Page 103 of Spicy Sapphic Christmas

“I’m not playing a game.” Bea pressed a kiss to Bunny’s neck, then slid her tongue up under her chin before scraping her teeth along Bunny’s jawline. “And I’m not your in-law yet.”

“Yet…” Bunny dragged out the word, but she was still frozen.

“Touch me, Bunny,” Bea crooned softly into Bunny’s ear. “I want you to touch me.”

Bunny hadn’t ever been seduced like this. It was always the opposite way around, where she was the one who was doing the seducing, she was the one making the decision as to whether or not to pursue. But to be pursued? It felt amazing. Bunny grippedBea’s ass, pulling her in tighter. She lifted her face to look up into Bea’s eyes.

“One last time before we’re in-laws?” she asked, needing to know exactly why they were here. Why they were finding themselves in this position.

“Yeah.” Bea crashed her mouth against Bunny’s.

Bunny sucked in a sharp breath as she tried to catch up with everything going on. Her mind spun. Her body went into sexual overdrive. To be the focus of someone’s sexual energy like this was mind blowing. And she wasn’t sure she could ever go back to what it was before.

“Then we can set new rules,” Bea murmured against Bunny’s cheek as she pulled Bunny’s shirt up and over her head, dropping it to the floor. She followed it with Bunny’s sports bra. Bea cupped Bunny’s breasts, flicking her nipples with the side of her thumb and grinning. “For the record, you could join the itty bitty titty committee if you wanted.”

Bunny snorted loudly, her lips curling upward as a flush rushed over her chest and her cheeks.

“I like your tits, too.” Bea bent down and pressed their mouths together in an open-mouthed kiss. “And I’m glad you like my perfect giant tits.”

“Fuck yes,” Bunny muttered, already pushing her hands up Bea’s sides to find those perfect breasts under her dress. She wasn’t surprised to find no bra holding them into place. The dress was designed for it, and Bunny had definitely seen the way they had moved when Bea had been on stage.

“I do forgive you, Bunny,” Bea whispered into her skin. “But I’m not sure if I can allow you to do something like that again.”

“I understand.” Bunny bit her lip, not sure where to go from there. Was this Bea killing the mood?

As if to make her point, Bea lifted up slightly and dragged her dress up and over her head, revealing every part of her body for Bunny’s perusal.

“Fuck, your tits are amazing.” Bunny couldn’t stop herself. Immediately, she shifted forward and pressed her lips against Bea’s already hardened nipple, then she flicked her tongue over the nub before sucking it completely into her mouth.

Bea moaned, her nails digging into the back of Bunny’s hair and pushing Bunny’s face toward her instead of pulling her away. Bunny cupped the sides of Bea’s breasts, pushing them together, and she moved her face side to side in the cushion of Bea’s amazing tits. She couldn’t be happier. The echo of Bea’s joyous laugh was music to Bunny’s ears.

“Do you like that?” Bea asked, her voice husky and full of arousal.

“Only with perfect tits,” Bunny mumbled between kisses to Bea’s soft skin.

“Touch me, Bunny.” Bea pressed their mouths together. “I’m tired of waiting.”

What are we doing?The question was on the tip of Bunny’s tongue, but she couldn’t force herself to ask it. Staring up into Bea’s beautiful big blue eyes, she was stunned into silence. Why would Bea want this? After everything that had happened between them, why would she even consider having sex again?

Bunny simply didn’t understand it.

“Bunny,” Bea said again, her voice a definite warning of impatience.

“I’ve got you.” Bunny grabbed Bea’s ass, squeezing her cheeks before sliding one hand right between her legs. She almost asked if Bea wanted this fast or slow, but she already knew the answer. They were in the middle of the dressing room. And Bea had never been one to linger in sensations. Neither was Bunny for that matter.

Flicking three fingers back and forth rapidly, Bunny wrapped her other arm around Bea’s back to keep her steady when she inevitably started losing control of her body. Bea threaded her fingers in Bunny’s hair again, plundering her mouth like Bunny was the air that she breathed. Bunny had to work hard to concentrate, to keep the pace she’d set, to not fall into the world that she so desperately wanted to get lost in.

Bea.

“Yessssss,” Bea hissed, dropping her forehead to Bunny’s shoulder. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

Bunny clenched her jaw, increasing the speed and holding steady. What would happen next? When Bea was done with her? How would they part ways tonight? Truce signed or still on uneven ground? Perhaps the true answer was both.

“Bunny,” Bea whispered. “Stay with me.”

Bunny tensed. What kind of request was that?

“Stay with me.” Bea breathed the words right before grunting, her entire body tightening as she clung onto Bunny’s shoulders.

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