“Hey.” She presses her breasts against my back, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Are you happy now? Was the tour all it’s cracked up to be?”

I cock my head to the side, pretending to ponder. “I don’t know. Maybe you need to show me your duct work.”

Sophie laughs and grabs my hands, placing them on the wall.

“What are you doing?”

She tugs my pants down, not stopping this time until she’s pulled them off. I start to turn, but she places a firm hand on my thigh. “Unless you are truly uncomfortable, you better put those hands back on the wall.”

Slowly, I turn away, a hand on each side of the bulletin board. She kisses up the back of my legs, from the soft spot behind my knee, up my thighs. She tugs at my underwear with her teeth.

“Do you have any idea how hot you looked tonight?” she asks, pressing open-mouthed kisses to my cheeks. Her hands find their way up my thighs. My body strains for her touch. I have to lock my muscles down to keep from arching into her mouth and hands.

“I almost had to leave,” she says, rubbing her knuckle back and forth over my underwear, against me.

“I’m...sorry?” I’m half confused and half overcome. “I’ll never do it again.”

“Are you kidding?” She slides her fingers over my clit and I cry out. “Do it again. Do it always.”

Sophie kisses over the seam of my ass through the fabric. She follows the line of my plain bikini-cut underclothes with her tongue. She sucks marks into the backs of my thighs and my biggest regret is that I won’t be able to see them without a mirror or some yoga classes. I drop my forehead against the bulletin board, my hips following the rhythm of her fingers. “God, Hollywood.”

Underneath my arm I can see her shoulder, her hair, silvery-white in the moon. “Let me turn around,” I beg. “Wanna see you. Kiss you.”

Her fingers and mouth disappear and with quick hands she turns my hips so my back is against the wall. I try to reach for her, to pull her up to my mouth, but she presses her forearm across my hips, staring up at me as she gives my pussy the same attention she gave to my ass.

“You look...” I tip my head back. Just the heat of her mouth, the pressure of her tongue and fingers has gotten me so close. “You’re burning.”

It doesn’t make any sense, of course. She’s the color of a statue in a dark room, but she’s lit me on fire. The wet slide of her tongue on my cunt would be the only relief I could take. I want to burn with her.

“You fuck me so good.” I gasp as she pulls my underwear aside, blows softly on my heated skin. “Please.”

I come bent over her, my hands in her hair, my voice echoing in the quiet room, as she licks between my legs, until I have to beg her to stop.