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