They stripped off their remaining clothes almost in sync with each other, then sank back onto the bed, with Susanne on top this time. God, she didn’t know where to begin. She wanted to touch her everywhere all at once. She trailed her hands up her arms, across her collarbones, along the top of her breasts.

Anja’s skin felt so wonderful beneath her fingertips that she lost herself in sensual pleasure for a minute or two, until Anja let out a low, thick hum and pulled her down into another kiss.

Susanne eagerly returned the kiss and finally ended it with a tiny nip of Anja’s bottom lip. Then she kissed her way down her neck. At the curve where Anja’s neck joined her shoulder, she paused and breathed her in.

Her senses were on overload—her intoxicating scent, the silkiness of Anja’s skin against her own, and the sound of her elevated breathing.

She nuzzled the spot where Anja’s heart beat furiously at the base of her neck, matching the thudding of her own heart, then continued her path down. When she reached the indent of her collarbone, she dipped her tongue into it and tasted Anja’s slightly salty skin. “Mmm, you taste good.”

Anja slid her hands restlessly up and down Susanne’s back, causing shivers to rush through her body. “And you feel good.”

“So do you.” Susanne moved down in the bed and cradled one of Anja’s breasts in her palm. Her breasts were a perfect handful and so incredibly soft that Susanne gave in to the urge to rub her cheek against them.

Anja’s hands came up, and she threaded her fingers through her hair. “Susanne, please.”

At the pleading note in her voice, Susanne closed her mouth over one nipple. It instantly hardened against her lips, and she teased it, first with her tongue, then, carefully, with her teeth.

Anja’s head tilted back, and a low moan rose from deep in her throat.

It resonated through Susanne’s body, driving her crazy. She wanted more of those little sounds. More of Anja.

When she sucked on her nipple, Anja bucked beneath her and tightened her grip on Susanne’s hair, urging her on.

Not that Susanne needed any encouragement. She trailed a string of kisses from one breast to the other and circled Anja’s nipple with her tongue, every now and then playfully flicking it.

“God, this is torture,” Anja breathed.

Susanne slid back up a little and caressed Anja’s flushed cheek with her thumb. “Want me to stop?” she asked, more teasing than anything.

“No! I want…” Anja raked her bottom lip with her teeth. “You. I want you.”

“Where?” Susanne asked, her voice husky. “Where do you want me?” Hearing Anja say it would be so hot.

But instead, Anja flushed and reached out.