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“I know. It’s easier said than believed for me.”
“Well, I would love to help make you believe. We talked about that at the barbecue.” Finley moved to sit next to her again. “Are you ready?”
“For sex?”
“No sex tonight, but if you’re still up for that second base thing, I’m prepared to deliver.”
“Deliver?” she said, laughing a little.
“Yeah, come here.” Finley patted her lap.
Molly wasn’t sure what she meant at first, but she stood and watched Finley shift back just enough to give her space to straddle her hips. Molly moved into her then, and Finley wrapped her arms around Molly’s back.
“I’m real. This is real. I’m here because I’m crazy about you,” Finley told her as she ran her hands up under Molly’s shirt. “Can I show you?”
Molly nodded, so Finley licked her lips and kissed her. It was slow, and it didn’t build into anything more heated, despite Molly’s body now wanting it to do just that. Finley’s tongue moved into her mouth and flicked Molly’s until Molly moved her own against it, feeling its softness and warmth, making it real that she was kissing Finley Storm. They stayed like that for a long time, with Finley’s hands moving over her back, sometimes slowly and other times, quickly. Then, they cupped Molly’s ass through the sweats she had changed into when they got here. Molly wanted them on her skin, but she knew what Finley was doing, and she wanted this even more.
“Can I take off your shirt?” she asked. “Well,myshirt.”
When they arrived here, Molly had handed Finley her comfortable clothes to change into, and now, she was asking for permission to take them off. Finley nodded, and Molly swallowed before reaching for the hem. Finley’s arms lifted over her head, and Molly pulled off the shirt, revealing her bare breasts because Finley had, apparently, taken off her bra when they’d changed in separate rooms.
“You can touch them,” Finley encouraged as she took one of Molly’s hands and placed it between her breasts over her heart. “Do you see my nipples?”
“Uh… Yes. I’m staring at them right now, Fin.”
Finley laughed a little and said, “They’re hard, Molls.”
“I can see that.”
Finley moved Molly’s hand to cup her breast, and Molly did, feeling the hardness against her palm.
“God,” she said.
“They’re real, too, and they’re yours.” Finley ran a hand up under Molly’s shirt and rested her hand between Molly’s bare breasts. “My heart is yours, too.”
When Molly nodded, Finley knew what that meant, so she reached for and pulled off Molly’s shirt. Molly’s hands went to Finley’s breasts, cupping them and massaging them because she hadn’t done this last night. Finley lay back and held on to Molly’s hips, letting Molly continue to stroke her breasts and use her thumb and forefinger to play with her nipples, earning a little moan from Finley.
“Should I stop?”
“No. Why would you stop?” Finley asked.
“If we’re not… You’re getting… I mean, I think you’re getting turned on.”
“You are very much turning me on right now, yes,” Finley said and cupped both of Molly’s breasts. “I could honestly come from just this.”
“No, you couldn’t.”
“Yes, I could. My nipples are very sensitive, and if you touch them a certain way, I’ll feel it down there.”
“You would?”
Finley nodded.
“You’ve come that way before?”
“Only on my own. I have these nipple clamps at home.”
“You have nipple clamps? You said you had a few toys.”
