When they finally came up for air, Madison whispered against her lips, “You’re wearing too much.”

Sherry grinned. “Is that so?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Not allowing herself to overthink it, Sherry pushed Madison gently to the side and stripped completely before crawling back into the middle of the bed. She pointed to Madison’s pajama pants. “Now you’re the one who’s overdressed.”

Madison didn’t move but stared at Sherry’s naked form. “God, you’re so beautiful.” Her eyes left no doubt that she meant every word.

The intensity of Madison’s gaze threatened to overwhelm her. But then Madison placed a finger to Sherry’s forehead and caressed her face as if she were the most treasured thing in the world.

She loves me. Sherry tried to blink away the tears forming in her eyes to no avail. No. That’s impossible! But even if it was just an illusion, tonight she would dive into it. Being close to Madison was all that mattered right now. She had to clear her throat. “Thank you.”

Madison smiled in a shy way. Then, as if becoming aware she was still half-dressed, she peeled out of her pajama pants.

Sherry’s gaze took in Madison’s naked body, her right hand following its path. It should have felt strange to touch Madison like that. After all, she barely had any sexual experience, and certainly none with a woman. But to feel Madison under her fingertips seemed to be the most natural thing in the world. It feels so right.

“You’re looking so serious,” Madison said. There was insecurity in her voice.

Sherry smiled and gazed into Madison’s captivating eyes. “I want you.”

Madison lowered herself on top of her, and Sherry sucked in a breath when their naked bodies touched for the first time. The feel of her breasts pressing into Madison’s and the way Madison’s trimmed pubic hair moved against hers was beyond anything she had ever experienced. Her whole body trembled, and for a moment, their intimacy overwhelmed her.

“Sherry, I…” Madison’s voice broke. “I…I don’t want to have sex with you.”

“W—?”

“I want to make love with you. For the first time in my life.”

Sherry’s eyes burned. “Me too,” she whispered before their lips met. It was a slow and deep kiss, repeating what they had just said without words.

Sherry felt every place where their bodies touched. A pleasant throbbing between her legs was becoming more insistent with each beat of her heart. It was intoxicating.

When their long, unhurried kiss ended, Madison started to rain down kisses on her as if she wanted to worship every single spot on her body. She kissed Sherry’s forehead, her eyelids—which fell shut on their own—her temple, her checks, her chin, and her nose. Madison left nothing out.