VELVET GUN
Ellie giggled, trying to nudge her away with her hip, but Amy held firm, palms splayed across her stomach.
“Seriously,” Ellie said. “Let me finish this. I’m making your favorite.”
“You’re my favorite,” Amy murmured, lips brushing the curve of Ellie’s neck.
Ellie’s breath caught. Amy reached down, dipped her finger into the tomato sauce, brought it up to Ellie’s lips. “Taste.” Ellie parted her mouth slightly. Amy slid her finger in, Ellie sucked it slowly, her tongue curling around the tip Amy’s eyes darkened.
“goodness,” she whispered.
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