Jane ran a fingertip over Annie’s upper arm and Annie broke out in goosebumps. Jane’s finger reached Annie’s shoulder and hooked underneath her bra strap, tugging it down.

Annie’s hand was on Jane’s back and she slid it up to the nape of her neck, pulled Jane close, and kissed her. She let her tongue dance inside Jane’s mouth as she pressed her body against her wife’s. She slipped her knee between Jane’s legs and tumbled half on top of her. Jane’s hands were in her hair now, pulling Annie closer—even though they were already as close as they could possibly get.

Jane fumbled with the clasp of Annie’s bra. Annie took a brief pause from kissing Jane to push herself up so her breasts could be free. Jane tossed the bra somewhere into the semi-darkness of the room and cupped Annie’s breasts. Another dart of arousal pierced through Annie. God, she wanted her. She would go slow for Jane, but Annie was already running out of patience. Her desire so fierce, so undeniable.

Jane pushed Annie onto her back, let her hands slip from her breasts, and pressed her body against Annie while kissing her deeply. Jane’s hair fell onto Annie’s shoulders and it was just as arousing as feeling Jane’s hands on her breasts. It spurred on Annie’s lust—and this particular bout of lust was inspired by Jane alone. By the combination of them. Not by lingering thoughts of Kristin. This was just them. With the way Jane’s hair fell down, Annie felt like she was in a cocoon of her and Jane, shielded from anything that was beyond their faces. From anything that had stood in their way before.

Annie held Jane tight while their kisses continued and deepened, until she let her hands meander down to her ass, and she cupped the cheeks through Jane’s panties. She dug in her fingertips, letting Jane know that if she was ready to take it to the next level, so was Annie.

Jane took the hint and gave Annie one last peck on her lips before kissing a path down her chin to her neck. She kissed her way down, slowly, to Annie’s breasts and clasped her wet lips around Annie’s rock-hard nipple. She let her tongue spin around, then, ever so briefly, clenched Annie’s nipple between her teeth, eliciting a moan from Annie’s throat.

Jane repeated the process with Annie’s other nipple, alternating between gently licking and briefly biting until the moans from Annie’s throat grew so fierce and her calls for more came louder.