Just the Girls - Episode 2

She leans in, her breath hot against my neck. Her hands slide down my back and cup my ass with purpose. We’re on the sofa, legs tangled, mouths open and hungry. She tastes like wine and mint. I push her down, straddle her hips. The fabric of her dress rides up as I grind against her. She moans into my collarbone. I slip my fingers under her panties, find her already wet, and she arches, hips lifting to meet my hand. She pulls my shirt off and sucks a nipple into her mouth, tongue flicking fast. I press two fingers inside her, curl them, and she gasps, nails digging into my thighs. She reaches between us, strokes me with the same rhythm, slick and steady. We’re breathing hard, rocking together, the wet sounds of skin on skin filling the quiet room. She bites my shoulder when she comes, sharp and sudden, body clenching around my fingers. I follow right after, shuddering, forehead pressed to hers. We stay like that, sweaty and still, until our breathing slows.