Page 99 of Igniting Her

Cassie’s hand moved beneath Ellie’s shirt and closed around her breast. The laughter changed shape. Ellie arched into her palm while Cassie’s thumb passed slowly over her nipple.

“Which part?” Ellie asked.

“The part that tells me what you want.”

Heat settled low in Ellie’s body. Months together had not dulled the effect of Cassie’s voice when it narrowed into that quiet register. The difference was what lived around it now: boxes in both their names, two keys in the bowl by the door, Cassie’s knee between hers on a bed neither woman could be ordered out of.

“I want you naked,” Ellie said.

Cassie lifted her head. “Undress me.”

Ellie pulled the dark T-shirt over her head. Cassie’s hair rose with it and fell loose around her face. She wore nothing beneath. Ellie bent and took one nipple into her mouth while opening the drawstring of Cassie’s sleep shorts. Cassie caught her shoulder when her tongue pressed flat.

“Slowly.”

Ellie slowed. She drew the nipple between her lips and circled it with her tongue until Cassie’s fingers tightened. The shorts slid down. Ellie followed them with her hands, tracing the firm line of Cassie’s hips before letting the fabric fall.

Cassie stepped free and stood naked between Ellie’s knees.

“Beautiful,” Ellie said.

The word still reached Cassie. Her gaze dropped for a fraction of a second before returning without defense.

“Your turn.”

Ellie stripped off her shirt and bra. Cassie removed the rest with less ceremony, dragging Ellie’s shorts and underwear down together and kissing the coordinates along her ribs when she rose. The touch left Ellie breathless for reasons that had nothing to do with the mouth traveling toward her breast.

Cassie climbed over her. Their skin met from chest to thigh. Ellie wrapped one leg around her and kissed her until Cassie’s composure softened into want.

Then Cassie reached toward the open box beside the nightstand.

Ellie glanced at its label. “Electrical?”

Cassie removed the black harness and silicone cock they had packed beneath two extension cords. “Your system lacked an appropriate category.”

“You wrote the labels.”

“Put it on.”

Ellie went still.

Not from uncertainty. From the clarity of the request.

Cassie held her gaze. Her body remained over Ellie’s, open and warm, one hand wrapped around the base of the toy. “I want you to wear it. I want to be on top.”

“Yes.” Ellie kissed her once. “Tell me everything.”

They moved without hurry. Ellie fitted the harness low around her hips while Cassie opened the lubricant. The domestic lightness of the motions made them no less erotic. Cassie checked the straps, tightened one, then ran her palm over the front as if confirming equipment before use.

The pressure of the harness against Ellie’s clit drew a breath from her.

Cassie heard the change in her breath. “Good?”

Ellie held her eyes. “Very.”

“Lie back.” Cassie waited until Ellie obeyed, then straddled her thighs. She slicked the first two fingers of her right hand and opened herself with slow, practiced strokes, adding lubricant and curling once until her hips shifted.

Ellie reached for her.