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We should have changed the topic - part 2

Hannah lets out a lustful groan. She presses her body into Grace's as her hands travel down, underneath the hem of the other woman's shirt, until she can brush her palms against hot skin.
Grace moans. Her mind already takes her a step further, imagining what's going to happen next, and it sends shivers down her spine. The soft pressure of fingertips leaves her stomach tingling.
They stare at each other, unable to break away. The shorter woman watches brown eyes that are displaying a thousand different thoughts rushing through Grace's head all at once.
The burning feeling of Hannah's hands roaming around under her shirt becomes unbearable. Grace feels like she's going to explode if Hannah keeps going, but she also knows that she'd be desperately wanting the feeling back the moment Hannah's palms would be gone.
Grace places her own slender fingers on top of Hannah's, the thin fabric of her shirt separating their hands.
"What are you doing to me," she whispers, holding on to Hannah's hands, almost unable to press out the words due to the lack of oxygen in her lungs.
While she waits for a response Grace's lips curl into a small smile. She can't believe they are actually doing, well... whatever it is they're doing.
Hannah moves her hands to Grace's sides, pushing her shirt away, and intertwines their fingers. The fabric of Grace's shirt gathers under her arms, exposing her front, when Hannah drags their hands up farther, steadying them above the taller woman's head.
Grace finally takes in a shaky breath that makes her chest rise and Hannah looks down at her, grins, and softly commands, "Breathe, babe," as Grace chuckles.
"I'm trying," she responds, voice cracking, and Hannah grins even wider.
The blonde shakily adds, "You're making it really fucking hard though," sounding like she has given up control completely.
Her heart jumps out of her chest when Grace feels fingers tucking at her shirt until it slides off over her head.
Hannah throws it to the floor and props herself up on one elbow, watching every move of those huge brown eyes looking up at her.
They flutter shut when Hannah's other hand travels down her stomach and ends up underneath the waistband of her jeans.
"See, there is another common misconception in most fanfics," Hannah mumbles, unbuttoning Grace's pants.
"What," Grace breathes, her eyes fluttering shut.
Strong fingers slip underneath the waistband.
"That we would have soft," Hannah pauses, "cuddly," she swallows, "sex."
Grace's eyes shoot open and stare into blue orbs. Hannah chuckles. Her hand rests in between Grace's jeans and panties and she can feel her heat through the fabric.
"Because," the younger one continues, a smug smile on her face, "I know that you don't want soft, cuddly sex, do you?"
"Hannah," Grace tries to respond, "oh fuck. Hannah you have to stop talking and do something."
As soon as the words have slipped from kiss-swollen lips, Hannah's hand finds its way into Grace's panties. The blonde moans loudly. Hannah moans as well, and she moans Grace's name, echoing in her friend's ears.
"You're so wet, Grace."
There are no words to describe how her name sounds, being groaned lustfully from the woman on top of her.
Grace feels like she'll never be able to use her brain again, never be able to think again. Because sparks are igniting behind her eyes when Hannah starts rocking two digits inside her and the only thing she can hear is the sound of Hannah fucking her... wanting her.
"Grace..."
Hannah's husky voice makes her head spin and she arches her back, moans and grunts, and sharp breaths escape her lips.
She can't believe that the younger woman still manages to form words, even if it's only her name. Everything Grace can do is keep panting until the mind-altering feeling in the pit of her stomach subsides all of a sudden, way too suddenly.
Grace opens her eyes to see Hannah dragging slippery fingers out of her pants.
"What are you doing," she weakly asks, catching her breath.
"You said I should stop talking and start doing," Hannah mumbles, kissing Grace's neck softly. "Tell me what you want me to do."
Hannah's wet fingers caress her friend's jaw, and then her cheek, until they slip between plump lips and Grace tastes Hannah's skin and herself and she sucks lightly on the two digits and god, it's incredibly arousing.
The blonde breathes out audibly when Hannah starts shuffling between her legs, spreading them wider. She rolls her hips into the taller woman's center once more, making her sigh, before she cups Grace's bra-clad breasts with both hands.
"Hannah," moans Grace, unaware of how to word what she wants, because the only thing she knows is that this feels so good, everything feels so good.
When Hannah nibs at the skin of her chest, traveling farther down, Grace grips her short hair and holds on to it tightly.
Hannah slides her hands up Grace's sides until Grace arches her back, lifting slightly from the couch.
Grace whispers, finally able to phrase something, "Take it off."
A few seconds later her bra joins the crumpled shirt on the floor and hot lips encircle one nipple, then the other.
Tongue touches skin as Hannah inhales Grace's scent. Humming against her soft breast, Hannah can feel Grace shiver.
Her hands travel down again, tucking at the waistband of the long legged woman's jeans. "How about these," Hannah asks, smiling up at Grace's flushed face, her lips brushing the valley between Grace's breasts.
"Just..." Grace grips and pulls the hair of Hannah's neck in frustration, annoyed at how much the lack of touch bothers her.
She stares into blue eyes. She throws her head back.
"Just fuck me already, Hannah," she groans, and her nails dig into Hannah's shoulders, stretching the neckline of her shirt.
Her pants are yanked off before another thought can come up on her mind and Grace's hands fall to either side of herself, letting go of Hannah.
Hannah runs her fingers down bare thighs, scratching lightly, while she stares into brown eyes from underneath short messy hair in front of her own face.
She leans back, kneeling in between Grace's legs, and grips her hips, pulling her closer. And then her palms travel upwards until they press against the taller woman's breasts and Hannah is pushing herself down in between slender thighs.
"Fuck!"
Hannah's hot tongue presses down into heat.
"Oh fuck..." Grace exhales and steadies Hannah's head, digging her fingertips harshly into short hair. Hannah moans against her. The vibration of her lips and teeth, pressed against slick folds, makes the taller woman shudder.
Hannah massages Grace's breasts and feels goosebumps on her own back, caused by slender fingers pulling her hair.
The way Grace reacts to every touch by rolling her hips and gasping for air is almost too much for Hannah.
And then she's no longer touching Grace's breasts. One hand presses against the inside of a trembling thigh when two fingers start thrusting into Grace, while Hannah's lips and tongue and teeth work against a swollen bundle of nerves.
She pulls back for a second, staring up at Grace's naked form, the blonde's head thrown back in pleasure. "Fuck," Hannah whispers, breathing against the woman's core. She curls her fingers and starts kissing wetness again.
Grace moans louder with every gasp that leaves her lips.
She arches her back, rolls her hips, moans Hannah's name and feels teeth digging into sensitive flesh. Heat keeps rushing through every inch of her body. One last shaky moan leaves Grace's mouth as Hannah sucks hard on her clit and does something with her fingers inside Grace before her body goes limb.
Hannah slowly crawls up to Grace's heaving chest. They grin at each other. Hannah's lips are glistening with Grace's arousal and she can't do anything but pull her in for a slow kiss, both hands in Hannah's hair.
Grace mutters, breathlessly, "I'm so glad we didn't change the topic."