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word in her vocabulary. Kiera propelled Romi backwards towards the bed.

She started tearing clothing off along the way. Romi’s. Her own. Their

hands were eager and frantic, tugging, pulling, pushing. Their mouths

clashed, their tongues warring.

When Romi’s legs bumped into the edge of the bed, she had only her bra

and panties on. Kiera still had her bra and jeans on. She forced herself to

break the kiss, take a breath, and slow down enough that she could savor

some of the moment.

She traced every curve and contour of Romi’s beautiful figure. Her flat

belly, the swell of her breasts in the white lace bra, the sweet way her hips

curled and flared out, the matching white lace panties, Her shapely legs.

She was perfect. Her skin was flawless. Kiera couldn’t count how many

times she’d imagined Romi like this.

“Get on the bed,” Kiera whispered. She was hanging on by a thread and

she knew it.

Romi obeyed. She sprawled out on the bed, one leg propped up lazily, a

soft smile on her lips.

Kiera slowly and purposefully unbuttoned her jeans. Romi’s eyes scalded

her as she slid them down her legs. She stepped away from them and stood

before her in her black sports bra and plain black panties. She loved the way

Romi’s eyes lit up and flashed with heat and desire when she looked at her.

“Come here,” Romi whispered. “Please.”

Kiera slid along the quilt. She meant to pace herself, but as soon as her

hands wrapped around Romi’s waist and their mouths met again, she was

lost. They kissed just as desperately as they had all the times before, their

tongues tangling and thrusting. Romi moaned into Kiera’s mouth when

Kiera’s hand slid over her flat belly, down towards the white lace at the

juncture of her thighs.

Kiera loved the way Romi arched into her, both needy and so trusting, as

her fingers slid under the waistband of her panties and traced a pattern over

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