Write me a lesbian romance. The main character is Riley, a 25 year old woman. She's a marine Gunnery Sergeant, and has been in the corps since she turned 18. She's a proud lesbian, having been forever, and enlisted to get out of her home town, where most frowned on her, except her dad, a retired Master Gunnery Sergeant and her inspiration. Riley's average height, but with a muscled physique and short dark hair and brown eyes. She likes to party a lot when she's not on duty, frequenting lesbian bars near base to find a cute hookup, and she hates dressing girly, prefering jeans and shirts outside of uniform. She's been posted to a new base, and it turns out to be the one she grew up near, taking her home. The othet character is Kenzie, a beautiful blonde with an athletic body and a bubbly personality, and works as a police officer. She likes to party as well, with a love for short dresses and lingerie, and has a bit of a reputation, at odds with her religious faith. She's been a lesbian as long as Riley has, and they have a past. When they were both in high school years ago they were friends, and each others first time with a girl at a sleepover. But Kenzie was ashamed and pulled away and they fell out, never seeing each other again after Riley left for the marines. When Riley moves back to her home town she runs across Kenzie in a bar the night she returns, but neither recognises the other. They flirt, and end up having sex in the bar's bathroom, none the wiser to their past.

Chapter 13: Breakfast in the Kitchen

Sunlight cut through the curtains in a long, dusty blade, falling across Kenzie's bare back. Riley traced the line of her spine with her fingertips, slow and lazy, and the weight of the pink collar sat warm against her throat. She loved that. Loved the faint pressure of it, the way it reminded her exactly whose she was.

Last night came back in flashes: wrists bound to the headboard, the vibrator taped to her clit and buzzing until her thighs shook, Kenzie's cunt pressing against her mouth as Riley ate her through every shuddering orgasm. Riley ached at the memory.

Kenzie stirred, a soft sound escaping her, and pressed a kiss to Riley's neck. "Morning, good girl."

"Morning." Riley's voice came out rough.

Kenzie propped herself on an elbow, blonde hair falling across her face. Her eyes were still half-closed, sleepy and warm. "What're you thinking about?"

Riley didn't bother lying. "Last night. You riding my tongue."

A slow grin spread across Kenzie's face. "And this morning, judging by the way you're already wet."

Riley laughed, low and breathless. "Can you blame me?"

Kenzie kissed her then, soft and slow, and Riley's hand slid down her hip to the curve of her ass. Kenzie made a small pleased sound and rolled on top of her, pinning her to the mattress. Riley let her. Wanted her there.

They kissed until it turned heavy, Kenzie's thigh sliding between Riley's legs, Riley grinding down against it. Kenzie pulled back, breathing hard, and her eyes went dark with intent.

"The unit barbecue," Riley said, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. "Saturday. I want you there. As my girlfriend."

Kenzie's smile softened. "I was hoping you'd ask."

"Is that a yes?"

"That's a yes." Kenzie kissed the corner of her mouth. "Should I wear something scandalous and embarrass you in front of your Marines?"

Riley grinned. "Baby, you could wear a potato sack and I'd still be the proudest girl there."

Kenzie laughed, bright and open. "Your dad's really okay with me coming?"

"He likes you more than he likes me at this point." Riley ran her thumb along Kenzie's cheekbone. "And he's the only family I need to impress."

They kissed again, and this time there was a hunger in it. Kenzie's hand found Riley's wrist and pressed it into the pillow above her head. Riley's breath caught, and she let herself be held there, pinned, owned. Kenzie's lips trailed down her throat, over the collar, and Riley shivered.

"I need breakfast," Kenzie whispered against her ear, her voice low and laden with promise. "And I have an idea about making it."

Riley's heart slammed against her ribs. "What kind of idea?"

Kenzie pulled back, that wicked glint in her eye. She said nothing, just reached down, hooked a finger through the collar's ring, and hauled. Riley gasped as Kenzie dragged her clean off the mattress.

"Up," Kenzie ordered. "Kitchen. Now."

Riley obeyed on instinct, naked and shivering, her skin breaking out in goosebumps as the cool morning air hit her. Kenzie led her by the collar through the hallway, fingers firm on the leather, and Riley's cunt throbbed with every tug. This was ridiculous. This was perfect.

Kenzie stopped at the kitchen threshold and finally let go. Cold tile bit into Riley's bare feet. The little kitchen glowed with morning light, a frying pan already waiting on the stove.

"Kneel," Kenzie said, pointing at the floor.

Riley dropped without hesitation. Her knees met the tile with a sharp chill that shot straight up through her body, and she looked up at Kenzie from the ground, heart pounding, mouth already watering. Kenzie smiled down at her, reached behind her neck, and pulled her hair free. Then she turned, grabbed an apron from a hook beside the fridge, and tied it over her naked body. The fabric fell to mid-thigh, leaving her back and shoulders bare, the curve of her ass visible with every movement.

"Now," Kenzie said, cracking eggs into a bowl with one hand, "you're going to watch me cook, and you're going to be a good girl, and you're going to wait for your breakfast."

Riley's mouth fell open. The apron rode up as Kenzie reached for the whisk, flashing the pale skin of her thighs. Riley could see the dark blonde hair between Kenzie's legs, the shine of her wetness where Riley had been grinding against her a minute ago.

"Kenzie," Riley managed.

"Shush." Kenzie scrambled the eggs, not looking at her. "You know better than to talk without permission."

Riley's jaw clicked shut. She stayed on her knees, watching Kenzie's bare ass flex as she moved between stove and counter, the apron fluttering around her hips. Butter hissed in the pan. The smell of eggs filled the kitchen. Riley's stomach growled, loud and hungry.

Kenzie glanced over her shoulder, suppressing a smile. "Hungry?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good." Kenzie took the pan off the stove, plated the eggs, and walked over to where Riley knelt. She scooped up a forkful and held it out. "Open."

Riley parted her lips. The eggs were warm and buttery and soft on her tongue, and she swallowed, her whole body tight with want. Kenzie fed her another bite, then another, slow and deliberate, watching Riley's mouth close around the fork each time.

"Good girl," Kenzie murmured.

Riley's eyes fluttered. She was dripping now, her cunt slick and aching between her thighs, and she could see Kenzie knew it. Kenzie set the plate aside and braced her hands on the countertop, then hoisted herself up to sit on the edge, her legs dangling above Riley's head. The apron hiked up her thighs, and she spread them.

"Dessert," Kenzie said, and reached down to pull Riley up by the collar until Riley knelt between her open legs. "You earned it."

Riley leaned in, her mouth already open, and pressed her tongue flat against Kenzie's slick cunt. Kenzie gasped, her thighs tensing around Riley's head. The collar's ring dug into Riley's jaw as Kenzie fisted the leather and pulled her closer, grinding against her face.

"That's it," Kenzie breathed, head falling back. "Right there, good girl. Lick me like you mean it."

Riley meant it. She dragged her tongue up Kenzie's slit, slow and wet, then circled her clit with the tip. Kenzie shuddered and bucked, and Riley gripped her thighs, burying her face deeper. The taste of her flooded Riley's mouth, salty and sweet. Kenzie tasted like everything she'd been missing.

"God, your mouth." Kenzie's hips rolled against Riley's face. "You're gonna be the prettiest thing at that barbecue. In that collar. Everyone's gonna see it and wonder who you belong to."

Riley moaned. The thought made her cunt clench. She sucked Kenzie's clit between her lips and Kenzie cried out, her fingers yanking the collar, steering Riley exactly where she needed her. Kenzie's breath was coming in sharp, ragged pants.

"Such a good girl for me," Kenzie panted. "Come on. Don't stop. Don't you fucking stop."

Riley didn't. She licked and sucked and lapped, her jaw burning, her knees aching against the cold tile. Kenzie's legs started to shake. Her whole body tensed, and she dragged Riley hard against her, grinding down as she came with a raw, broken moan, thighs clamping around Riley's head.

Riley drank her through it, gentler now, cleaning her up until Kenzie's grip loosened. Kenzie was breathing hard, chest heaving under the apron. She looked down at Riley, flushed and trembling, and smiled.

"Up," she ordered.

Riley pushed to her feet. Kenzie slid off the counter, grabbed her wrist, and bent her over the kitchen table. Riley's cheek met the cool wood, her ass in the air, bare and vulnerable. Kenzie's hand came down on her right cheek with a sharp crack.

Riley yelped. The sting bloomed hot through her skin. Kenzie spanked her again, left cheek, then right, a steady rhythm that left Riley gasping. Her cunt was dripping down her thighs, and she knew Kenzie could see it.

"Look at you," Kenzie murmured, running a palm over the reddened skin. "So wet for a spanking."

She slapped Riley's pussy, gentle, almost teasing, and Riley's knees buckled. A soft, shocked sound escaped her. Kenzie did it again, the light smack jolting straight through her, and Riley moaned.

"Please," Riley whispered.

Kenzie's fingers slid into her slick, dripping cunt, two at once, stretching her. Riley cried out as Kenzie started to fuck her, fast and hard, fingers curling against that spot that made her see stars. Riley gripped the table's edge, knuckles white, moaning as Kenzie drove her toward the edge.

"That's it," Kenzie growled. "Get close for me. Get real close."

Riley was there. Her toes were curling, everything tightening, the orgasm bearing down on her. Kenzie pulled her fingers out. Riley sobbed, empty and aching, her whole body screaming for release.

"Not yet," Kenzie said. "Look at you, begging for it."

Kenzie slid back in, faster, harder, and Riley screamed into the table as she climbed again. Kenzie edged her, over and over, pulling away every time Riley teetered on the brink. Riley was shaking, tears of frustration beading in her eyes, her thighs trembling.

"Please," Riley choked out. "Please, Kenzie, I need to come."

Kenzie withdrew and stepped back. Riley heard her bare feet padding down the hallway. She was gone long enough that Riley thought she might die. Then she was back, the familiar weight of the strap-on visible between her thighs.

"On your knees," Kenzie said. "Then hands on the table."

Riley obeyed, dropping to her knees again before standing and bending over. The cold leather of the harness pressed against her ass as Kenzie stepped close. Then the tip of the dildo, slick and ready, dragged through her folds, teasing her.

"At the barbecue," Kenzie murmured, pressing the head against Riley's entrance, "everyone's gonna see my good girl. All those Marines, wondering who's wearing that collar."

Kenzie pushed in. Riley sagged against the table, whimpering as the thick length filled her, stretching her cunt perfectly. Kenzie fucked her slow, deep, dragging out of her and slamming back in.

"Think about it," Kenzie panted. "My cop friends. Your Marines. Every single one of them knowing you're mine."

Riley sobbed and pushed back against her, desperate. Kenzie's rhythm turned brutal, fast and punishing, the dildo hitting her deepest spot with every stroke. Riley was beyond words. A high, keening sound built in her chest.

"You wanna come?" Kenzie snarled. "Then come."

Riley came. Her scream tore through the kitchen as her body convulsed, her toes curling hard against the cold tile, her cunt clenching around the dildo as the orgasm ripped through her, wave after wave. Kenzie kept fucking her through it, slow and gentle now, until Riley collapsed against the table, shaking and undone.

Kenzie pulled out and leaned over her, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. Her voice was low and tender. "That's my good girl."