“Ah.” Vivian reached between their bodies again, between her legs. But she didn’t guide Jules’s hand this time. She just hiked her skirt up higher and rubbed frantically at her clit, then was clenching all around Jules’s fingers, fast and rhythmic.

Jules lost her breath as she tried to watch it all at once: Vivian’s hand, Vivian’s face, and everything in between as Vivian stroked herself to climax, biting her lip and whimpering through her nose.

When Vivian was done, when her convulsions had slowed, Jules leaned in to kiss her. They were both gasping.

After they parted, Vivian managed to say, disbelievingly, “I couldn’t wait. I had to…”

“God, Vivian.” Jules pressed her nose into Vivian’s throat. She slid her fingers out carefully and patted the inside of Vivian’s sticky thigh. “You’re incredible.”

Vivian was panting too hard to reply. But she kissed Jules’s temple, then her cheek, and slid her arms around her waist.

Jules was trembling and wondering if this was the pattern they were going to follow from now on: making Vivian come hard and fast and getting so turned on by it that she went off like a firecracker at the slightest provocation.

Nothing wrong with that, she thought dizzily as Vivian slid one hand up and down her back. And down to her hip. And then between—

Jules gasped, “Oh Jesus!” as Vivian cupped her through the silk of her pajama bottoms and the underwear beneath.

Vivian’s raspy breathing had slowed, regulated itself, dropped down into something like a purr. “Is this nice?” she murmured into Jules’s ear. “Do you want my hand now?” She squeezed. “Do you like my touch, Julia?”

Jules shut her eyes and tried to think of sad stuff or gross stuff, anything but Vivian’s hand between her legs. It didn’t work, so she tore at the buttons of Vivian’s blouse until it fell open, shoved up her bra, and hungrily bent back down to her breasts.

Vivian groaned. Her hand began to follow the rhythm of Jules’s mouth until they were rocking together, and Jules wasn’t able to take more than a few seconds of that before she came.

As she rested her head against Vivian’s shoulder, Vivian rested hers against the wall. They both struggled for air. Then Jules lifted her sticky fingers, sniffed them, and licked them. Delicious. She’d forgotten. She couldn’t wait to drink it right from the source, so to speak.

She wondered if Vivian would be able to return the favor. Mm. That would be—

“Lunch now,” Vivian said breathlessly against her forehead. “We could order something.”

She sure recovered fast.

Jules still felt dizzy. That might not have been the sex, though. That might just be Vivian, Jules’s own personal hurricane, who picked her up, whirled her around, then dropped her casually on her ass.