Anja kissed her fingertips. “You take my breath away. You’re so beautiful. I loved being the one to, you know, make you come.”

Susanne chuckled, charmed by the crimson color that crept into Anja’s cheeks. It was hard to believe that the woman who had driven her crazy with desire only a minute ago now blushed at her honest admission. Somehow it fit Anja, though. “I loved it too, in case you couldn’t tell.”

“Oh, I could tell. Those little sounds you made gave you away. Especially that gasp you made when I did this…” Anja slid her hand down Susanne’s body and swirled one finger around her swollen clit.

Susanne’s heartbeat tripped, and renewed pleasure surged through her, but she drew Anja’s hand away. “Oh no. Now it’s my turn.” Vibrating with the need to feel her, Susanne kissed her.

Anja surged against her and returned the heated kiss.

When Susanne swiped her thumb over Anja’s nipple, Anja tore her mouth away to gasp for air, her breath hot on Susanne’s lips.

“So responsive. I love that.” Susanne replaced her thumb with her mouth while she slid her hand down Anja’s body. Goose bumps rose in the wake of her touch, and she lingered to rub them away but only succeeded in creating more of them. The muscles of Anja’s belly tightened as she responded to each small caress. Susanne traced the curve of her hip, then down the outside of her leg before caressing the soft skin of her inner thigh.

When Susanne trailed her fingers upward, Anja went taut with anticipation beneath her and spread her legs farther.

Susanne glanced up and made eye contact.

Anja lay completely open to her, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted.

Susanne couldn’t wait any longer—and she didn’t need to since Anja’s eyes telegraphed the same need.

They both groaned as her fingers dipped into Anja’s wetness.

Susanne stroked her, matching her pace to her tongue’s motion on Anja’s breast.

Anja rocked against her. “Oh. That,” she gasped out, her voice strangled. “Do that again.”

“This?” Susanne flicked her tongue across her nipple. “Or this?” She stroked her clit more purposefully.

Anja let out a shaky moan. “Yes. Either. Both. God.”

Susanne lifted her head from Anja’s breast and stared at her. Anja looked so beautiful writhing beneath her, and Susanne felt drunk on the power to make her so desperate but also eager to give her everything she needed.

Tiny moans and gasps rained down on her. God, what those noises did to her. She reveled in the sound and the sight of Anja coming undone in her arms.

When Anja’s legs started to shake, Susanne made eye contact as she gently slid two fingers inside.