Beneath her, Vivian sobbed again, arched up, grabbed her shoulders, and held on for dear life as she said, “Oh God” and “Please, yes.”

Jules lifted her head again, giving the wet, reddened nipple one final lick—

“More,” Vivian gasped. “Please, more.”

And switched back to the first, earning a grateful moan. And then back again.

Back and forth between Vivian’s breasts, again and again, for what seemed like hours while Vivian writhed and begged like she couldn’t get enough. Her head tossed against the arm of the couch, and she seemed utterly shocked by the strength of her reaction, as if she’d never been this aroused in her life.

That made two of them.

“Oh, my God,” Vivian panted. “Oh, my God, Julia.”

Jules started pinching and stroking her other nipple in time with her mouth, which rendered Vivian too breathless even to moan.

How could this not be enough? How could Jules still want more, still want to devour every single inch of—she said, “I want to do everything to you. Everything.” She bent and sucked again, long and hard, which coaxed a mewling noise out of Vivian’s throat. “I want to make you feel so good. I’ll do anything, anything you want.”

Vivian pressed Jules’s head down again, shaking all over, shaking so hard that it was a wonder they were both still on the couch. “Please, please…”

Jules licked.

“Ah! Oh, that’s…that’s so…I didn’t…I’ve never, I’ve…oh-h-h—”

Jules sucked.

“Oh, I-I’m—”

Jules bit.

“God, I’m, I’m—”

Jules licked again.

“Stop!”

She paused, sure that she must have misheard, but Vivian was, in fact, weakly pushing at her shoulders, pushing her away.

“I can’t,” Vivian whimpered. “I can’t…no more…please stop…”

Her blood pounding in her ears, Jules raised her head.

Vivian remained splayed back against the couch, her eyes closed, her blouse and bra open, and her skirt hiked up from the way they’d been lying together. She was panting, her throat, chest, and belly blotched with red. Her breasts were wet from Jules’s mouth.

She looked like she’d just been fucked six ways from Sunday and had loved every second of it.

“Oh,” Vivian whispered, covering her eyes with her hand. “Oh, my God.” She was still trembling but less violently now, and in fact seemed actually to be relaxing against the sofa like she’d…

Like she’d…

No. No way.

“Did,” Jules managed, “um, did you just—?”

Vivian nodded, then lifted her hand, looking at Jules with shocked, dazed eyes. “Twice,” she rasped.

Jules stared down at her.

Vivian reached up. Held out her arms. And Jules bent down, kissed her, and came so hard at the first touch of Vivian’s tongue that she cried out against her mouth.

This time it was Vivian’s turn to whisper, disbelievingly, “Did you?”