“Mm.”
“Stop being... just stop.”
Lizanne moved up an inch and stopped again.
“I will leap off this counter if you don’t… Ohh….” Rose threatened, though there wasn’t an ounce of conviction in it.
Lizanne smiled against her skin and finally put her mouth where it belonged.
The sound Rose made when Lizanne’s tongue first moved through her was immediate and raw. Her hips bucked off the marble. Lizanne put a steadying hand on Rose’s stomach and held her down. She focused on the slick heat, the specific spots that made Rose’s breath catch, the rhythm that made her sayLizannein that fractured, desperate way. She tasted her, moving in slow, deliberatestrokes until Rose was getting wetter with every pass and her thighs were pressing hard against Lizanne’s shoulders.
Lizanne circled her tongue and Rose’s back arched.
She looked up for a second. Rose was completely undone—chest heaving, lips parted, eyes wide. Lizanne went back to her, feeling Rose shudder. She varied the speed, reading the tension in Rose’s body, knowing exactly when to pull back and when to push. Rose’s hips moved in a frantic rhythm and Lizanne matched it, her hands gripping Rose’s thighs now, pulling her closer.
Lizanne slid a finger inside her.
Rose’s breath stopped. Then came a long, shaky exhale as Lizanne began a deep, steady rhythm, her mouth still working against her. Rose was tight and hot and focused, and Lizanne curled her finger, finding the exact spot that made Rose’s body contract and her hand slam against the marble.
“There,” Rose choked out. “Don’t stop.”
Lizanne didn’t.
She kept the pace, her fingers deep, her mouth relentless, until Rose was climbing toward something that had nothing to do with thought. Her thighs trembled. Her hips rocked into every stroke. The hand in Lizanne’s hair had given up trying to direct anything; it was just holding on for dear life.
The tension in Rose snapped. Her hips pushed forward and held, her whole body pulling taut as she came. The sound she made was low and raw.
Lizanne stood up slowly. Rose reached for her immediately, pulling her into a deep, thorough kiss—tastingherself on Lizanne’s mouth without a hint of hesitation. Then Rose’s hands found Lizanne’s hips and slid lower.
“Your turn,” Rose whispered.
She walked Lizanne back until her thighs hit the kitchen table, then sat her down with a firm push to the shoulders. Rose stood between her knees and looked at her—that same systematic, thorough look she gave everything—and then put her mouth to Lizanne’s neck.
Lizanne’s eyes drifted shut.
Rose’s hands were confident. She knew what she was doing. She lingered over Lizanne’s breasts, her mouth and fingers working until Lizanne was gripping the edge of the table and her breathing was a wreck. Rose moved lower, a line of slow, punishing kisses down Lizanne’s stomach, her hands sliding to the backs of Lizanne’s thighs.
Rose knelt.
She pressed her lips to Lizanne’s inner thigh with the same infuriating patience Lizanne had used.
“Rose.”
“Mm.” The sound was muffled against her skin, the sound of someone who was exactly where they wanted to be.
“If you stop now, I will—”
Rose put her mouth on her.
Lizanne didn’t finish the sentence.
Rose’s tongue moved through her slowly. Lizanne’s fingers tangled in Rose’s hair as her hips tilted forward. Rose heldher steady, taking her time, thorough and maddening until Lizanne’s composure shattered piece by piece.
Rose’s tongue circled her and the pressure built until Lizanne was making sounds she’d have been mortified by in any other room. Rose read every sound, adjusting, responding.
She slid a finger deep inside Lizanne, and Lizanne’s head fell back.
Rose’s tongue kept the rhythm while her finger curled, finding the perfect spot. Lizanne dug her fingers into Rose’s shoulder and let herself be taken apart. The pressure built in long, rolling waves, and Rose didn’t rush it; she just held the pace, keeping Lizanne right on the edge until Lizanne’s hand pressed over her own mouth and she came—hard, her body shaking, Rose’s name a muffled sound against her palm. Rose’s mouth stayed on her through every shudder until Lizanne finally held her still.
