Page 137 of The Matchmaker's Choice: A Lesbian Romance

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wear something sexy?

I’m actually about to apologize for my ugly bra, when

Adley’s hands deftly reach around my shoulders and unhook

the clasp at my back. The bra falls away and then her palm

cups my breast. Her fingertips swirl over my aching nipples.

Now I’m arching into her. Gasping. Breathing heavy. She

kisses her way over my shoulder, down my chest, down to my

breast.

“You’re so beautiful,” Adley whispers. “You have the

most perfect breasts. The most perfect nipples. I’ve thought all

day about tasting them. Like this.” She swirls her tongue over

my nipple playfully. She uses her teeth deftly, scraping them

over the pert bud and licking away the sting.

“Oh my god…” I clasp her shoulders. Dig my fingers

into her hair. Search for something to hold onto so that I don’t

end up in a melted heap at her feet.

“I’ve been thinking about tasting all of you,” Adley

purrs. She grips my waist and lowers me slowly onto the bed.

I don’t go gracefully. Of course. I wish I was more

damn coordinated. I wish I could fall like a dancer, gracefully,

into some position that is sexy and dignified.

I nearly laugh when I realize that Adley doesn’t care

about any of that. She’s looking at me like I am indeed the

most beautiful, graceful, amazing, gorgeous woman in the

entire world.

Adley works my pants undone. She kisses my stomach.

She yanks at the stupid pants. I help her, working them off,

kicking them free. I push myself up on the bed just a little bit

higher. Adley’s hands caress my legs. How can it be so sexy

just to have someone touch your legs? I never realized how

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