Tonight's Girlfriend

Brianna Banks sits at the edge of the hotel bed, hands twisting in her lap. Her heart hammers. This is new territory—she's never paid for a woman's company before. When Brandi walks through the door, confidence in every step, the air shifts. Brandi senses the tension and moves closer, slow, deliberate. Her fingers graze Brianna's cheek, then her lips find the younger woman's mouth, soft at first, then insistent. Brianna's breath hitches. Brandi's hands slide under the silk blouse, unbuttoning as she goes, baring skin to cool air and warmer touch. She eases Brianna back against the pillows, kissing lower—collarbone, nipple, navel—until she's kneeling between open thighs. Brandi's tongue traces slick heat, flicking, circling, pressing. Brianna's hips lift. Moans spill out, sharp, then helpless. Brandi's fingers slip inside, curling, finding the spot that makes Brianna gasp and clutch at the sheets. She comes hard, thighs trembling. Brandi doesn't stop. She draws out another, then another, until Brianna's body is loose and shining with sweat. Shaky but hungry, Brianna pulls Brandi up, rolls her onto her back. She parts Brandi's legs, tastes salt and heat, learns the rhythm that makes Brandi moan her name. Brandi's thighs clamp around Brianna's head. Her hips buck once, twice, before she shudders and creams against Brianna's tongue. They lie tangled, breathing the same air, skin flushed and electric.