As she got closer to Reagan’s center, her familiar scent washed over Jill and she spread Reagan’s legs farther apart. She traced a line from her knee and along her inner thigh with soft kisses.

Reagan’s grip on her hair tightened as she repeatedly whispered, “Please.”

God, she needed to taste her, needed to hear her call out her name. Jill flicked her tongue against Reagan’s clit. Reagan bucked her hips so forcefully that Jill had to grab onto her hips and hold her down. She explored Regan’s center with her tongue, taking note about which areas gave her the most pleasure.

As she swirled her tongue around her clit, Jill teased Reagan’s entrance with one finger, gathering her wetness and trailing it along her folds.

Reagan let out a frustrated groan. “Jill, stop teasing me.”

Jill chuckled and Reagan moaned at the added vibration. She slid two fingers inside, bottoming out as she sucked at her clit. Reagan’s answering scream went straight to her own clit. She reached between her own thighs and stroked her center, wanting a hint of relief.

But it wasn’t the same as having Reagan touch her. Sure, she could give herself an orgasm, but she wanted Reagan’s soft fingers stroking and pinching her clit as she came. As she felt Reagan pulse beneath her tongue and clench around her fingers, she knew she would come within seconds. But Jill didn’t want her to, not without her. She wanted them to share that moment.

Jill slowed her fingers and moved up Reagan’s body. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were shut tight. “Reagan, look at me.”

Reagan lifted her head met Jill’s gaze, her eyes slowly coming in to focus. “Are you okay?” she asked, reaching out to rest her hand on the center of Jill’s chest.

“I…I need you. I need you to touch me. I want us to come together. Please.” Desperation dripped from Jill’s voice and within seconds, Reagan’s fingers were stroking her clit. She rolled her hips forward for more contact as she groaned. “Yes, right there.”

Jill entered her again, and Reagan arched off the bed, giving Jill ample opportunity to take an erect nipple into her mouth. She bit down and Reagan screamed, “Fuck!”

Reagan matched her stroke for stroke and it took every ounce of willpower for Jill not to come right then and there. She lifted her head and rested her forehead against Reagan’s, keeping eye contact as their pace and breathing increased. She felt completely exposed by Reagan’s intense gaze, and for once, it didn’t make her want to run away.

“Almost,” Jill whispered as she let out a throaty groan.