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reverted to its stone
form. Abby takes a deep breath, every inch of her screaming for connection, and
goes very, very still in response.
    She takes shallow breaths then, barely
moving, chemicals swirling through her body like a maelstrom, urging her to
taste and buck and grind. She closes her eyes and concentrates on the sensation
of Ixazaluoh's nipples snugged into the valley
between her own breasts, of smooth, hairless skin, of the comforting weight of
another human being over her, on her, around her. She licks her lips and tastes
honey and Ixazaluoh . She inhales through her nose and
smells Ixazaluoh . Every sense,
every pore, every part of her surrounded, safe; covered, enclosed, protected.
    Sweat prickles against Abby's hair line,
evaporating. Sunlight pools on their feet and slides, slowly, gently up their
legs like a glowing blanket. Warm and safe.
    Gently, slowly, Ixazaluoh takes her teeth out of Abby's skin. She kisses the hurt, licks, nibbles, sucks
and Abby makes a sound high in her nose at the sheer fucking pleasure of
it, but otherwise doesn't move.
    "Good girl," Ixazaluoh whispers when she leans back. "My good girl."
    She kisses Abby sweetly, softly. And Abby
just lays still and lets her, too blissed out on endorphins and so goddamn
close to her climax that all she can do is feel .
    "Did you enjoy that?" Ixazaluoh asks, and reaches back. She brushes Abby's slit
with two small fingers and grins. "Oh, my goodness! You really did."
    Abby rolls her hips towards the transient
touch. "More," she begs. "Please, please, please I'm so… so…
close."
    Ixazaluoh shimmies out of her
underwear, keeping as much of her skin in contact with Abby's as possible.
    "Abby, Abby, Abby," Ixazaluoh whispers, like a mantra, the puffs of cool breath
wafting across Abby's neck. "Abigail what? Tell
me."
    " Willams ,"
Abby pants. "Abigail Irene Williams. How did you know my name to start
with?"
    "Hotel
registry."
    Abby thinks maybe if she didn't have
someone's hand halfway up her she'd pursue the small ping of That doesn't seem true that forms in the back of her brain. But then Ixazaluoh twists her fingers and god fucking damn it that
feels good , and it wipes away any and all coherent
thought that is trying to accumulate in Abby's head.
    Ixazaluoh lets go of her
wrists, but her eyes pin them in place all the same. Don't move , the
gaze tells Abby.
    Abby shivers with want. She wants to run, to
see if Ixazaluoh will chase her. Wants to wiggle out
from under her and leap across the lawns naked, like a gazelle, and hear Ixazaluoh's footfalls behind her, know that she is
outclassed and outdistanced, but run all the same for the sheer joy of being
caught, and held down, held fast and forced to come, and come, and come.
    But she keeps her hands splayed beside her
head because here, right now, she is already caught and she has nowhere to go.
The thought makes all the muscles in her stomach flutter, a deep, warm heat
pooling at the lips of her slit.
    "Up, up," Ixazaluoh urges, sliding one hand under Abby's ass, squeezing the generous curve, and
urging her thigh upwards. She hooks Abby's ankle over her shoulder, kisses up
and down her ticklish instep, licks the sweat from behind her knee, and Abby
shivers and giggles at the probing, wet little thing.
    At first she thinks Ixazaluoh is going to dip her head and eat her out again, for as much as she can think at
all like this, but then her not-goddess slides her pussy up Abby's other thigh,
leaving a trail of warm moisture in her wake that causes goose bumps to spring
up on Abby's skin, and slots their crotches together. She looks down on Abby
with those glitter dark eyes peering from between long, messy locks. The tips
of her hair curl so perfectly around her breasts that she looks like they were
placed there by a photographer.
    "Oh!" Abby can't help but gasp.
    It’s like a kiss. Actually, it's exactly like
a kiss; lips pushing and overlapping, the warm wet beyond. There's even the
soft prickle of