Jill gripped her hair tightly. She wouldn’t last much longer. Reagan wrapped her lips around Jill’s clit, alternating between sucking gently and flicking her tongue against it. Jill came again with a long, guttural moan. Her ragged breaths and the rolling of her hips slowed.

When the pulsations beneath her lips subsided, Reagan placed a last kiss on Jill’s center before resting her head on Jill’s stomach. Jill lazily ran her fingers through Reagan’s hair. And while her own clit throbbed, she smiled at herself in satisfaction as Jill regained control of her breathing.

“Hey,” Jill said, her voice husky.

Reagan lifted her head. “Yeah?”

“I…I…nevermind. No words.”

Reagan chuckled and kissed her way along the center of Jill’s chest and up her neck, finally placing a long, languid kiss on her lips. When Jill lifted her thigh between her legs, Reagan moaned. She was so close the pressure almost made her come at that very moment.

“Fuck, Reagan. You’re so wet,” Jill ground out. She placed her hand on Reagan’s lower back and pushed her forward. “Ride me.”

Wordlessly, Reagan obeyed, grinding herself against Jill’s firm thigh. She reached for Jill’s free hand, interlacing their fingers and pushing it onto the bed above her head. As she rolled her hips, she covered Jill’s mouth with hers, kissing her until they were both breathless. Her pace increased and she pulled back to meet Jill’s eyes, their hot breath mingling between them. The sensations threatened to overwhelm her but seeing the desire and tenderness in her eyes centered her.

Soft whimpers escaped her lips. “I’m so close.” Within seconds, she came with a shout.

“There it is,” Jill whispered into her mouth.

Reagan collapsed on top of her and buried her face in her neck while her hips rolled until the orgasm abated. When her breathing slowed, she pulled back and met Jill’s gaze. The vulnerability and openness made her heart clench. She leaned forward for a quick kiss before whispering, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Jill replied. “Much better than okay. You make me come undone so easily.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Probably a bit of both.” Jill let out a slow breath. “It’s just new, that’s all.”

“I know,” Reagan replied. “But we’ll navigate it together, right?”

Jill closed her eyes and nodded. “I’d like that.”

Reagan kissed the side of Jill’s neck and settled her head against her shoulder. As she tightened her arm around Jill’s waist, Reagan felt a sheet cover her naked body and heard a lamp click off. Jill skimmed her fingers along Reagan’s bare back. The tender movements being the last thing Reagan was aware of until sleep took over.

Chapter Fifteen