“You won’t.” She ran her fingers through Jax’s lilac hair. “You feel so good.” She sucked in a breath when Jax traced her folds over her panties. Her body was so sensitive. She felt like a million flames were lapping at her skin. “When was the last time you touched me?”

“It’s been a long time.” Jax bit at the swell of her breast. She pulled down the cup of her bra with one hand and slid her panties to the side with the other. Jax scraped her dark nipple between her teeth as she entered her with two fingers.

She burrowed her head back into the pillow and keened. She had never felt like this before, like it was her first time and the hundredth all wrapped into one. Her body was starving for every little thing Jax was doing to her. Gretchen nearly came the moment Jax rubbed her clit with her slick fingers.

“So wet…” Jax teased the shell of Gretchen’s ear with her tongue.

She opened her eyes and reached down to grab Jax’s firm ass. Gretchen couldn’t just lie there and let Jax touch her—she needed to touch Jax just as badly. She pulled Jax’s hips into her, moaning at the added pressure against Jax’s working fingers. She ran her hand up Jax’s lower back, around her sides, and up to scratch her hard nipple through the tight material of her bra. Jax’s breasts weren’t large, but Gretchen salivated at the sight of them every time. She knew Jax’s nipples were dusky against her pale skin, and they’d beg for her tongue and touch. She tugged roughly at Jax’s sports bra, hating how tight and restrictive it was.

Jax chuckled. “Patience.”

“I want you naked. Now.” Gretchen let all of her desperation bleed into her tone. “I need you.”

Jax got up on her knees and peeled off her sports bra. Her body was as glorious as Gretchen remembered and expected, but something new caught her eye. She found a small tattoo just below her right breast. Four little birds flew along her ribs—three black and one red.

She reached out to touch it. “This is beautiful,” she said, but Jax pinned her hand to the mattress before she could touch the inked skin. Jax pulled her panties down to her knees and licked along her slit. Jax’s movements felt more hurried and desperate now. She let go of Gretchen’s hand only when she needed to take her panties off the rest of the way. She moved her tongue in practiced patterns, humming as Gretchen’s wetness increased.