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Katie kept a finger inside her until the shakes passed. She had pressed Electa back on the mattress every day that week, morning and night, no mercy, tasting her until the sheets were soaked. Now she stepped away, pulled the damp sheet higher, and told her they were living together starting tomorrow. Electa’s face tightened. Katie climbed on top again, thighs open over her hips, and said she would prove it right now. She rode Electa slow, hips rolling in tight circles, then fast, her palm pinning Electa’s wrists above her head. Sweat ran between their breasts. Katie bent low, lips brushing Electa’s ear, breathing out each hour: waking together, eating breakfast naked, Katie’s mouth between her thighs until Electa’s coffee went cold, showers where Katie soaped her open and fingered her against the tiles, afternoons on the couch with Electa’s legs hooked over Katie’s shoulders, the television ignored, dinner forgotten, and at night, Katie stretching Electa out again, holding her through every shudder until they fell asleep sweating and tangled. She lifted her hips just enough for Electa to feel the loss, then dropped back down, hard. Electa came with a broken cry, and Katie smiled against her throat, promising the same thing tomorrow and the next night and every morning after.
Katie kept a finger inside her until the shakes passed. She had pressed Electa back on the mattress every day that week, morning and night, no mercy, tasting her until the sheets were soaked. Now she stepped away, pulled the damp sheet higher, and told her they were living together starting tomorrow. Electa’s face tightened. Katie climbed on top again, thighs open over her hips, and said she would prove it right now. She rode Electa slow, hips rolling in tight circles, then fast, her palm pinning Electa’s wrists above her head. Sweat ran between their breasts. Katie bent low, lips brushing Electa’s ear, breathing out each hour: waking together, eating breakfast naked, Katie’s mouth between her thighs until Electa’s coffee went cold, showers where Katie soaped her open and fingered her against the tiles, afternoons on the couch with Electa’s legs hooked over Katie’s shoulders, the television ignored, dinner forgotten, and at night, Katie stretching Electa out again, holding her through every shudder until they fell asleep sweating and tangled. She lifted her hips just enough for Electa to feel the loss, then dropped back down, hard. Electa came with a broken cry, and Katie smiled against her throat, promising the same thing tomorrow and the next night and every morning after.