My tongue flicks at her lips, and Zuri lets me taste her. She tastes like her toothpaste—not mint, but it’s a familiar flavor.
When I ease her back, Zuri goes, lying down on the bed, with me coming down on top of her. Our lips still don’t part as I move my body against hers, feel her breasts beneath the thin T-shirt she’s wearing.
I lean back, resting on my knees. “Can I?” I play with the hem at the bottom of her shirt.
She grins up at me, and it nearly steals my breath. “Only if you get rid of yours, too.” There’s not a chance I’m saying no. Being naked with her is one of my favorite things.
I pull my hoodie over my head, tossing it to the floor, then remove my undershirt, leaving myself in only my bra.
“Hot.” Zuri reaches up, running her finger beneath the swell of my left breast.
“Your turn.” I can tell she’s not wearing a bra, so when she sits up slightly and I tug her shirt off, I’m not surprised to see her tits fall free. She’s bigger than me, with pretty, heavy breasts, her nipples already pebbled and hard and begging for my tongue.
“I always love being with you this way,” I say, leaning over her again and kissing my way down her neck.
“I love your mouth,” she replies, already making hungry sounds as I continue my way to my destination.
I move for her right tit first, flicking my tongue against her nipple. Zuri gasps in response, and I can’t help the surge of power that shoots through me with the sound. So much of what we do is new for both of us. Zuri has always known she’s bisexual, but outside of one secret kiss when she was a teenager, I’m the first girl she’s been with, too.
“You like that?” I ask, doing it again. I flick my gaze up at her, and she grins.
“You know I do.”
I tug on her nipple with my teeth, just slightly, before alternating between licking and sucking it, while playing with her left one.
She writhes beneath me and runs her fingers through my hair, arching up as I taste the skin of her other breast. I love it just as much, feel so lucky to be here with her, so lucky to be the one pleasuring her. That she knows my family secrets, and she’s still here.
Why was it easier for me to believe Tiernan, Cillian, and Rory could find love than it was for me to believe I could?
“More,” she begs, grabbing my head and pulling it toward her. Our mouths sear together again as we kiss and move, just enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies.
Everything about her turns me on. My body is sensitive, my panties already wet, and I’m dying to feel her, to sink my fingers into her hot body and feel how turned on she is for me.
“Let’s get you out of these,” I say as I pull away, tugging down her sleep pants and panties. The fabric is soaked, which just turns me on even more. “I think I want to keep them,” I tease, which makes Zuri laugh, and honestly, it’s one of my favorite sounds.
“You’re so ridiculous.”
“For you.” I set them on the nightstand because I wasn’t lying. The thought is kinda hot.
“I think you spend too much time with that group of boys.”
I mean, she’s not wrong, but that’s not what’s on my mind right now, because I’m finally letting myself look at her—at her heavy breasts, her curvy body, and the pretty pussy between her legs.
She doesn’t shave herself bare like I do, but keeps the black hair short, groomed and cut close to her body. I can see how wet she is, how swollen and puffy her pussy is, and I know she’s got to be throbbing like I am.
Zuri spreads her legs wide for me, and I can’t help but run my finger down her wet, hot slit. “You’re so pretty.” I rub my thumb against her clit, and she hisses in response. “You get so wet for me. I love how sensitive you are…how much you respond to me. Jesus, I love touching you, Z.”
“Then get your clothes off and touch me more.”
Yes. That sounds good to me.
Zuri sits up, wrapping her arms around me and unhooking my bra. She tosses it to the floor, her face so close to my achy, needy breasts.
She slides her hands around, covering them, playing with them, and making me moan in response. “Such a pretty pink.” Zuri leans in, laving my nipple with her tongue.
“God, yes,” I say, straddling one of her legs, rubbing my aching cunt on it, needing the friction.
She treats me to the same pleasure I gave her, licking and sucking on my tits, her hands running up and down my back, as I try to position my clit on her leg just right.
