Vivian hummed and lazily slid her fingers into Jules’s hair. Then she sighed in satisfaction. “You might have been on to something,” she conceded.

“I’m full of bright ideas.”

“Mm.” Vivian said. “Now, let’s see.” She sat up, pressing Jules back down against the pillows. “Unless you did it again while we were kissing?” Vivian added, sounding hopeful.

“Not quite. You don’t have a lot of work to do, though.” It was true. She’d felt like she was going to explode, watching Vivian come. Now she couldn’t stop squeezing her thighs together, chasing just a little pressure.

Vivian’s brow furrowed as she studied Jules as if she were checking over an unsatisfactory layout. “It looks more complicated.”

“Look,” Jules said, trying desperately to sound calm, “it’s not like I have a lever you can grab, but I promise—”

“Oh well.” Vivian bent down to kiss her throat just as if she were someone who’d never advocated a chaste romance in her life.

She trailed her mouth down Jules’s chest eagerly. Then Jules’s nipple was in Vivian’s mouth, and it wasn’t like nobody had ever kissed her breasts before, but this was Vivian, and her lips were soft and her mouth was hot—

It was Vivian’s blonde hair tickling Jules’s chin, it—

She wasn’t as quiet as Vivian when she came, and she was pretty sure she’d left nail marks in Vivian’s shoulders. But she didn’t seem to mind as she gave Jules’s nipple one final, affectionate lick and murmured, “Hello, lever.”

“Like you can talk,” Jules wheezed, falling back against the pillows again. She closed her eyes, basking in it. “Oh wow.”

“Maybe next time we’ll get all our clothes off,” Vivian said thoughtfully. “Unless—I’m assuming we’re finished?”

Jules managed to pry her eyelids open. “Huh?”

“We’re done, aren’t we? That is, we both…” Vivian frowned as she gestured between them. “It really isn’t like men, is it?”

“Well…no,” Jules said, bewildered and trying to catch her breath. “We don’t have to be done, I guess. What are you talking about?”

Vivian propped herself up on her elbow. “I mean, it’s not like with men. What if neither partner comes? How are you supposed to know when to stop?”

“I guess we could set a timer.”

That got her a scowl.

“Sorry. I just mean it’s not about reaching a goal. You do what you like, and stop when you’re ready to stop.” How the hell else did she think it was supposed to go?

Now Vivian looked suspicious. “What if one of you is ready to stop and the other one isn’t?”

“Vivian, I’m not sure this is going to be a huge problem,” she said helplessly. She’d never pictured afterglow going like this. “Why don’t we just play it by ear?”