Page 68 of Like First Love, Again

Tori grimaced. “A very antiquated term that weirdly celebrates lesbians who haven’t been with men, and please forget I said it. I just meant that what you like during sex does not define your identity or vice versa.” She continued when Miaslid the pillow down to her chest. “And, for the record, I very much like strapping it on.” She wiggled her brows.

“Are you just saying that?” Mia asked cautiously.

With a chuckle, Tori asked, “Do you want me to run home and grab it?” She wrapped her arm around Mia.

Eyes darting, Mia’s follow-up question landed like a blade to Tori’s throat. “One you’ve used with other women?”

Tori laughed and rolled off Mia. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know your ex-husband had a penis transplant for you.”

“Hilarious.” Mia rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her. A second later, she was crawling over the bed, straddling Tori’s hips like she’d done it a hundred times before.

The way the shirt—Tori’sshirt—hung open, revealing her sumptuous chest; her warm, bare body pressed against Tori’s stomach made Tori forget what the hell they were talking about.

“I just mean, if I had theoptionof picking what I want…” Mia shrugged, tossing back her messy red hair in an attempt to kill Tori.

Tori ran her open palms up Mia’s gloriously thick thighs. “What would you want?”

Mia’s skin flushed again. Her energy was unnecessarily shy for someone practically naked.

Sitting up, Tori peeled off her shirt and kissed a line across her shoulder, over her chest, and up her throat. When Mia was sighing, hips rocking gently against her, Tori ghosted her mouth over Mia’s ear.

“You’re a size queen, aren’t you?” Tori whispered.

“Don’t judge me,” Mia screeched, pushing Tori back onto the bed and landing on top of her.

Laughing, Tori kissed her and held her close. She looked into her bright hazel eyes when she said, “Let’s pick exactly what you want.”

“You really think you’d be comfortable with that? You don’t think I’d be trying to change who you are or anything, right?” Mia slid off Tori only to straddle her thigh, the warm heat of her body more noticeable. More lethal. “Because…” Mia pushed her thigh into Tori, grinding against her. “I like your body very much.”

When Mia kissed her, it was all heat and hunger. It said everything Tori needed to know—I want you. Please believe me.

Slipping a little lower on the bed, Tori gripped Mia’s waist. “Put your knee on the bed,” she whispered against her insatiable mouth.

Mia obeyed, hair half in Tori’s face when she got on all fours on top of her.

“Don’t stop kissing me,” Tori said, sure that her pent up desire was going to make the move possible.

Grinding against Mia’s upper thigh, Tori let her desire build.

“Just kiss you?” Mia asked, growing confidence making her rock into Tori—her back muscles tensing and releasing under Tori’s fingers with each swing. Without waiting for a response, Mia slid her hand up Tori’s side before taking her nipple between her fingers.

The combination of Mia’s touch and her tongue obscenely deep in Tori’s mouth made the heat pulse and spread low in Tori’s body. Arching her back, she willed herself to grind harder. Faster. And then Mia’s mouth was roaming down her throat, leaving hard, wet kisses everywhere she went.

Sighing, Tori threw her head back, mouth hanging open when Mia’s tongue found her other nipple. It was too much sensation for her to process. Too much to relieve with just Mia’s thigh.

Snaking her hand between their bodies, Tori found her hard, swollen clit with her fingers and pressed hard. Mia lifted her hipsas if to give her room, but Tori didn’t want to lose an inch of her body on hers.

“Don’t go,” Tori said, straining against her own touch to stop herself from finishing the game too soon. “Unless you don’t want me to come on your thigh.”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Mia groaned, dropping back onto Tori and taking her nipple into her mouth.

Tori was already so close, and then Mia moaned while she did something indescribable with her tongue. Tori felt it everywhere, imagining Mia extinguishing the heat burning under her fingers with her mouth.

“God, baby. That feels so good,” Tori panted before registering what she’d said. Eyes flying open, panic snatched her back from the edge. “Sorry. That’s weird.”

Mia looked up at her, mouth open and the tip of her tongue teasing Tori’s hard nipple. She didn’t so much as blink when she traded Tori’s breast for her lips.

“It’s not weird,” she promised, her usually deep voice raspier than Tori had ever heard it. She pressed her thigh into Tori, jumpstarting her still fingers back into action. “I like it.” She hovered over Tori’s mouth, taunting her with a kiss just out of reach. “I want you to call me baby when you come.”

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