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unconstitutional by no
less than eight federal courts. But as long as it’s the law, as such, it should
be upheld by the executive branch,” Ella said.
    Disappointment snaked through Lindsey, though she couldn’t
put her finger on why, especially when she’d just been rooting for Ella to tell
them whatever it took to win. Lindsey reminded herself that this was all show.
Ella believed differently. Lindsey knew it for a fact. And yet, Ella’s answer,
which blatantly skirted an issue important to them both, left Lindsey with a
bad taste in her mouth.
    Not that it mattered because Lindsey had no intention of
forming any sort of long-term relationship—in spite of how fantastic the pussy
happened to be. But she just couldn’t even imagine a relationship with a woman
who couldn’t be open—who couldn’t be honest.
    Her heart tightened as if icy fingers had raked across it.
    As soon as the interview ended, Lindsey switched off the
camera.
    * * * * *
    “Yes! Oh, Lindsey!” Ella’s head lifted off the bed as her
muscles tensed with the intensity of her orgasm. Holding her breath, she
gritted her teeth, trying to keep from crying out again. Her feet rose off the
bed and she mewled as spasm after body-shattering spasm racked her from the
inside out.
    After the last tendril of ecstasy threaded through her, Ella
fell boneless on the sheets. Lindsey kissed her thighs, her belly. Lips swept
over her like wet silk, inundating her with sensation that threatened to make
her feel too much. A warm mouth closed over one nipple and then the other,
bestowing sweet, plucking kisses that lacked the urgency of their earlier
foreplay.
    That same mouth found her lips and plied them until what had
been raw, unadulterated lust transformed into this tender exploration—this
shared experience.
    Ella’s heart ached that she would have to leave this behind
when the pageant was over. She buried her fingers in Lindsey’s short hair and
held her close. Desire flared again and Ella wrapped her legs around her
lover’s to rock her hips up. Simultaneously they reached between their bodies,
each searching the other’s sex-slick folds. Their eyes locked and held as they
fingered each other with slow intent.
    Once more, lust blossomed and Ella fought the urge to close
her eyes. She wanted to watch as much as she wanted to feel.
    Lindsey expertly held herself aloft enough to give and
receive. Their nipples brushed. Their bellies swept together and then apart as
they both rolled their hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
    The finger prodding Ella’s pussy stilled. Lindsey’s teeth
sank into her bottom lip. Her eyes closed and her body tensed. When her muscles
began to tremble, Ella continued fingering her lover. Deep. Slow. Raking her fingertip
against the fleshy pad just inside Lindsey’s cunt.
    Wet inner tissue closed around Ella’s finger, gripping it in
hard, rapid succession as Lindsey came. And when the little spams subsided her
eyes opened. She gazed for a second and then her mouth descended on Ella’s,
claiming her lips as the finger claimed her pussy. A thumb swirled over her
clit as the finger continued its thorough exploration.
    Bliss swelled and devastated her. Hard. All-consuming.
Pinpricks of lights flashed behind her closed eyelids. She mewled into
Lindsey’s mouth and clung, digging her nails into Lindsey’s muscled biceps.
    And when they were both sated Ella rolled onto her side and
fell asleep with Lindsey spooned against her back.
    Sometime later that night Ella awakened to the sweet burn of
her nipple being kneaded. Lips nuzzled her neck.
    “I can’t sleep. I want you so bad,” Lindsey murmured.
    Ella started to turn, but Lindsey stopped her. “No. Stay
like this.”
    Lindsey’s hand feathered downward until her fingertips found
Ella’s clit and rubbed. A warm mouth gently sucked at the sensitive curve of
Ella’s neck. She breathed in, feeling the oxygen flow throughout her body,
awakening those places Lindsey touched