Bed Time Fisting

They kiss in the dark. Hungry, open mouths, soft lips wet from the touch of tongues. Dido peels off Victoria's nightdress and runs her palm down the line of her spine. Skin warms under fingertips. Victoria gasps when two fingers slip inside her. A third joins quickly. Dido curls, twists, eases her whole hand past the knuckle, and keeps going. Her wrist works gently, and soon the thickest part is in. The sheets grow damp. Victoria rocks with the rhythm, hips tilting upward, breath catching on each pass. She reaches between Dido's thighs, finds her wet, rubs slow circles while Dido’s fist fills her deep. They shift together, slow and deliberate, mouths brushing with every small motion until the ache builds sharp and quick, then spills over in long, low shudders.