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“No,” she replied.

Linden’s bra was gone soon after, and she reached for one of the four pillows Asher always had on her sofa. She tossed it to the ground, found two more, and did the same. Asher lifted herself to help as Linden pulled at her underwear next and practically tore it from her body, dropping it onto the floor before she stood, undid her own jeans, and pulled them off along with her boy shorts, leaving her completely naked in front of Asher now.

Asher thought she’d climb on top of her, but instead, Linden knelt again, spread her legs, and Asher’s hips were pulled until they were near the end of the sofa. Linden’s dark blue eyes were staring up at her as if she was about to claim her, and Asher knew that she wanted her to. She wanted to be claimed by this woman. Her hips lifted an inch on their own, causing Linden to smirk.

“What do you want, Ash?” she asked as she looked down and licked her lips.

“You.”

“Me to do what?”

“Take me,” Asher said, and she’d never said that to a lover before.

“It could get messy,” Linden replied and looked back up at her. “You’re already really wet, and we’re on your nice, neat couch.” She took her index finger, dragged it through Asher’s wetness, and then sucked that finger into her mouth. “Yes, it could get very messy.”

“Fuck,” Asher whispered.

“Tell me,” Linden said as she pulled Asher’s hips closer still. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“God, Linden. You’re–” Asher stopped.

She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to say what she wanted out loud. She had no practice with this. No one she’d slept with had ever asked her to tell them what she wanted before. She swallowed hard and looked down at Linden, knowing what she wanted to say and just needing the courage to get it out.

“Taste me.”

“How?” Linden asked as her thumbs worked to spread Asher.

“With your tongue.”

Linden moved until she was just over Asher’s sex. Her tongue slipped out, and she licked Asher’s length.

“Like that?”

“Yes,” Asher whispered.

“Tell me what else you want.”

“You to do that… again.”

Linden repeated the move with her tongue before she stopped at the top of Asher’s clit and flicked it a few times.

“Shit,” Asher let out.

“What else?” Linden asked.

“Whatever you want,” she told her, wanting to relent control now to focus on the feeling of Linden touching her.

“I want… things to get messy sometimes,” Linden said, spreading Asher’s legs farther. “Pillows on the floor. Shoes don’t always have to go by the front door. We can make a mess in the kitchen.” She licked Asher again. “But fancy designer dresses can also go in my closet.” Another lick. “Because they areyourfancy designer dresses.” Linden sucked, but only for a second before she looked up at Asher. “I want a little order sometimes, but right now, all I want is to make you scream from feeling so good and not worry about the pillows or the bra or anything else because everything is… perfect, Ash. Everything is perfect right now.”

For a split second, Asher wondered what had Linden so happy, but she didn’t have time to ask because Linden’s head was back between her legs, and she’d used her arms to toss Asher’s legs over her back, pulling Asher’s center fully against her face as she moved her lips to Asher’s clit and sucked harder than she had last night.

“Oh, fuck,” Asher said.

She leaned back into her sofa, not thinking about how much money she’d spent on it or the fact that she was definitely making a mess on it right now. She let Linden take her until she couldn’t hold on anymore. When Linden rubbed her chin up and down in time with her sucks, Asher lost control, and her head went back. Her legs went up into the air, which only gave Linden even better access, and Asher’s orgasm intensified more.

“Linden!” She knew she was yelling, but she didn’t care if anyone could hear and would know what she was doing in her living room because Linden was making her come harder than she’d ever come before in her life. “Linden, God! Don’t stop.”

Linden mumbled against her clit, and Asher held on. It felt like minutes later when Linden finally slowed and then stopped altogether. Asher’s eyes were still closed when she felt Linden move from her kneeling position to the sofa. She opened her eyes then, knowing that she looked like she’d just been completely fucked and not caring. Linden sat next to her and leaned over to kiss her, letting Asher taste herself on her lips. Linden’s hand was on her hip, and she was pulling on her. Asher figured it out, but in her post-orgasmic haze, it took her a second to realize that Linden wanted her to sit on her lap, to straddle her.

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