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“God,” Sophie let out.

“Yeah. I’ve waited a while for this,” Bryce told her. She moved Sophie’s hands over her head, and her dark eyes told Sophie to keep them there. “Are you okay with me taking the lead?”

“Yes,” she replied. “Yes, please,” she added, not caring if it sounded like begging.

Bryce smirked, and it was so damn sexy, Sophie’s legs wobbled a bit. When Bryce leaned forward and connected their lips, Sophie did her best not to think about the fact that she really wanted that toothpaste right about now. Bryce noticed and pulled back to stare into her eyes.

“Relax, Sophia,” she said. “Everything is okay.” She ran a hand over Sophie’s face, holding her chin in place for a second before she kissed her again.

And Sophie believed her. Everythingwasokay. Bryce was kissing her and pressing into her in a way that clearly told Sophie she wanted her. Bryce didn’t want perfection. She just wantedher, and that mattered so much.

Sophie kissed her back, and when Bryce’s hands went to hers, Bryce clasped them against the wall and held them there, keeping them connected in this way for a long time before she wrapped Sophie’s arms around her neck, placed her own at Sophie’s waist, and then lifted her straight off the ground.

“Oh, my God!” Sophie wrapped her legs around Bryce, who carried her over to the bed and deposited her down on it.

Bryce climbed on top of her and hovered there for a minute.

“You’re so beautiful, Soph,” she said with her hand placed between Sophie’s breasts over her shirt.

Then, Sophie just watched as Bryce leaned back and pulled off the sweater she’d been wearing, followed by her T-shirt, which left her only in a black-and-white Calvin Klein sports bra.

“Jesus,” Sophie let out when she saw the small breasts and nipples trying to make their way out of the fabric.

Bryce ran a quick hand through her own hair before she reached down to her jeans to unbutton and unzip them. Sophie continued to watch her as she stood and kicked off her shoes and her socks, which Sophie couldn’t see, but then the jeans were lowered to her knees and disappeared entirely. Bryce was wearing matching boxer briefs underneath, and her body was perfect. Sophie licked her lips, wanting to reach out and touch her, but Bryce was on the move again. Her hands were on Sophie’s shoes, removing them for her, followed by her socks, which Sophie tried not to think about because they’d walked a lot today. Moments later, Bryce moved to hover over her again, and she kissed Sophie slowly while her hand roamed over Sophie’s body but still over her clothes.

Sophie wasn’t sure how much more of this she would be able to take because Bryce was nearly naked and on top of her, and she needed thembothto be naked and touching one another. Bryce seemed to understand somehow, and Sophie felt the button on her jeans being undone next. They stopped kissing because Bryce, apparently, wanted to watch what her hand was doing. The zipper followed suit, and Sophie swallowed because Bryce was standing again and tugging at her jeans until they were on the bed next to Sophie while Bryce stared down at the gray panties Sophie had chosen that morning.

“Fuck, Sophie,” Bryce let out, and that hand was in her hair again, driving Sophie crazy.

“What?” she asked, wondering if that was a good ‘fuck’ or a bad ‘fuck.’

“Baby, you’re so wet,” Bryce said. “I can… see you.”

“Oh. Yeah. You’re really hot,” she replied, feeling the blush rush up her neck to her cheeks.

“God, I get to taste you. I can’t believe it,” Bryce said.

She was back on top of Sophie now, and the slowness from before appeared to be gone. Bryce was reaching for the hem of Sophie’s shirt and pulling it over her head. Sophie didn’t have a matching bra on, but the white one she’d chosen seemed to be okay for Bryce, who stared down at it before she kissed the tops of Sophie’s breasts, moved her mouth to Sophie’s neck, and finally, her jaw before she held herself up.

“I want you,” she said, and her tone was clear.

It was not shy or reverent. It was almost demanding. Bryce wanted her, and Sophie wantedherto have whatever she wanted because this look in Bryce’s eyes, the set of her jaw, told her that whatever was about to happen between them was going to be good. She had no more doubts about that as Bryce silently asked her to arch her back to be able to unclasp her bra and remove it entirely. Seconds later, Bryce’s lips were back on her breasts, and Bryce’s tongue was licking Sophie’s nipples, making Sophie writhe beneath her. Bryce sucked on one nipple while she squeezed her other breast. Sophie wanted to keep watching, but it all felt too good. Her eyes closed, and her head went back against the pillow.

Suddenly, Bryce’s hands were on her waist, and Sophie’s panties were being pulled off her body. Sophie opened her eyes then, and she took in how Bryce stared at her. Bryce’s tongue slipped out to lick her lips as she looked at her sex, so Sophie felt confident enough to spread her legs farther. Bryce was sitting back on her heels, and her head tilted a bit to take her in before she looked back up into Sophie’s eyes. Maintaining their eyecontact, she tapped Sophie’s left knee, and Sophie spread her legs farther still. Bryce’s hands went under her knees then, and she shifted until she was settled between Sophie’s legs, looking at her center, which, Sophie knew, was practically dripping in anticipation.

“I swear, I love foreplay, but right now, I just need to take you,” Bryce told her.

“That’s really fine with–”

But Sophie couldn’t finish her sentence because Bryce hadn’t waited. She hadn’t started slow, with kisses on her inner thighs or light licks. She’d gone straight to Sophie’s clit and sucked it hard into her mouth.

“Oh, fuck!” Sophie’s head went back again, and her eyes closed as she tried to take in all the sensations at once. “Yes!”

She couldhearhow wet she was. When Bryce sucked, Sophie could hear it. Bryce’s tongue almost rolled against her clit as her lips engulfed it and sucked, applying pressure and relief, pressure and relief some more, until Sophie’s hand had a mind of its own and went to the back of Bryce’s head, pressing her down and lifting her hips to meet her at the same time. She knew it wouldn’t take long, but when Bryce slipped her fingers inside her, Sophie knew it would only be seconds before her orgasm rushed over her.

“I’m–” She paused. “Too soon.”

Bryce stopped her sucking, which wasnotwhat Sophie wanted, and looked up at her.

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