I'm Lonely Too

Elexis Monroe lounged in the quiet heat of late afternoon when the door cracked open and Rachael Madori stepped in, heels soft against the floorboards. The younger woman carried the faint scent of rain, her dark hair still damp. No words passed. Elexis simply spread her thighs and the message was plain: kneel. Rachael dropped without hesitation, tongue already slick. She worked her mouth over the older woman’s thick, dark hair, breathing deep, savoring the taste. Elexis kept her in place, hips rolling slow and steady, the coarse curls brushing Rachael’s lips with every pass. She squeezed and pulsed until Rachael moaned into the wet heat, taking it all, tasting every slick inch. When Elexis came she gripped the girl’s hair, grinding hard, thighs shaking as the orgasm rolled through her. Then she pulled Rachael onto the couch, shoved the slim body flat, and buried her own tongue between spread lips. Fingers followed, sliding deep and sure, curling just right until Rachael’s breath hitched and broke. They worked each other in tandem, arms twisted, hands buried to the knuckles, gasping and cursing in the same broken rhythm until both bodies tensed, shuddered, and finally stilled, slick and spent on the wrinkled sheets.