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“Okay.”
“But I’ve never done that before. I mean, I have now with you, but I’ve not been on top.”
“More of a pillow princess?” she teased.
Molly laughed and said, “A little, yeah.”
“Want to roll over? I love being on top.”
“Because you’re one-hundred-percent a top,” Molly said.
“Like, ninety-five, but I see your point. Did you think I was a top before?”
“You mean when I was thinking about us doing this?”
“Yes,” Finley said.
“You were definitely on top. I think in all my fantasies, I was maybe on top for about five percent of them.”
“Well, look at that,” Finley replied with a smile. “I am ninety-five percent a top, and you’re five percent. Perfect fit.”
She reached between them, spread Molly’s lower lips, and when Molly gasped, she took Molly’s hand and moved it into position.
Molly spread Finley’s lips, and Finley lifted herself a bit, removing her hand and pulling Molly’s back as she did. Molly lowered into her then, and there was another sexy gasp.
“Now, just move. You can go slow at first. Slow is so good,” Finley said.
Molly rocked her hips, moving them forward and back, and did just as Finley suggested: she went slow. Finley cupped Molly’s ass and pushed down, indicating that she would love more pressure. Molly gave it to her, and her lips moved to Finley’s, kissing her just as slowly, matching that pace she’d set that was driving Finley wild.
“I might not come like this,” Molly shared after a few minutes.
“That’s okay. Does it feel good?”
“God, yes. I love touching you like this,” Molly replied.
“Tell me what you’re thinking right now,” she requested as she pushed Molly’s hair out of her face.
“I’m worried that I won’t be able to make you come like this.”
“I think I can take care of that for you,” she said and kissed Molly hard. “Go faster.”
She stared into Molly’s eyes and gave her the smallest nod, trying to tell her that she was already so close.
Molly rocked a little faster.
“And harder,” Finley added before she moaned. “Yes. Just like that, baby. So good.” Her head went back, and she closed her eyes. “I’ll come, Molls. You’re making me come.”
Molly gasped and moved her lips to Finley’s neck. She kissed and sucked, and Finley wanted her mouth on her nipple, but the angle wouldn’t work, so she hoped she would get that later. As she came, she held on to Molly’s hips, helping her move against her in just the way she wanted. The orgasm wasn’t the strongest of her life, but it was up there as one of the best. It was longer than usual because Molly kept moving against her, even when Finley tapped her hip, telling her that she could stop because she’d come. She just opened her eyes when Molly kept going, though, and she watched her. Molly’s eyes were closed. She appeared to be trying to come herself, and Finley didn’t want to stop this for anything. So what if her clit was getting a little sore or might come again if Molly didn’t stop soon?
“Babe?”
“Yes?” Molly said in a whisper.
“Are you…”
“I don’t know, but I feel close.”
“What do you want?”
