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Taylor fell, dragging Sam down with her. They crashed together, their lips finding their familiar flow as Sam began to explore Taylor’s skin in earnest. She felt warm fingertips skim along the edge of her bra, like Sam was working up the courage to take the next step.

“You can touch them,” Taylor muttered into their kiss. Then she groaned as Sam palmed her breast, running her fingers back and forth over her nipple; the friction of her sports bra only adding to the sensation. It was maddening.

“Good?” Sam murmured.

“Mmhmm,” she replied, because between the hot, open-mouthed kiss, the flicking fingers and Sam pressing into her right now, there wasn’t much room for coherent words. Not wanting Sam to miss out either, she tugged at her shirt until she got the hint, momentarily breaking them apart to pull it over her head.

Taylor took full advantage, exploring immediately with her hands, then almost gasping as Sam lowered herself back down on top of her, their bodies finally coming together for the first time. She caught Sam reacting the same way. “Wow, this feels amazing; your skin is so smooth.” She almost wiggled on top of her, feeling the press of them together.

“Thisis why I love women. No scratchy beards, no chest hair—” Taylor started.

“And boobs,” Sam chimed in, sitting up on Taylor to take in the view. “I’m beginning to think I like them a lot. Specifically, yours right now.” Taylor grinned up at her. Sam pulled at the elastic band around Taylor’s bra, and it snapped back against her skin, making Taylor hiss. “Speaking of, I think these need to come off,” Sam said.

“Okay, Miss Top Energy,” Taylor teased, sitting up to pull her bra over her head.

“I have no idea what that means either—ohwow.” Sam cut herself off as Taylor threw her bra into the darkness. Then, still sitting up, she pressed herself against Sam once more, sliding her fingers up to play at the clasp of Sam’s bra. “May I?” she checked as she sent a flurry of kisses down her neck.

Sam all but whimpered, bordering on begging. “Please.”

She prided herself in being able to deftly undo them with one hand, sliding it off Sam’s shoulders and onto the floor with the other. “Magic,” Sam said.

Taylor would show her magic.

Still sitting up, she dipped her head, closing her mouth over Sam’s nipple and sucking once, twice. Ever so slightly grating her teeth over the tip as it pebbled in her mouth.

“Jesus Christ,” Sam muttered, her head tipped back, hands back in Taylor’s hair. Taylor brought her other hand up to start flicking the other nipple. Making sure to switch between the two, she kept the motion going: suck, bite, pinch. Suck, bite,pinch. Sam’s hips started to grind against Taylor’s thighs in response until she couldn’t take it anymore; she pushed Taylor back down on the bed and was on her in an instant, repeating Taylor’s movements, the sensation travelling straight to her core. Like Sam, Taylor loved boobs too. She loved lavishing them with attention, but it was even better when she received it. Sam started experimenting, rolling Taylor’s nipple around with her tongue as she pulled and kneaded her other breast, the combo driving Taylor crazy. All the while, Sam continued to seek friction on Taylor, her hips undulating against her as she explored Taylor’s body.

Sam moved her mouth to Taylor’s neck, sucking hard.That was going to leave a mark.Heat rose to her face at the thought. She wasn’t the scarf wearing kind of girl. A turtleneck maybe? No, not the time to think about—oh!

Sam changed up positions, slipping a thigh between Taylor’s legs and bringing their mouths back together. How was this Sam’s first time with a woman? Warm hands trailed up and down, igniting Taylor more than she thought possible. She needed release, and she needed it soon. Her own hips started lifting off the bed, seeking Sam’s thigh. More pressure. More friction.

Sam got the hint, her hand now at the waistband of her pants. “These need to go,” she breathed roughly. Taylor could barely nod a response as Sam rolled off her so she could help her wiggle out of them. Taylor helped Sam do the same. No questions necessary.

Another flash and boom clashed outside, amping up the already charged atmosphere in the room. There was enough light to catch each other’s eye. They were completely naked now, their underwear discarded on the floor along with their pants. Taylor sensed Sam’s hesitation. It was one thing to fool aroundat first base with a woman. It was a whole other ball game with what came next.

Chapter Twenty-Four

She wanted this.

Sam just didn’t quite know thehowfor this part.

Taylor looked at her then, like she knew exactly what she was thinking. “Just touch me like you’d touch yourself. I’ve got you,” she said, squeezing her hand in reassurance.

Sam bit her lip. She nodded, not that Taylor would be able to see much beyond her silhouette in the dim light.

She could do this. And holy fuck, she wanted to. She felt like she was on fire, her entire body crackling with energy. Foreplay had never, ever,everfelt this good. Or, let’s be honest—there usually wasn’t much. And not like this. She was turned on almost to the point of frenzy, and while she didn’t know precisely what to do next, she had a pretty good idea, with Taylor’s words echoing in the back of her mind.

She felt safe with Taylor, and there was no one else she’d rather be doing this with for her first time with a woman. That said, she needed Taylor on her,now. She didn’t even have time to take in the fact they were both naked. That she, Samantha Garner, was completely naked with another woman.

Taylor moved to her, swiftly positioning Sam onto her back and claiming her mouth, her thigh sliding between them. The touch made Sam cry out, “Fuck.”

Taylor just smiled into the kiss, her hand coming up to Sam’s breast, tugging her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, each pinch shooting pulses straight between her legs. Taylor began rolling her body down at the same time, the sensations driving Sam absolutely wild.

Reacting on instinct, Sam reached up, returning the favour on Taylor’s breasts, having the advantage of two free hands. They were the perfect size—small, fitting right in her palms, just the way she liked it, apparently.

Taylor’s hand started to make its way down south, their kissing growing heavier, their tongues seeking each other out, driving her wild. Sam slid her hands around to Taylor’s arse, squeezing as she pulled Taylor down harder at their hips.

Taylor pulled back though, making space between them and moving onto her side, her thumb sliding along the crease between Sam’s hip and thigh, edging closer and closer to where Sam wanted it most. Instead, Taylor caressed the insides of her thighs, her warm fingertips moving everywhere but right between her legs.

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