“Yes,” Vivian gasped and kissed Jules again, whimpering when Jules kept moving her thumb. Between kisses, she managed to say against Jules’s mouth, “They’re more s-sensitive.”

That tore it. Being prudent could go to hell. Jules fumbled with the buttons on Vivian’s top.

Vivian let her mouth wander over to Jules’s cheek again, then to Jules’s forehead, then to her temple, as if she never wanted to stop kissing her. Fair enough. It worked both ways.

After a few more endless seconds, Jules’s fingers finished their work, and the top slipped open to reveal a soft white bra that hooked in front.

Now it was Jules’s turn to say “please” as she rubbed Vivian’s nipple again, already stunned at how much warmer Vivian was with one layer removed. She touched the clasp between those breasts, and Vivian’s breathing got even faster.

“Let me,” Jules begged.

“Ah,” was all Vivian could say.

Close enough to permission. Jules popped the clasp open. Then she pulled back just enough to see.

Oh…God. The world’s most famous models had nothing on these. Beneath her blouse, Vivian’s skin was as smooth and perfect as the rest of her, and her nipples were as pink and tightly furled as rosebuds. Jules rubbed her thumb over one of them. That wasn’t enough. She bent her head so she could have a taste.

Vivian melted against the couch, sagging back into the cushions as she cried out. Her nails dug into Jules’s shoulders.

The texture of Vivian’s nipple was perfect against Jules’s tongue. Soft and rough all at once. She’d been dreaming of this. She couldn’t miss a single detail or leave a single inch undiscovered.

She licked just at the tip over and over again before taking it between her teeth and tugging gently. The nipple became even harder in her mouth. Hell yeah, it was sensitive. She licked it again, realized that wasn’t enough either, and began to suck on it, alternating the softness of her tongue with the edge of her teeth.

Vivian gave a sobbing moan, and Jules felt one of the hands that had been digging into her shoulders move up to rub through her hair.

Feeling like she’d just been jerked out of a trance, Jules raised her head.

Vivian was staring back at her with glassy, wild eyes. “What,” she began, her voice hardly recognizable. “Don’t stop—please—”

Stop? Jules was never going to stop. She was going to do this for the rest of her life. Instead of wasting her breath saying so, she pushed until Vivian’s back was propped up against the arm of the sofa, until she was nearly lying down, so that Jules could get to her other breast and give it equal attention.