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Lydia squeezed her eyes shut as she chased the exquisite pressure building inside her, and she was only vaguely aware of the pleas and gasps and moans that escaped her on heavy, ragged, desperate breaths as her climax built and built and built and built until it finally, finally began to crest.

She cried Zann’s name to the heavens as release loomed over her, trapping her in a state of pure euphoria for a glorious moment before it broke and pleasure pulsed through her in golden, cleansing waves. She relaxed her hold on Zann’s hand and combed her fingers through her hair as soft kisses and even softer licks drew out her pleasure until she was a breathless, positively boneless mess.

Eyes closed to bask in the kaleidoscope of sensations licking their way over her skin and through her veins, she licked her lips to find her voice again so she could rasp, “Kiss me.”

A laugh caught in her throat when Zann hummed and tenderly kissed her clit, making her hips buck as pleasure bolted through her, and she weakly tried to tug her higher.

She scratched at Zann’s scalp as Zann obliged the wordless request, and sighed against her mouth as it slanted over her own. The kiss was slow and gloriously indulgent, and she moaned at the taste of herself on Zann’s tongue.

“That was incredible,” she murmured when they finally broke apart.

“You’re incredible,” Zann replied, her tone awed as she stretched out against Lydia’s side.

Lydia hummed as Zann’s lips found hers once more, and she let go of Zann’s hand on her hip so she could cradle her face as she basked in the gentleness of the moment. Her heart swelled at the way Zann used her newly freed hand to caress her side as that initial kiss melted into a third, fourth, tenth. It was so perfectly, exquisitely tender that tears stung her eyes, and she blinked them away when their kisses tapered off to a string of lingering, tender pecks.

She’d never felt so cherished in all her life.

“I could do this forever,” Zann whispered.

Lydia’s heart squeezed, and she pressed her fingertips to the hinge of Zann’s jaw, urging her closer as she confessed, “I’d let you.”

She sighed against Zann’s mouth as the hand on her side drifted lower to stroke her upper thigh, and rolled her leg out wider in invitation when a single questing finger brushed ever so lightly against her damp curls.

“Can I have you again?” Zann asked, her voice hushed with an unmistakable reverence.

Lydia nodded and lifted her head to kiss her. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

Zann’s eyes fluttered. “Yeah?” When Lydia just stroked her cheek and hummed quietly in assent, she asked hesitantly, “And if I want to keep you?”

Lydia’s breath caught at the fragile longing that cracked in Zann’s voice, and she held Zann’s gaze as she lifted her head to kiss her again. “I’d be very okay with that,” she confessed, the words lost to the heat of Zann’s mouth as it slanted over hers in a deep, searing kiss.

The sun was only just beginning to rise when Zann was coaxed from sleep by the feeling of Lydia’s lips pressing slow, unmistakably reverent kisses along her spine. She stretched her arms over her head, and held her breath against the fluttery feeling that rippled through her chest when Lydia hummed and shifted against her side so she could kiss her way even lower.

“Do you not sleep?” Zann mumbled through a smile, still tired but more than content to bask in the gentleness of Lydia’s attention.

A puff of laughter tickled the small of her back as Lydia dragged the tip of her nose over the spot she’d just kissed. “Do you not like this?”

Zann pressed her chest into the mattress as she lifted her ass toward the heat of Lydia’s mouth that was painting a languid stripe toward the base of her spine. “I absolutely do.”

Lydia’s lips bowed with a smile. “Good,” she exhaled as she wrapped a hand lightly around Zann’s hip and began kissing her way lower.

Zann’s stomach clenched at the warm tickle of Lydia’s breath against the sensitive skin of her ass, and she groaned when the hand on her hip slid inward to caress her lower belly as Lydia began lavishing her behind with kisses. Every kiss, every lick, every swipe of Lydia’s fingertips over her skin was unhurried and gloriously indulgent, and Zann rolled her hips back, offering more of herself to Lydia’s heavenly, meandering attention. Her stomach clenched as the move fully exposed her to the cooler air of the room, and she whimpered as a fresh wave of arousal crashed between her thighs at the sensation.

“Okay?” Lydia checked, her tone quietly pleased in a way that said she already knew what Zann’s answer would be. She hummed when Zann hissed an affirmative and lifted her ass even higher, unabashedly asking for more, and spread her fingers wide against Zann’s belly as she nipped at her behind. “Patience, darling.”

A plaintive moan broke in Zann’s throat as a familiar warmth bloomed low in her belly, beneath the solid press of Lydia’s hand splayed there, at the affection that textured Lydia’s voice. “I need you.”

She squeezed her eyes shut as Lydia’s fingertips pressed firmly against her stomach, anchoring them both to each other and this moment, and she fluttered around nothing when Lydia murmured, in a voice thick with ardor, “You have me.”

There was no mistaking the candor that reverberated in each of those three words, and Zann’s breath caught as the weight of it all slammed into her. Yes, she’d meant it without reservation when she’d told Lydia the same thing last night, but she’d been so focused on making Lydia feel good that she hadn’t given a moment’s pause to consider that the reverse might be true as well.

And yet…

“You have me,” Lydia repeated as she shifted behind her, dragging a kiss back to the small of Zann’s back. She pressed a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the left dimple at the base of Zann’s spine, and then the right, each kiss punctuated by a hushed “You have me” that quaked with so much emotion that it stole the air from Zann’s lungs.

Zann’s heart swelled as Lydia kissed her way higher and higher, every brush of lips followed by another trembling promise, and she rolled onto her back with a sigh when those heavenly kisses began reverently mapping the line of her jaw.

She tangled her hands in Lydia’s hair as their mouths slanted together, their tongues stroking and swirling with a languid, molten intensity as Lydia settled on top of her. She moaned as their legs tangled and Lydia’s hips rocked forward to paint a thick, wet stripe of desire along her thigh, and dragged her right hand from Lydia’s hair to trace the line of her side so she could grab a handful of her ass and pull her closer.