everything that she wanted to do at once.
 
 She wanted to taste every inch of Taylor’s creamy, alluring skin. She
 
 wanted to taste her there, between her legs. She wanted Taylor thrashing
 
 below her, coming, moaning out her name. She wanted her to experience
 
 how amazing it could be to just truly let go for the first time and be free.
 
 Christina forced herself to slow down. She needed to savour this. She
 
 didn’t want it to be over too soon. She could hold out. She would force
 
 herself to wait. She promised that she’d go slow, and she would.
 
 She cupped Taylor’s other breast and sucked the nipple deep into her
 
 mouth. Taylor bucked beneath her. She arched up and moved her hands
 
 above her head, clutching at the pillow.
 
 “Does that feel good?” Christina asked, blowing cool air over the hard
 
 little bud.
 
 “Y-yes,” Taylor gas
 
 ped.
 
 Christina skimmed her fingertips over Taylor’s ribs, down lower, and
 
 inched down. “What about here?”
 
 “Yes.”
 
 Christina kissed the flat planes of Taylor’s belly. Her skin was even
 
 warmer there, and she could almost hear Taylor’s rapid heartbeat echoed
 
 beneath her lips. It was hard to believe that Taylor had once carried Chloe
 
 there. Her belly was so smooth and flat that it seemed almost impossible.
 
 Christina hadn’t spent much time considering what it would be like to have
 
 a child. She was too busy with work and family was an abstract left for a
 
 distant future. It had always felt that way to her, but suddenly she wondered
 
 what it would be like to feel a child growing inside. To watch a once
 
 familiar body change with every week that passed.
 
 That part of Taylor felt sacred. Christina kissed Taylor’s skin reverently,
 
 amazed at her own thoughts. Christina bent her head lower, kissing down to
 
 the waistband of Taylor’s panties. “What about when I kiss you here?”