Falling for Jillian Ashley: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

Sally smiled back.

“How could I not?” she asked.

“You really do like my boobs, don’t you?” Amy inquired.

Biting her lip, Sally reached over and gently ran the pad of her thumb over Amy’s left nipple. Her touch was magic. There was no soreness under her thumb, just tingles of excitement.

“I think they’re perfect,” Sally said. “Honestly.”

God, this woman…

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sp; “I had a girlfriend once who suggested I get them done,” Amy told her, remembering Lizette.

Sally frowned.

“Well, that’s pretty selfish. And dumb. I mean, no offense, but it’s pretty obvious you have small boobs; but my point is, if you’re a woman who likes big boobs, why go out with the chick without them?”

“That’s what I thought!” Amy exclaimed.

Sally scootched closer.

“When I first laid eyes on you in that coffeeshop and saw your whole body…well, let’s just say that I knew one night I’d be making your nipples really sore.”

Amy laughed.

“You’re lying!”

“No, I’m not, I swear! I think every single fucking inch of you is sexy, babe. Especially these.” And Sally cupped Amy’s left breast, giving it a tender squeeze.

“Fuck, you’re amazing!” Amy gasped.

“So are you. In fact, I think we’re amazing together.”

Amy let out a satisfied purr as Sally’s thumb once more began stroking her nipple.

“Especially when we’re in bed,” she whispered. “But…I don’t want you thinking that’s all I think we’re amazing at,” she quickly added.

“I know,” Sally said. “But it’s a good thing for a couple to be amazing at.”

Unbelievably, Amy’s core was flooding again. She wouldn’t have thought it was possible after all the fun they’d just had—that her body couldn’t produce any more lubrication. But it was happening.

Sally must have sensed it because now her nipple was being pinched softly. Amy knew Sally was being considerate because she had told her that her nipples were sore but this was no time for consideration.

“Harder,” Amy murmured, staring at Sally with lidded eyes which quickly shut when her request was granted and the pain-pleasure was felt. “Mmmmm,” she hummed.

Soon they were kissing, softly at first and then with their usual hunger. Soon after that, Sally was on top of her, her thigh pressing against Amy’s sex, giving Amy a surface to grind her clit against. Sally’s slightly larger breasts were hanging down, her nipples grazing Amy’s and every time their hard buds connected, Amy felt an electric jolt.

“I can’t get enough of you!” Amy grunted, staring into the eyes of the woman above her while she rocked her hips, simultaneously coating Sally’s thigh with her essence and getting closer to yet another orgasm.

“Me neither,” Sally gasped. “After what happened…”

“I know! Oh my god, Sally!”

Amy felt that familiar pressure building up beneath her hairless mound.

“Eyes on me, baby,” Sally whispered.