Bristol tried to relax as Annie fucked her harder and faster, but the orgasm rushed her, taking her by surprise. Bristol arched her back and cried out. She never yelled when she came. She was always quiet, and her previous lovers never knew if she orgasmed or not. Today, the whole world probably heard. Annie stayed inside and used her thumb to rub Bristol’s sensitive clit. It took only a few strokes before she came again. Her whole body shook with pleasure. She felt like she was falling apart as each aftershock ripped through her.

Annie slipped out of her and lay next to her. Bristol could feel her excited energy but was too spent to do anything but hold her close. Annie kissed her temple, her shoulder, her neck, and eventually her mouth. It was the kind of kiss that promised more to come.

“We should probably order some food because I plan to do this all night, and I’m going to need some serious carbs,” Annie said.

Bristol gave a half-laugh. She was still pinging with tiny waves of pleasure, so the sound that came out was unrecognizable. She nodded instead. “I don’t want to leave this bed until we have to. We can sustain ourselves on the carbs from doughnuts, right?”

“Let’s have food delivered. What are you hungry for? Please say pasta and bread.” Annie grabbed her phone.

Bristol told her the name of a restaurant to look up, and they placed an order for an obscene amount of pasta and bread. She called Mac at security and told him to expect the delivery in forty-five minutes. She didn’t waste time sliding back into bed and pulling Annie into her arms. Annie kissed her shoulder and ran her fingertips up and down the valley of Bristol’s breasts. It was a powerfully tender moment, and Bristol felt the sting of tears but kept them from falling. She felt so much for Annie, and to let her go was going to destroy her. She leaned up and looked at her. “You know, we have a lot of time before the food gets here.” Bristol stretched her body across Annie’s. “I have a pretty fantastic idea of how we can kill it.”

* * *