Reagan undid Jill’s jeans as she pressed soft kisses to her stomach. Jill moaned and let her head drop back and she pushed her hand through Reagan’s hair. Her lips were so soft and warm and when she flicked her tongue just above her waistband, Jill rolled her hips forward and let out a strangled, “Yes.” She stepped out of her jeans and kicked them to the side.

Jill held Reagan’s face in her hands and lightly brushed her thumbs along her cheeks. The lamps from the first floor provided just enough light to make out Reagan’s features. She didn’t want to miss a single expression of pleasure tonight. She wanted to see all of her. “You are so beautiful.”

She turned her head and kissed Jill’s palm. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Jill’s hands went to the waistband of her underwear and Reagan lifted her hips as she slid them off. “Move up the bed.”

Reagan moved back until she could lie down and rest her head on a pillow. Jill shoved her own underwear down and kicked it off, kneeling on the bed and settling between Reagan’s legs. She lightly caressed Reagan’s arms and intertwined their fingers, pushing Reagan’s hands above her head.

Jill held Reagan’s gaze as she ground her hips. Reagan’s mouth parted and she sucked in a breath. She bent down, stopping until her mouth was an inch away from Reagan’s. Each time Reagan lifted her head to close the distance, Jill retreated, teasing her. She swiped her tongue along Reagan’s bottom lip before pressing their lips together. Reagan tried to increase the pace, but Jill pulled away. “Slow. Remember?”

“I don’t know if I can take it. I need you so badly, Jill.” Reagan rolled her hips and fought against Jill’s grip. “I need more.”

Jill smiled against her neck as she let go of Reagan’s hands and trailed her fingers down the center of her chest. Reagan writhing underneath her sent a shock of arousal straight to her core and she was struggling to maintain control of the situation. She felt the slickness between her own thighs and squeezed them together to relieve some of the pressure. Because right now she wanted more of Reagan. Jill cupped Reagan’s breasts, brushing her thumbs across her nipples until they became stiff peaks. She took one in her mouth and lazily circled it with her tongue. Reagan buried both of her hands in Jill’s hair, pulling her as close as possible.

Reagan’s little murmurs of pleasure spurred her on and she continued lower as she alternated between kisses and gentle bites along her stomach. When she reached her hip bone, Reagan squirmed and let out a noise that was half giggle and half moan. Jill growled low in her throat as she bit down and then soothed the spot with a swipe of her tongue.