Page 37 of Spicy Sapphic Christmas

“Fuck,” Bunny mumbled. She gave in. She pushed her hands into Bea’s hair and pulled her in even closer. Their lips melding together in a desperate kiss.

This was all she needed to know that she was gay. A woman in her arms, someone who was hot and heavy, someone who would melt as soon as she touched her. She slid her hand up Bea’s back, finding her bra strap and snapping it for good measure. She needed more of those amazing tits. Perhaps she could press her face between them and forget there was a world outside that existed.

Bea bit her lip as she smoothed her hands down Bunny’s front until she reached the button and zipper on Bunny’s jeans. “Do I get a taste this time?”

“If you want,” Bunny answered, enjoying the sly look in Bea’s eyes.

What had gotten into them?

They couldn’t keep apart. They couldn’t even stop touching each other. From that one night, to the insane kiss at the piano, to this? Bunny sucked in a sharp breath and pressed her shoulders against the door. Did she even care if Bea managed to plant her face right between Bunny’s legs? Nope.

Get fucked.

That’s all Bunny cared about right now. Shutting Bea up about living out in the world, and getting fucked good and hard. Bunny shoved her pants down her hips to her ankles. She didn’t even get a chance to take off her shoes before Bea was on her knees and her hot mouth was on Bunny’s clit.

“Holy crap.” Bunny gripped onto the doorknob to keep herself upright. She bit back her moan, not wanting it to reverberate around the room and alert everyone in the building to what exactly they were doing.

Bea laughed, the vibrations rolling through Bunny’s clit to her stomach to her chest. Her nipples hardened instantly. Shewanted so much more than this, but this was all she would ever allow. Bunny pushed the back of Bea’s head, moving Bea harder into her. Bunny clenched her jaw.

“Your tongue is wicked,” Bunny said with a laugh. She couldn’t help herself. If she and Bea only ever did this one more time, she’d be happy as a clam. The first time had been so good. This time was bound to be better.

Bea said nothing as Bunny ground her pussy against her face. The sucking became harder, more frantic. Bea’s breathing was sharp, but she didn’t let up. Bunny rutted against her, needing Bea to keep going. Needing this moment to never end. Here, with a woman between her legs, was exactly what Bunny needed. This and her music and she would be the happiest person on the planet.

Bunny halted.

Piper’s voice filtered down the hallway as she chattered with Jo. They were coming. Bunny froze. She pushed Bea’s face away, but Bea didn’t get up and move. Bunny threw her thumb over her shoulder and raised a finger to her lips. Piper and Jo’s voices grew louder as they walked by and then softer as they left.

Bunny couldn’t do this. She couldn’t let Piper find out any of this. Bea looked at her inquisitively.

“Continue.”

With a small smirk, Bea planted her face back between Bunny’s legs and picked up right where she had been forced to leave off. Bunny tightened her grasp on Bea’s hair. She was so close. Gasping, she crumbled. Bea clutched onto her hips, keeping her upright from the force of her orgasm. Bunny clung to the doorknob, needing it now more than ever.

Bea breathed deep, sliding up Bunny’s body and dragging her shirt with her. She cupped Bunny’s breasts and flicked her nipples. “See? Don’t you want to be able to do that every day?”

“I can do that every day.” Bunny locked her eyes on Bea’s soft blue eyes. Where was this argument even coming from? Bea knew nothing about her or about their band. Yet she had the audacity to tell them they were doing their business wrong. Bunny had been incorrect before. Bea didn’t have an angle. But she was assuredly obnoxious in her convictions. “And even better, I don’t need the world to watch me while I fuck you.”

Spinning them around, Bunny pinned Bea to the door.

“Or did you have a better idea for how to end this little tiff?” Bunny started undoing the buttons on Bea’s blouse, finally finding her push-up bra right in place on the soft mounds of flesh she’d been longing for. Pressing kisses to the tops of Bea’s breasts, Bunny waited for an answer.

“I didn’t realize this was a tiff.” Was Bea’s voice breathy? “I thought this was how you did foreplay.”

Bunny snorted, pressing the flat of her tongue along Bea’s breast and sliding it under the fabric to find her nipple hard and ready for her. Bea chuckled, her chest rising and falling with the sound.

“Oh you’re a feisty one.”

“Are we fucking or fighting?” Bunny retorted.

Bea snorted. “It seems both.”

“Then shut up.” Bunny froze. She sighed heavily and pressed her head to Bea’s chest. “That was uncalled for.”

“It was.” Bea breathed deeply and let it out on a sigh. “So are you going to apologize?”

“Are you going to stop trying to force me to do something I don’t want to do?”

“Touché.” Bea smiled saucily. “But I don’t understand why you won’t—” Bea gasped, her mouth parting. She glanced down.

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