A throaty sound escaped Anja, somewhere between a sigh and a cry. She arched up against her and rocked her hips faster. “Susanne.” She clamped her teeth onto her bottom lip as if trying to hold herself back, to make it last.

Oh no. Susanne didn’t want her to hold back. She wanted to see her face and the look in her eyes when she came. “Let go.” She curled her fingers, searching for that perfect spot that would send her spiraling.

With a shout, Anja surged up against her. She stiffened and tightened around Susanne’s fingers. She clutched at Susanne’s shoulders, her hair, trying to anchor herself.

Breathless, Susanne slowed but kept moving, prolonging her pleasure until Anja fell back onto the bed. She followed her down. The sensation of their sweat-glistening skin against each other made her head spin. She drew Anja into her arms and kissed her damp forehead, her flushed cheeks, her mouth.

As life returned to Anja’s limp body, she brought her arms up, wrapped them around Susanne, and kissed her back. When she opened her eyes, the dazed pleasure in them made Susanne want to make love to her all over again.

But that could wait. For the moment, she was sated, and all she wanted was to hold her close. She trailed her hand up and down her back in a long, tender caress and luxuriated in the feel of Anja’s naked body against her own.

Normally, she would have rolled over, needing a bit of space to fall asleep, but with Anja, she didn’t want to move away. Ever.

Careful. That’s just post-coital thinking. Pondering life-changing things like that in the afterglow of great sex was dangerous, so Susanne decided to shut off her brain for the rest of the night—and she knew one surefire way of doing that.

On the next swipe down Anja’s back, she slid her hand a little lower until she could palm her ass. “So,” she whispered into Anja’s ear, loving the shudder that went through her, “want to see if you can beat my fifteen seconds?” She seductively rasped her fingernails down the curve of her ass and over her thighs.

“If you keep using your nails like that, I won’t have a problem beating your record.” Anja moaned. “God, who knew the back of my thighs were such an erogenous zone?”

Susanne held on to her and rolled them both over. “Let’s see what other erogenous zones you might have,” she murmured against her skin and then started to trail a string of kisses down her belly.

“Wow! I suddenly feel like a queen.” Franziska looked around the large room where the restaurant served brunch.