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A groan caught and cracked in Zann’s throat as her hips twitched before she tightened her hold on Lydia’s waist and rocked back into a controlled retreat.

It was an exquisite tease, and Lydia whined when Zann extended it by pausing for two, three, four truncated rocking thrusts that had the head of the dildo bobbing against her before, with a sharp thrust, she buried herself inside her.

“God, yes,” Lydia hissed when Zann filled her again, the hushed cry drowned out by the slap of Zann’s hips against her ass, and she twisted her fingers in the duvet as she strained against the hands holding her still when she tried to chase Zann’s next retreat.

“I’ve got you, love,” Zann murmured as she snapped her hips forward again. When Lydia whimpered and sank forward, she stroked a heavy hand up her back, pressing her down against the mattress as she rocked back and then drove into her powerfully once more. “Mm, that’s it. Good girl.”

Lydia choked on a moan as she clenched around the length buried inside her. She turned her head to the side and sucked in a deep breath as she relaxed completely beneath Zann, giving herself over to her without reservation as Zann began fucking her in earnest.

It was incredible.

Lydia bit her lip, torn between wanting to hold back the heat of her building climax that blossomed to keep it from spreading through her and giving herself over to the hot, pulsing rush that would set her body alight. She wanted to come, god, she really, really wanted to come, but this was so, so fucking good that she didn’t want it to ever end.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Zann asked, reaching up to gently brush her hair away from her face even as she continued to pound into her relentlessly.

The juxtaposition was divine, and Lydia swore as her body, already so open for Zann, found a way to take her even deeper.

“Mm, just like that, Lyds,” Zann encouraged as she snapped her hips back and then thrust forward again.

Lydia moaned as Zann’s hips slapped against her ass and pleasure rocketed through her, and she squeezed her eyes shut as the pressure building inside her began to crest. “Not yet.”

“Yes, baby,” Zann encouraged, grabbing Lydia’s hips and pulling her back against her to meet her next thrust. “Come with me.” Zann held her firmly as she picked up her pace, the tempo of her thrusts close to manic as the room filled with their rough, ragged breaths and the wet, frantic sounds of their fucking, all underscored by her increasingly desperate pleas for Lydia to come.

It was too much to resist, and Lydia screamed Zann’s name as she came undone, clenching around the length inside her so hard that Zann could only grind against her ass until that first wave eased enough to allow her to move. She whined as Zann’s thrusts lengthened and gentled to draw out her pleasure, and though she was still riding the wave of her release, she came undone all over again when Zann’s thrusts faltered, and she sank against her with a moan that trembled with relief.

Lydia’s heart squeezed as they stayed there, unmoving, Zann draped over her back as she remained buried inside her, each struggling to catch their breath, the closeness of their shared recovery just as sweet as the memory of what they’d just done. Though she would have been happy to spend the rest of the night blanketed by Zann’s body with her inside her while soft lips pressed adoring kisses to her neck and shoulder, she wanted to kiss her, too.

She whispered Zann’s name as she twisted her hips, and couldn’t quite stifle the whimper that escaped her when the warmth of Zann’s body and the glorious fullness inside her disappeared.

“Come here,” Zann said, her voice as soft as her touch as she helped Lydia stand.

Lydia’s legs were unsteady as she spun to kiss her, and she smiled against Zann’s lips when, after a handful of kisses, she was guided back onto the bed.

“That was…” she began, her voice trailing off into a sigh as they slipped beneath the duvet, their legs tangling together as they came together in a breathtakingly gentle kiss.

Zann’s hand swept adoringly over Lydia’s side as she agreed, “It was.”

Lydia hummed as Zann’s hand covered her breast as she kissed her again, tenderly squeezing and rolling in time with their lazily stroking tongues. It was as sweet as their fucking had been shameless, and she giggled at the soft sound of surprise that Zann made when she pushed her onto her back and straddled her waist.

She tucked her hair behind her ears as she smiled down at Zann, her hips rocking of their own accord against the slick, firm length of Zann’s cock nestled between them. “Can I have you again?”

Zann nodded, her eyes warm with affection as she gazed up at her. “Always, love.” She grabbed Lydia’s hips and pressed, gently urging her up onto her knees so she could slip back inside her. “I’m yours.”

Something was different.

Not bad, just…different.

It took Zann longer than it should have for her to realize just what that was, but when she finally did, it was all she could do to keep from laughing and disturbing Lydia, whose head was pillowed on her chest.

She’d finally woken up before her.

So that was all it took, she mused, gently stroking the supple, relaxed curve of Lydia’s spine as her thoughts drifted to the many varied ways they’d lovingly worn each other out the night before. Lydia had been an absolute vision while they’d fucked, so nubile and strong and demanding, even when she’d submitted to her completely—but it was the absolute adoration that’d shone in her eyes when they’d made slow, sweet love one last time before finally collapsing that still, all these hours later, had Zann feeling like she’d found something holy.

As if sensing that she was thinking about her, Lydia mumbled adorably in her sleep and snuggled that little bit closer, and Zann’s heart swelled when Lydia went still and heavy atop her with a sigh of absolute contentment.

She squeezed her eyes shut and held Lydia close. Tomorrow, their responsibilities and everyday lives would descend upon them, destroying this pocket of heaven they’d found with each other, and she held Lydia close as she committed everything about this moment to memory. The way Lydia felt atop her, warm and relaxed in her sleep. The silken softness of her hair. The entrancing fall of her breath against her skin.

Intellectually, she knew that a little space would be good. Everything about the last week had been so intense and had happened at such a breakneck pace that it would do them both well in the long run to look at it with clear eyes from a little bit of a distance; to make sure that, yes, this was what they wanted. But, god, she hated the idea of not waking up to this.