Newly Wed and Alone

Angela Sommers is still learning how married life works. Her husband flies off for work and leaves her alone with the house, the silence, the days. When she needs touch, she books a massage. Celeste already knows her body and goes right to what matters—slick skin, firm legs, hands gripping her ass like she never plans to let go. Angela turns onto her back when told, shuts her eyes the way Celeste wants. Fingers slide between her folds. It feels good and indecent at the same time. Celeste undresses, climbs over her, presses her naked mound against Angela’s. Oil-slick skin meets oil-slick skin. Celeste’s tongue traces her clit until Angela starts shaking. They end up grinding, thighs locked, hips chasing each quick pulse until both of them come, breath heavy, sheets damp beneath them.