“Right there. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t. I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name.”
Lizzie leaned down and took Sarah’s nipple in her mouth. Sucked hard while her hand moved faster. Sarah was close. Lizzie could tell by the way her breathing changed, the way her inner muscles started fluttering around Lizzie’s fingers.
“Come for me, Sarah.”
Sarah came with a cry she tried to muffle against Lizzie’s shoulder. Her whole body shook. Lizzie held her up, kept her fingers moving through the aftershocks until Sarah pulled her hand away.
They stood there breathing hard. Sarah’s legs were shaking so badly she could barely stand. Lizzie helped her to the floor, both of them sinking down to sit against the wall.
“I love you,” Sarah said when she could speak. “I love you so much.”
The words should have shocked her. But they didn’t. Lizzie kissed her. Slow and deep. “I love you too. But we’re not done yet.”
“I think you killed me. I’m dead. This is my ghost.”
“Your ghost has a very active pulse.” Lizzie pressed her fingers to Sarah’s throat where her heartbeat was still racing. “And I can think of at least three more ways to apologize that we haven’t tried yet.”
Sarah laughed. The sound was bright and free. “Three?
“At least. We have time. Nobody’s looking for us yet.”
Lizzie shifted so she was straddling Sarah’s lap. They kissed, deep and messy. Lizzie could feel Sarah hardening under her, could feel fresh wetness between Sarah’s legs.
“Tell me what you fantasized about,” Lizzie said. “After that morning. When you touched yourself thinking about me.”
Sarah’s face flushed darker. “I fantasized about this. About you taking control. Making me beg.”
“Did you beg?”
“Every time.”
“Then beg now.”
Lizzie ground down against Sarah’s thigh. Sarah’s hands came up to Lizzie’s hips automatically.
“Please. I need to touch you. I need to make you come again.”
“How? I don’t think I could come again even if I wanted to. And I do want to.”
“Any way you’ll let me. I’ll do anything.”
“Lie down.”
Sarah stretched out on the concrete floor. It couldn’t be comfortable, but she didn’t complain. Lizzie positioned herself over Sarah’s face, knees on either side of her head.
Sarah pulled Lizzie down. Her tongue was immediately perfect, finding all the right spots. Lizzie rode her face slowly at first, then faster as the pleasure built again.
She looked down and saw Sarah’s hand between her own legs. Touching herself while she licked Lizzie.
“That’s it. Make yourself come while you taste me.”
Sarah moaned against her. The vibration sent sparks through Lizzie’s whole body. She was close again, impossibly close. Sarah seemed to sense it and doubled her efforts.
They came together. Lizzie had to brace herself against the wall to keep from collapsing. Below her, Sarah’s body arched off the floor as her own orgasm hit.
Lizzie moved off carefully and lay down next to Sarah on the hard floor. Both of them were sweating despite the cool air. The phone’s flashlight was dimming but still gave them enough light to see each other.
