Jax brought her lips to Gretchen’s ear. “I want you to touch me,” she whispered, then took Gretchen’s earlobe between her teeth. Jax jumped at the first touch of Gretchen’s fingers. Gretchen wasted no time before exploring her folds. “This is what teasing you does to me.” She reached beneath the covers and slid her hand into the front of Gretchen’s shorts, pleased to find she wasn’t wearing underwear. Beyond a thick patch of curls, Jax sank into Gretchen’s drenched pussy.

“Oh my God,” Gretchen said, panting. “You feel so good, fuck.”

She pumped her fingers in and out, in time with Gretchen’s hips. She moved her own hips in search of Gretchen’s touch, which had become unfocused and erratic. She didn’t care, though—she’d get her pleasure eventually. All she cared about now was reconnecting with Gretchen. “Are you still okay?”

“Mm…Even better. Just don’t stop.”

She pulled out of Gretchen and started working her clit, knowing what Gretchen wanted and when. “Can I taste you?” Gretchen spread her legs in an enthusiastic invitation. Jax made her way down Gretchen’s body, kissing various spots along the way and taking time to tease Gretchen’s sensitive nipples some more. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Gretchen lick her fingers clean.

She pulled Gretchen’s shorts down and dived right in, burying her mouth between Gretchen’s thighs. She missed Gretchen’s flavor—so uniquely sweet and salty, with a hint of earthiness that made her taste like she had been picked fresh from the garden. She was greedy with her tongue, lapping up Gretchen’s juices and savoring each drop.

“I’m gonna come, don’t stop.” Gretchen grabbed her hair with a painful grip, turning Jax on even more. “Don’t you fucking stop.”

Jax ran her tongue around Gretchen’s clit in tight circles and entered her swiftly with two fingers. Gretchen’s back bowed off the mattress. Jax knew exactly what Gretchen needed to reach an explosive orgasm. Jax dipped her other hand lower between Gretchen’s ass cheeks. She pressed her fingertip into the tight ring, the muscle contracting against her touch.

Gretchen covered her mouth, but her moan was still loud.

Jax didn’t stop, she couldn’t stop, and no fear of an embarrassing moment could make her. She knew the moment Gretchen started to climax. Her thighs tightened around Jax’s head and her inner muscles convulsed, milking Jax’s fingers for all the pleasure they could give.

Gretchen fell back on the bed a sweaty mess. She twitched as Jax continued working her tongue. Gretchen pushed her head away and started giggling. “Take it easy on me. I’m a seizure risk.”

She traced her way back up to Gretchen’s lips and kissed her. “Don’t joke like that.” She kissed her again, more deeply, to share the flavor between them.