Give Grandma Her Reward

The blonde lays the rose across Jodie's skin. Petal by petal it traces her collarbone, sweeps beneath each breast, slides along the soft fold of her hip. Jodie watches, lips parted, the tiny hairs on her arms rising. Kitana's mouth follows the trail. She kisses the inside of the older woman's thigh, tastes salt, then nuzzles deeper. Her tongue finds the soft seam already slick, parts it, and works in slow circles. Jodie exhales through her teeth. Her fingers tangle in the sheets. They trade places. Now Jodie kneels between Kitana's open legs. Kitana's breasts lift with every breath, heavy and flushed. Jodie drags her tongue flat up the crease, draws the swollen clit between her lips, sucks once, firmly. The younger woman jerks, heels digging into the mattress. Jodie's jaw works steadily, cheeks hollowing, a quiet wet sound each time she pulls. Kitana's thighs tighten around her ears. Both women breathe hard. Fingers clutch, release, clutch again. Heat climbs behind Kitana's navel, spreads, peaks. Jodie's own body trembles with the same ache, poised on the same edge. The room holds only the sound of breath catching and the slick, careful rhythm of tongues until pleasure spills through both of them at once.