Page 60 of Freedom to Love

Brynn stared into her and nodded. She took her hand and led her through the living room to the bedroom. She turned as she entered, smiling softly. “Nice,” she said, referring to the candles. She backed in, pulling Kat with her. Gunner settled outside the door. Brynn placed a palm on Kat’s chest, covering her tattoo. Then she leaned in and kissed her own hand, then moved it and delicately kissed the tattoo.

“I saw this from a distance and I got so turned on.”

Kat held her head, warm auburn hair spilling over her hand. “Really? I didn’t think you liked it.”

“Oh, I liked it. I just wondered who it was for.”

Kat kissed her head. “It’s for you, silly woman.”

Brynn kissed it again and ran her tongue around the edge, tugging her shirt aside to do so. Then she nibbled and kissed firmly and sucked. “Is there any doubt now how I feel about it?”

Kat shuddered as she moved closer to her breast. “No. No doubt.”

“Good.”

She lowered her hands and lifted Kat’s shirt over her head. Then she lightly kissed her chest and shoulders as she reached around and unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She teased Kat’s hardening nipples with her breath, and she went lower and unfastened her jeans, tugging them down and off.

She stepped back and ate Kat alive with her eyes. When she finally looked up at her, she looked like a wolf honing in on prey. She stepped closer, then reached out and was just about to touch her, when she dropped her hands.

“Now undress me,” she said.

She was breathing as hard as Kat as she watched Kat step in and carefully remove her tank top. She sighed and turned her head to the side and whispered, “Not yet,” when Kat ran her hands up her side. “Not quite yet.” She took Kat’s hands and kissed them and then placed them on her bra. “Keep going,” she said. “Undress me.”

Kat’s hands trembled as she unfastened her bra and let it fall from her fingers. Then, trying her best not to touch her, she slid the linen pants down and away from her, leaving only her panties. “More lace,” Kat said.

“Mm, I dressed with someone in mind.”

Kat grinned, hooked her fingertips into the panties, and tugged downward. Brynn stepped out of them carefully and stood before her, flickering in the candlelight.

They stared into one another, chests heaving, nipples awakening, bodies quivering. “I want you to look at me,” Brynn said. “Look at all the places you want to touch me.”

Kat let her eyes drift down her body to her taut breasts, tight abdomen, and angled hips. She stared at her trimmed pussy, auburn curls nestled above her fold. She could see the glistening of her arousal on her smooth lips.

“Is that where you want to touch me most?”

Kat nodded.

“Me too,” Brynn breathed. “I’ve been dying to feel your wet pussy.”

Kat heated at the words, and Brynn came to her, gently wrapping her fingers around her wrist.

“I want you to touch me. Touch me while I touch you.”

Kat reached out. Brynn released her. They found each other at the same time, warm fingers into hot folds. Both jerked and sighed as fingers slipped and slid against aching flesh. Kat went up to tiptoes when Brynn found her clit and framed it, stroking the length of it. She did the same back, and Brynn tossed her head back and bucked.

“Mm, am I hot?” she asked.

Kat fought closing her eyes at the sensation beneath her fingers and between her legs. “Yes. God yes.”

“Wet?”

“Uh-huh. Very.”

“You want to get hotter, wetter?” She stroked her quicker, faster, then slowed, squeezed her fingers, and pulled, milking her clit. Kat fought to stay upright and not collapse to her knees.

“Is that possible?”

“Oh, anything is possible,” Brynn said. She continued to tug on her, and Kat felt another rush of arousal flood her cunt. Brynn groaned and went lower, swirled around her hole and then stroked the length of her as she came back up with new slickness coating her magical fingers. “See?” She moved closer and used all four fingers to smother her and circle her flesh, again and again.

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