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The move drove her fingers deeper into their velvet sheath, and Lydia whined as she pushed her back onto the bed. She arched her back and rolled her hips in a sinfully slow circle. “Not yet.”

Zann hissed and let her head fall back to the pillow to drink in the sight of Lydia’s tits swaying and abs flexing as she fucking flooded her hand with arousal. She had no idea how Lydia was holding herself off because she was two seconds from coming just from watching her, but damn if she didn’t enjoy the view.

Still, it’d be even sweeter to watch Lydia fall, to feel her tremble and clench around her fingers, and she tweaked her nipple again as she entreated, “Baby…”

Lydia shook her head, the set of her jaw determined as she sat up straighter and slowed even more.

The slow, slow, slow push and pull was downright torturous in the best possible way, and Zann groaned as she hooked the end of Lydia’s piercing and gave it a little tug before letting her hand fall to rest on Lydia’s thigh.

“What do you need?” she asked as she stroked the length of taut, flexing muscles.

Lydia’s eyes fluttered as she pitched forward to brace her hands on the bed above Zann’s shoulders. The change in position made it so that her nipples brushed against Zann’s when she rocked forward, and a cracked little mewl cracked in her throat at the contact. Her throat bobbed as she dragged her eyes open. Only the thinnest ring of her warm, beautiful brown irises were visible, and Zann’s breath caught at the way those dark, hungry eyes dipped to her mouth as she husked, “Make me earn it.”

“Fuck…”

Lydia smiled, clearly pleased by the effect she was having on her. She pressed down onto Zann’s fingers and held there as she cocked a brow challengingly. “Can you do that?”

Zann groaned and grabbed Lydia’s waist as she twisted her hips to flip their position. She kissed away the sharp gasp of surprise that the change in position coaxed from Lydia’s lips, and smiled as she lingered close, nuzzling her cheek and letting their breaths mingle. She curled her fingers hard as she pulled out, dragging her fingertips with devastating precision over hidden ridges that made Lydia flutter around her.

Two seconds ago, she’d wanted nothing more than to make Lydia come, but if Lydia wanted to work for it, she was going to make damn sure that Lydia was fucking begging for it before she let her fall.

“Oh, I can definitely do that,” she promised as she let her knees slide out to spread Lydia wider. She rocked lightly at Lydia’s entrance, teasing her with the promise of fullness and friction before, with a grin, she pressed inside. Lydia opened for her beautifully, pulling her in deeper, and her stomach tightened at the sound of Lydia’s breath hitching. She nipped at Lydia’s lower lip as she eased her momentum to give her clit the lightest of brushes with the heel of her palm before letting her chest fall as she sank into another slow, heavy retreat that drew the sweetest moan from Lydia’s throat. “Like this?”

Lydia’s fingers dug into the wings of her back, and she nodded as she pulled her closer. Her hips lifted to chase after Zann’s fingers as they hovered just barely inside her, and her voice was thick with arousal as she encouraged, “Fuck, Zann. Yes, just like that…”

Zann touched her forehead to Lydia’s and settled more of her weight on her left forearm as she rocked forward once more. She let the bite of Lydia’s short nails into her back and the hitched, breathy cries of pleasure that spilled from her lips guide her as she steadily worked her up, up, up before altering the force and tempo of her thrusts to ease her back from that euphoric edge before Lydia tumbled over it. It was a dance that came dangerously easy, considering the short amount of time they’d known each other. She played Lydia’s body like she’d been born to do it, changing from three fingers to two then back again, and shifting between curling, twisting, scissoring when she was buried inside her, never letting her sink too deep into the heat that was soaking the sheet beneath her ass.

Lydia was blindly, desperately writhing by the fourth time Zann had walked her back, and Zann slid her index finger alongside her middle and ring as she used her hips to drive her next thrust. She wouldn’t have been surprised if the shout Lydia let out when her palm smacked wetly against her clit carried well beyond the walls of the cottage, but damn if she didn’t care as she teased Lydia’s lips with her tongue as she pulled slowly, slowly, so goddamn slowly back out.

“Please,” Lydia whined, her voice enchantingly rough from screaming, when Zann didn’t press immediately back in. She arched her back, lifting her chest so their nipples brushed together as she rolled her hips needfully against Zann’s fingertips. “Fuck, please. I—”

Zann’s stomach clenched as she drank in Lydia’s flushed cheeks, dark, lidded eyes, and the perfect pout of her mouth as she struggled to catch her breath. She was a beautiful mess, and Zann’s heart swelled with pure wonderment that she was the one who’d brought this out of her.

I’d do this forever, she thought as she dipped her head to nuzzle Lydia’s lips. “Please, what?” She held her breath at the feeling of Lydia tightening ever so briefly around her fingers in a foreshock of her impending release, and let it go in a controlled exhale when the pressure eased. “Do you want to come?”

Zann clenched sympathetically when the pressure around her fingers increased again as Lydia, eyes dark and pleading, nodded. God, she’s magnificent. “Words, Lyds,” she prodded huskily.

“Fuck…”

Zann smiled. “I am fucking you.”

“You are,” Lydia moaned. “Please, Zann.”

Zann crooked her fingers and rocked that little bit deeper. “Please, what, beautiful?” She shifted her weight and began to pull out. “You need to ask for it.”

Lydia’s eyes fluttered shut when her fingertips brushed heavily over that magical spot inside her, and she tipped her head back, exposing the full, exquisite length of her throat as she begged, “Please, baby. I need it. Fuck. I—” She groaned as she clenched at the frantic tenor of her own begging. Her hands scrabbled over Zann’s back as she writhed against her hand, and her voice was so pitched and fucking needy when she begged, “Oh, god, Zann, please let me come. Please let me come. Please let me—” that Zann gave up the tease and dipped her head to bite at her throat as she drove her hips forward once more.

She pressed her cheek to Lydia’s as she fucked her hard and deep, letting her breaths fall in heavy, ragged waves against her ear as she took everything Lydia was giving her and demanded more. Her eyes rolled back in her head when long, strong legs wrapped around her waist to pull her closer, deeper as Lydia’s pleasure began to overwhelm her. Five, six, seven thrusts later, Lydia’s thighs began to quake, and two strokes later, Lydia let out a scream of pure, erotic relief as she came so hard that Zann’s knuckles were crushed so painfully together that she couldn’t have moved her fingers even if she’d wanted to.

Zann’s climax that she’d been denying spread through her belly and down her thighs when she began to move again after that first, overwhelming wave eased. It built steadily as she worked Lydia through her release with long, slow strokes that were as achingly gentle as the words of encouragement she murmured against Lydia’s ear, and when she finally tumbled over that blissful edge, it was with a hushed, trembling moan.

Her thrusts gradually slowed as the waves of their pleasure faded and a warm, golden afterglow settled over them, and she kissed Lydia sweetly as she carefully pulled out and shifted to lay against her side. She braced her head on her left hand, and her chest tightened at the thoroughly pleased smile that bowed Lydia’s perfect mouth as her right hand smeared a wet stripe over Lydia’s hip.

She’s seriously too beautiful to be real.

“You okay?”

Lydia licked her lips as she blinked her eyes open to look at her. “My god, Zann,” she murmured, her voice rough from screaming. “That was…”