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“Oh?” Lydia murmured, smiling as she flicked open the button on Zann’s slacks and pulled her zipper down. “How wet?”

Playfulness sparked in Zann’s eyes as she dragged her hand from Lydia’s ass up her back, taking her dress with her so that the night had an unobstructed view of her black La Perla thong for a protracted moment before the dress slipped free and rippled back into place. “Why don’t you find out…”

Never one to back down from a challenge, Lydia nipped at Zann’s lower lip as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her underwear and tugged them and her slacks down over her hips. She held her gaze as she pushed the clothes lower, lower, lower until gravity took over, and she couldn’t resist stealing another kiss as she caressed her bared thighs and behind, letting Zann feel not just the brush of her dress against her skin, but the cool night air as well.

She smiled when Zann whimpered pleadingly and bucked against her, and scratched a light line over the curve of her perfect ass with her right index finger as she pulled back to husk, “Don’t mind if I do,” against her lips before sinking to her knees.

“Oh, god,” Zann rasped, her chest rising and falling enticingly as she stared down at her with dark, dark eyes.

Lydia silently echoed the sentiment as the scent of Zann’s arousal, so spicy and sweet, enveloped her, and she licked her lips as she cupped her ass to draw her closer so she could press a wet, open-mouthed kiss to her hip.

“You smell so good,” she murmured as she kissed her way lower, humming approvingly at the way Zann widened her stance as much as her slacks that were trapped around her ankles allowed. She held Zann’s gaze as she dipped her chin between her thighs, and stared, utterly entranced by the pleasure that sharpened her features when she leaned in and kissed the soft curls at the apex of her thighs.

So fucking gorgeous.

Zann’s hands found her hair, long fingers twisting through the loose strands and tugging lightly as she whimpered needfully. She shuffled her feet, trying to widen her stance that little bit more. “Fuck, Lydia, please.”

Lydia’s stomach clenched, and her already sodden panties were further ruined by the desperation in Zann’s tone. She tightened her grip on her ass as her gaze dipped to appreciate the view right in front of her face, and her breath caught when she saw that Zann was absolutely soaked.

“Oh, baby,” she exhaled, nearly as affected by the sight of Zann’s need as she’d been by her touch. She caressed her ass as she sank lower to kiss the inside of her left thigh, and then her right, her stomach fluttering at the hint of arousal that coated her lips. “Fuck, you’re delicious,” she moaned as she buried her face between her legs.

Lydia caressed Zann’s ass as she took her time slowly devouring her, alternating between long, heavy licks through the length of her that left her cheeks and chin absolutely drenched with her sweetness and light, teasing, swirling flicks of her tongue against her clit. She let the tenor of Zann’s cries and the hands in her hair guide her to what was wanted, what was needed.

Her clit throbbed sympathetically in time with Zann’s desperately rolling hips as she teased every last drop of pleasure she could from her body before orgasm overwhelmed her. A pleasant buzz filled her head and skittered across her skin as the hands in her hair tightened and Zann began rocking against her mouth, and she scratched sharp lines over the plump curve of her ass and down her thighs as she flattened her tongue against Zann’s clit so she could take what she needed.

Later, she would take her time to draw things out and tease Zann until she was a babbling, unintelligible mess, but right now she just wanted her to come all over her face.

It wasn’t long before Zann’s thighs began to tremble against her cheeks, and she moaned loudly, knowing that Zann wouldn’t hear her over the increasing volume of her gasps and cries, but trusting that she’d feel it. She wanted her to know that she was enjoying this just as much as she was, and her eyes rolled back in her head when Zann’s hips sped and sped and sped and then stalled, pressing down hard, a gush of wetness coating her chin as Zann let out a positively feral shout of ecstasy.

She lapped at the heady sweetness of Zann’s climax as she trembled and gasped above her, extending her release for as long as she could.

Delicious.

Eventually, the hands in her hair loosened, and Zann’s hips stilled, completely spent. She licked her lips as she sank back on her heels as Zann slumped against the door with a sound that was half-laugh, half-moan, half-disbelief.

“Jesus,” Zann muttered as she blinked her eyes open to smile down at her. “That…” She reached down to wrap a gentle hand around the back of Lydia’s neck. “C’mere.”

Lydia chuckled at Zann’s utter inability to form a coherent sentence, and grabbed her waist for balance as she stood. She smoothed her thumbs over the jut of Zann’s hipbones as she used her body to pin her to the door, not just for support or connection, but protection as well. Zann had shown an incredible amount of trust in letting her have her like this out in the open, where anyone could have walked in on them, and she wanted her to know that she was safe. Her heart squeezed as a gentle look of absolute wonder spread across Zann’s blissed-out expression.

“You…” Zann blinked slowly, as if coming out of a daze, and dropped her forehead to Lydia’s. “That was incredible.”

Lydia dragged her right hand up Zann’s side to cup her cheek. Warmth bloomed in her chest at the way Zann leaned into the touch and stared back at her with gentle, adoring eyes, and she traced the curve of Zann’s cheek with her thumb. “You’re incredible,” she whispered, her voice thick with the weight of just how much she meant it. Though she knew that barely twenty-four hours had passed since they’d met, it felt like they’d known each other for so much longer. She lifted her chin to kiss Zann sweetly. “I am so glad I met you.”

A happy sigh slipped from Zann’s lips as she chased after the kiss. “Me too.”

Zann curled her fingers as Lydia sank back down onto them with a hushed, broken moan befitting the early-morning sunlight that was beginning to fill the room. It’d been close to midnight by the time they had tired themselves out, but Lydia’s internal clock was still firmly set to Eastern Standard, so she’d been awoken by soft lips pressing ever softer kisses over her chest just as dawn had begun to break.

Not that she was complaining.

Shit, she’d give up sleep completely if it meant she got to have Lydia like this. The pleasure that played across Lydia’s face as she rode her was nearly as hypnotic as the bounce and sway of her breasts, and she caressed Lydia’s side with her free hand as she planted her feet on the bed and lifted her hips to meet her next thrust.

“Fuck yes.” Lydia tipped her head back with a rumbling, appreciative groan. “That’s so good.”

“Yes, you are,” Zann murmured. She scratched a line up Lydia’s ribs to pinch her nipple, and smiled through the effort of her next thrust at the feeling of Lydia clenching around her fingers. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

White teeth sank into a deliciously rosy lip as Lydia nodded and blinked her eyes open. Her hair fell around her face as she tipped forward to husk, “So close,” against Zann’s lips before kissing her slow and deep and dirty as she continued to ride her hand. She braced her weight on her right hand as she broke the kiss, and tucked her hair behind her ear with her left as she nuzzled Zann’s lips. “But I don’t want to come yet,” she added in that same smoky, sex-fueled voice.

Zann groaned as she clenched at Lydia’s confession. The feeling of Lydia clinging to her as she purposefully slowed her thrusts only heightened her arousal, and she roughly pinched Lydia’s nipple as she lifted her head to chase after her lips. “Lyds…”