Page 17 of Spicy Sapphic Christmas

Bunny stepped back, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. “Not done with me yet?”

“I think I’ll keep you around for a little bit longer.”

Bea watched with rapt attention as Bunny reached for her belt buckle and pulled it loose, as her thin fingers popped the button and pulled down the zipper. As she shimmied her pants down her hips. Using the back of her heel, Bea pulled Bunny toward her, immediately putting her hand between Bunny’s legs and cupping her.

“You’re as wet as I am.”

“Not quite,” Bunny said through clenched teeth. “But I’ll get there.”

“How do you like it?” Bea asked, waiting for Bunny’s next move before she did anything else.

“Two fingers and use the heel of your palm on my clit.” Bunny gave Bea a direct stare.

Nothing sexier than a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. Bea eyed her firmly as she pulled her hand away from Bunny’s body, sliding two fingers into her mouth and coating them generously with her saliva. It was the best she had. Shedidn’t think she’d be having a one-night stand in here. That had never been a thought that entered her mind.

“Fuck, you still smell good,” Bunny said, sliding her thumb along her lips. “Taste even better.”

Almost impossibly, Bea was ready to go again. It sucked that they were still at Julianna’s. that they weren’t someplace where they could do this on repeat. Without waiting, Bea did exactly what Bunny had asked. She rapidly moved her fingers in, sliding them back and forth while pressing the heel of her palm hard against Bunny before pulling out and doing it again. Bunny pulled Bea’s face toward her.

Parting her lips expectantly, Bea kissed Bunny’s small pert breasts. She teased her tongue in a circle around Bunny’s nipple. She sucked when she moved her fingers in again. She pulled away in the same rhythmic motion as her fingers before moving in again onto Bunny’s other nipple.

This was glorious. Sex for pure and simple pleasure. She should have tried this sooner. Then again, no one had ever come close to pushing Bea to this kind of moment before now. Not that she’d tell Bunny that. It’d probably go to her head and inflate her ego even more than it already had.

God, what if she thinks I’m some stupid groupie?

Fuck. What if she likes fucking groupies?

Bea cringed at that thought and tried to shake it from her mind. Bunny didn’t strike her as someone who would fuck random women, especially women who were fans. She hadn’t even admitted she liked women out loud, when it would have been so easy to say she was queer.

“Close,” Bunny said through clenched teeth. She kept her grip firmly on the back of Bea’s head, and Bea didn’t move. She kept doing exactly what Bunny had asked her to do. She kept everything exactly how it was.

Bunny scrunched her face, her nose wrinkling, her eyes clenched tight. Her cheeks were red with arousal. She arched her back and grunted softly, reaching down suddenly to Bea’s wrist and tightening her grasp. Bea tried to pull back, but Bunny kept her hand in place. Bea continued the movement, the in and swipe and out, until Bunny finally pulled her hand away.

Wiping her fingers on her thigh, Bea stayed put, the realization of everything they’d just done washing her with cold disgust. How could she have given in to this? How could she have not cared enough about herself to allow Bunny to touch her? Bunny would never be good enough for her. No one was.

That was a hard lesson she’d learned early on in her life. Her standards were too high for anyone to reach them. Perfection was impossible. Bea held her breath tight in her chest as shame ate at her again. Bunny didn’t move in for a kiss. She didn’t offer any soft touches or kind words.

Instead, they stared awkwardly at each other. Neither of them knew what to do next.

“I guess we should get back out there,” Bunny finally said, shifting her underwear and pants back up her hips. “They’re probably wondering where we went off to.”

Bea clenched her jaw, the muscles working hard before she shook her head.

What had she been expecting anyway?

She hopped off the edge of the counter and found her thong. Bunny got dressed at the same time, waiting for Bea to finish. When Bea smoothed down her dress and glanced in the mirror to look at her hair and makeup, she sighed. There was no way she was going to be able to fix that. She’d just have to make it look as good as she could.

She futzed with her hair, making it look purposely messy and then swiped her fingers around her mouth to clean up her lipstick. When she turned back around, she was annoyed thatBunny was still there. She was just about to push past her when Bunny’s hand on her shoulder stopped her.

“Tell Jo that what the world says doesn’t matter. So long as they buy your music, so long as your fans are loyal, people can talk shit all they want. What matters is that she believes in who she is with everything she has.”

Bea drew in a shuddering breath, knocked back by the honesty in those words. “I will.”

“And when she begins to doubt it…” Bunny trailed off, turning toward the door as if someone was coming. She quieted her tone even more, whispering, “Tell her to rely on you to tell her nothing but the truth, and then you give her exactly what you promised—the truth.”

Bunny moved in swiftly, pressing their lips together in a sweet, tender kiss. Bea held on, lingering in the moment. She tilted back and gripped onto Bunny’s sides, holding as still as she could.

“Same goes for you,” Bunny added in between kisses.

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