kisses. She leaned all her weight on Zann as the waves of her release faded to a golden memory, and idly caressed the arm still braced across her chest.

“That was…” Lydia’s voice trailed off into a thoroughly contented sigh. She patted Zann’s arm. “Yeah.”

“It was,” Zann agreed, a smile evident in her tone. She made hushed sounds of apology as she carefully pulled out, and pressed a kiss to Lydia’s temple as she wrapped a wet hand around her hip to support her. “I was so very close to taking you like that this morning when you were standing here, all beautiful and naked. You know that?”

Lydia smiled at the memory of the exchange. “I wouldn’t have minded at all,” she admitted as she turned in Zann’s arms.

“God, now you tell me,” Zann grumbled playfully.

“Well, now you know,” Lydia chuckled. Her stomach fluttered at the feeling of Zann’s hand, still slick with the evidence of her release, wrapping possessively around the left cheek of her behind and drawing their hips together, and she looped her arms around Zann’s neck as she pressed onto her toes to brush a tender kiss across her lips. “But the question now is,” she purred, “do I get to have you here?” Emboldened by the way Zann’s grip on her ass tightened as her breath audibly hitched, she whispered, “I want to get on my knees for you.” She licked at the seam of Zann’s lips, trying to taste the moan that spilled from them as Zann’s mouth angled over hers. “Will you let me?”

Zann’s eyes fluttered prettily as she swayed into her. “Lydia…”

Lydia smiled and scratched at the nape of Zann’s neck as she continued to nuzzle her cheek, teasing her with the fall of her breath against her lips. “I want you to come against my mouth. Please let me have you.”

“Fuck, yes…” Zann hissed.

Lydia’s heart swooped into her throat at the hunger etched into Zann’s voice, and she surged forward to capture her lips in a positively searing kiss. She dropped to her heels as she used her body and the pressure of the kiss to twist their position so she could press Zann back against the door. Her pulse thrummed at Zann’s submission, and she dragged her hands heavily over her shoulders to grab and massage her breasts as their tongues swirled hotly together.

She hummed when the kiss eventually broke, and pecked Zann’s lips as she gave up fondling her breasts to start undoing her pants. “You’re sure?” she checked as she undid her belt.

“Yes.” Zann rolled her hips needfully. “I’m so wet for you.”