Just the Girls - Episode 5

She came out of the shower in nothing but steam. Water clung to her breasts, slid down the soft curve of her stomach, and dripped from the neat strip of hair between her legs. I watched her towel off from the doorway, slow and unhurried, like she knew I was there. When she bent forward to dry her calves, her ass spread open and I caught a glimpse of everything—pink, wet, slightly parted. My cunt tightened. She straightened, turned, saw me. Smiled. No words. Just walked straight to the bed, lay back, and opened her thighs like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her pussy glistened. She ran two fingers through the slick and held them up, shiny. I crossed the room and climbed between her legs, mouth already watering. I licked her slow at first. Long, flat strokes from her entrance to her clit. She tasted clean and faintly sweet. Her hips lifted to meet me. I sucked her clit gently, then harder, letting my tongue flick quick and tight while two fingers slid inside her—warm, snug, gripping. She moaned low. I curled my fingers up and felt her swell around me. She came with a sharp gasp, thighs shaking against my ears, cunt pulsing around my fingers like a fist. I didn’t stop. I eased off her clit but kept stroking inside her until her breathing slowed. Then she pulled me up, kissed me deep, tasting herself on my tongue, and rolled me onto my back. Her mouth found my nipple first—teeth, then tongue—while her hand slipped between my legs. She rubbed me in lazy circles, spreading my wetness everywhere. When she pushed two fingers inside me, I arched. She fucked me steady, thumb working my clit, mouth still busy on my tits. I came fast, clenching around her, a low cry breaking loose. She kept going until I twitched and laughed, oversensitive, pushing her hand away. We lay there tangled, legs hooked, sweat cooling on our skin. She traced lazy patterns on my stomach. Outside, the city hummed. Inside, nothing but the sound of our breathing.