Jordan grinned. She couldn’t imagine not liking anything Abby did. “I will. You’re doing brilliantly so far.”

“You make it easy.”

As soon as Abby began to make her way down Jordan’s body, her fingers deft, her lips light, Jordan let herself focus only on what Abby was doing. Kissing. Stroking. Loving.

Moments later, when Abby’s mouth was between her thighs, her hot breath over her centre, Jordan closed her eyes, anticipation throbbing inside her. As soon as Abby stroked her tongue up and through her centre, Jordan’s head crashed back into the pillow.

Abby didn’t need much direction. She was doing just fine.

Jordan’s hands gripped the bed sheets as Abby’s tongue slid one way, then the other, slaloming over and around her, as if Abby were a world champion skier. Jordan was the course. She had no doubt she was glistening like virgin snow.

As her orgasm rumbled to life in her feet, then up through her legs and into her very core, Jordan writhed on the bed, her fingers clinging to Abby’s hair, driving her on.

“Don’t stop,” Jordan said, her voice barely audible, her spirit soaring.

In her mind, Jordan glimpsed the past six weeks in a flickering montage. Their meeting, their kiss, their sky-high fuck. But from the despair of the rehearsal dinner, now Abby was thrusting her fingers into Jordan, and sweeping her tongue over her one last time.

As she did, Jordan toppled into her own gorgeous oblivion, clutching Abby inside her. She came so hard, she wasn’t sure her vision would ever return to normal. She didn’t care. It was all worth it. Because it had all led to this.

To Abby thrusting once more. To Jordan sitting up, Abby’s fingers still inside her, their mouths coming together in a tangle of emotion and lust. To Jordan moaning into Abby’s mouth as she came again with such a force, she was surprised Abby was still on the bed. But when she stopped shaking and opened her eyes, Abby was still there. Still inside her. They were still one.

When they finally pulled away from each other, Jordan toppled back onto the bed, her laughter coating the air.

Abby flopped down beside her, laughing too.

Jordan was pleasantly, deliciously fucked, the sugar rush of sex still rolling through her. She couldn’t wipe the smile from her face.

“You look like the cat who got the cream.” Abby kissed her lips once more.

Jordan cupped Abby’s cheek with her palm. “Does that make you the cat who ate the cream?”

Abby laughed. “Guilty as charged.” She took a deep breath, her gaze never wavering, before her cheeks coloured red and she looked away.

Jordan frowned. “What is it? Did I do something wrong?”