Page 68 of Spicy Sapphic Christmas

Now that she knew where she was, Bea’s body felt more rested than it had in months. More months than she cared to admit. She had slept so soundly after last night’s activities. The soft bed beneath her didn’t make it such a hard wake-up either. Though actually getting out of the bed might prove another hurdle. Especially with the weight of Bunny’s arm stretched over her stomach.

How had she missed that earlier? Smiling, Bea shifted a little closer to Bunny’s heat that radiated from beside her.

Beneath the crisp linen, the scent of arousal washed over her. She burrowed herself a little deeper into the warmth and the scent memory. The soft material brushed along her naked skin, and idly she wondered where her clothes might be. She hardly remembered taking them off. Then she remembered she hadn’tbeen the one throwing them across the room. Bunny had been ravenous, and Bea had been more than willing to comply.

“Didn’t you get enough wiggling around last night?” Bunny’s husky, sleep-riddled voice was half muffled as her breath brushed across Bea’s shoulder.

The hint of frustration at the wake-up was underscored by the hint of a challenge. A challenge that sent Bea’s body into high gear. Bea would have been more than happy to take Bunny up on that challenge immediately if her bladder wasn’t screaming at her.

“Hold that thought.” It turned out to be quite easy to get out of the bed once the hope of a replay of last night’s events was on the cards.

Washing her hands and looking at her reflection in the bathroom mirror made Bea pause for a moment, even as her body ached to be touched again. No, not just touched, touched by Bunny. Damn it, she looked happy, genuinely happy. Something hard rested behind her ribs, and she rubbed at her chest.

“How long am I supposed to be holding onto this thought?” Bunny’s voice called through the bathroom door.

Bea smiled and nodded. Orgasms had a tendency to make her look happy, she reasoned as she stepped back into Bunny’s bedroom from the attached bathroom.

A master bathroom.

Bea had been excited when she’d found an apartment she could afford without sharing with Jo, even though it was a studio and everyone could see everything at once. Bunny was living in luxury already. Bea smiled seeing Bunny stretched out on the bed, covers now kicked off, lying in disarray on the floor at the foot of the bed.

“So what thought was I holding on to?” Bunny yawned behind one hand while the other beckoned Bea toward her.

Bea moved slowly, enjoying the sudden stillness in Bunny’s chest, as she held her breath and watched Bea’s swaying hips draw closer.

“I believe the thought had something to do with wiggling.”

“Wiggling?” Bunny gave a cocky grin as she lifted up on her elbows to see more of Bea as she stepped up to Bunny’s side of the bed.

Bunny lay back, one hand behind her head while the fingers of the other reached out and brushed against Bea’s naked hip. The touch was firm but soft, just the way Bea liked it, making her suck in a breath, quickly checking in with her body.

She wanted it, that wasn’t the issue, but she hadn’t had so many orgasms in one night in a very long time. Perhaps ever. And checking in was never a bad idea as things usually went. Her body was good. Her mind however was another thing, and now wasn’t the time to worry about that.

“Oh yes.” Bea crawled onto the bed on her knees, shuffling to straddle Bunny’s hips. “It was definitely about wiggling.”

“And you think this is how it’s going to play out this morning?” Bunny’s hips rose, causing Bea to let out a small squeal that filled the luxurious room with laughter.

She stilled and blinked down at Bunny. Bunny’s eyes met her own, and she blinked back. Did she realize how very strange that noise had sounded, even to Bea’s own ears?

Bea shook her head and her thoughts. There was only one thing she would think about right now.

And that was wiggling.

“You mean…” Bea slowly moved in a circle over Bunny’s crotch. Bea was already wet, or maybe still wet from last night, which was more likely earlier this morning. Either way the feeling sent a bolt of electricity through her body, a flood of new arousal rushing through her. “…this isn’t the kind of wiggling you’d like me to do?”

“Hmmm.” Bunny’s growl was paired with gripping Bea’s hips and pulling her down hard.

“Is that a yes to the wiggling?” Bea laughed.

“Mm-hmm.” Bunny’s voice remained husky as her breath grew louder and faster.

Bea leaned forward and took one of Bunny’s already hard nipples in her mouth. Alternating between biting and sucking, Bea maintained a steady rhythm of her hips against Bunny’s.

“Bea.” It wasn’t a demand but a plea, and only then did Bea give in to Bunny’s grip. She told herself it wasn’t the begging in Bunny’s voice, but her own need for release.

She didn’t believe the lie.

“Oh fuck.” Bea panted as she pushed herself back up, hands gripping onto Bunny’s, which continued to dig into her hips.

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