“My breasts?”
“Yes.” Her voice cracked. They’d only just gotten started—how was Anne already this far gone?
In her ear, Sadie whispered, “Make me feel so good. I know you can.”
Before she’d finished speaking, Anne was already sliding down, positioning herself so that her face pressed against Sadie’s magnificent breasts. OhChrist. Oh fuck. Her hands cupped the ample swells, not even close to covering them. Spilling out, unrestrained, and it was all for Anne.
Mindlessly, desperately, she began to lick and suck.
“Anne,” Sadie groaned. “God, you, you feel incredible—ah—!”
She’d taken one stiff tip into her mouth and tugged, laving it clumsily with her tongue. All impulse, no plan or finesse.
Gasping, Sadie didn’t seem to mind. She grabbed Anne’s head, fisted her fingers in Anne’s hair, and cried out again and again while Anne sucked and worshipped her breasts.
For the next little while—how long, Anne had no idea—she fell into a trance. Nothing else mattered: just the bounty in her wet and eager mouth, her grasping, greedy hands. At one point, dimly, she realized her hips were thrusting against the mattress.
Then Sadie was pulling Anne off of her, and Anne made a strangled sound of protest before she looked up and saw how Sadie looked: red, breathless, near frantic.
It took a second for Sadie to speak. “You have to stop now, sweetheart.”
“Why?” was all Anne could get out.
“Because,” Sadie whispered, “if you keep doing that, you’ll make me come. And I don’t want to. Not yet.”
Anne had to squeeze her thighs together. Sadie could come, just from that? Anne had almost made her do it?Jesus.
“Let me take care of you now—so I won’t…it’ll keep me from losing it before I’m ready.” Sadie licked her lips, chest heaving. “I need to get control of myself.”
And she could do that by taking control of Anne. Wordlessly, Anne nodded.
“Where’s the lube? You have lube, don’t you?”
Anne nodded again, still unable to form words. She pointed at the bedside table’s drawer.
“Good. Come up here.” Sadie pulled gently at her upper arms. “Lie on your back.”
Anne obeyed, noticing as she did how slick and shining Sadie’s chest looked in the soft light. A little pink, too. Pride surged alongside Anne’s arousal. She’d made that.
“Your first time getting that perfect mouth on a woman’s breasts.” Sadie bent down, so close to Anne that her breath stirred Anne’s hair. “Let’s see what it did to you.”
She slid her hand between Anne’s legs.
Anne whined and jerked her hips forward involuntarily. Sadie was cupping her; that was Sadie’s hot hand, Sadie’s ready fingers pressing into her—
“Oh, yes. Look at that. Oh, you’re”—Sadie’s voice hitched—“you’re sowarm.”
Empty, too. Anne twitched forward again, closing her eyes.
“You’re getting my hand wet, you know.” Sadie’s palm pushed into Anne a little harder, sure and steady. “Starting to spill. Can’t help yourself, can you?”
She couldn’t. It should’ve humiliated her. Instead, Anne was drowning in heat. “N-no—can’t help it—sorry—”
“Never,” Sadie said firmly, “apologize to me for doing exactly what you’re made to do.”
Yes. Sadie was right. She’d been purpose-built for this. How else would Anne instinctively know how to hunt what she needed? To bear down on Sadie’s hand, try to get pressure?
Sadie was breathing heavily. Her hand disappeared, and Anne almost cried out at the abandonment just before she heard the bedside table drawer slide open, the click of the lube bottle’s top.