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Kate slipped her free hand beneath her, keeping her close.
    “ Yes ,” Erato breathed, and that was exactly the kind of consent Kate enjoyed. She smiled around the breast in her mouth, then bit the very tip. The fingers in her hair tightened, almost bringing tears to her eyes. The slight pain sent a lightning bolt of pleasure to her clit, causing her to release a moan to match Erato’s. She seized the nipple beneath her fingers and twisted lightly, flicking its twin with the flat of her tongue. Erato’s hips rose, no doubt searching for contact where she needed it most. “Kate, please.”
    She fought back a smirk. Erato didn’t seem like the impatient type. Raising her mouth from Erato’s breast, she locked gazes with the woman trembling in her arms. “It really feels that good?”
    “You must be joking.” Erato tucked a piece of hair behind Kate’s ear, then put her hand on the crown of her head and encouraged her lower. “See for yourself.”
    She allowed Erato to guide her down the length of her body, dropping open-mouthed kisses on her belly along the way. When she reached the juncture of Erato’s thighs, she used both hands to push them apart, then paused, stunned. Not only was Erato ridiculously perfect—impeccable in every way—but her gorgeous pink folds were swollen and slick like Kate had never seen. Erato’s arousal surely rivaled her own, which relieved and empowered her. She opened her mouth to tell Erato, but nothing she had to say was more important than her first taste of her muse. Instead, she ran her tongue up Erato’s soaked folds.
    The soft, feminine form beneath her tensed, then trembled. Kate pulled back and murmured “Yummy” before going back for more.
    Erato was wonderfully responsive. Her fingers tangled in Kate’s hair, sharp nails scraping her scalp as she dug her heels into the mattress on either side of Kate’s torso. Kate pressed one hand flat against Erato’s belly and snaked the other between them, the tips of her fingers poised for entry.
    “Yes!” Erato said.
    “That’s what I love to hear.” Kate sucked languidly on Erato’s clit as she penetrated her, delighted by her full-body shudder. This was what she’d been missing. Writing about it wasn’t a substitute; she’d never go so long without again. She’d been starving and hadn’t even known.
    Erato shuddered and cried out—loud, throaty, and oh-so-sensual. Kate rose to her knees and spread her legs, arching her back as she licked and thrust. The lewd position was purely mental. She liked the idea of offering a wanton display, even if only to the wall. Unfortunately, her action brought forth a terrible yearning—for pressure on her clit, for penetration, for anything to soothe the painful ache between her legs. Yet she refused to budge until she brought Erato to orgasm. The quiet sighs and moans above her drove her on.
    Moments later, Erato grabbed the hand that still rested on her stomach. “Oh! I’m going to climax.”
    Kate couldn’t help but chuckle at the formality of the warning. She interlaced her fingers with Erato’s and squeezed without stopping the motion of her tongue and other hand. She couldn’t wait to feel the explosion, to taste every last drop. Heady with power, she quickened her thrusts, driving into Erato hard enough to make her entire body rock on the mattress. Both Erato’s hands plunged into Kate’s hair and held her securely in place as she came apart.
    Fighting the urge to fist-pump, Kate continued the long, languid strokes of her tongue long after Erato regained her breath. As badly as she wanted to chase her own release, she hated to stop. Erato tasted so good and clearly loved the attention. Finally the hold loosened on Kate’s hair, and Erato gently pushed her away. “As much as I hate to say it, I need a break.”
    Kate glanced up at her face, pleased to see her so unkempt. Her dark hair stuck up in a just-been-fucked coif that made Kate feel like the goddamn champion