One More Time

Jayden wakes to see Kristen reaching for the door. The redhead bolts upright, legs tangled in the sheets. Her plea barely lands. She rises, crosses the room, and presses her mouth to the back of Kristen's neck. Kristen pauses, breath unsteady, and Jayden kisses lower, slow pressure down her spine. Fingers trace warm skin, peeling aside a strap, baring one breast. She palms it, thumbs the nipple until Kristen sighs. Jayden sinks to her knees, kisses the swell of each hip, eases the soft cotton shorts off slender legs. Kristen's cunt is flushed and already slick. Jayden parts her with her tongue, drinks her in, then stands and guides her back to the bed. She lays Kristen down, opens her thighs, and kisses the seam of her, slow strokes that make Kristen arch. Then Kristen rolls them. Her hand spreads Jayden wide and her mouth follows, sucking, licking. Jayden grips the sheet, hips rising each time Kristen's tongue circles her clit. When Jayden comes, the moan is ragged, shaking through her thighs. Kristen keeps her tongue pressed flat until the last pulse fades. Jayden slides down to return it. She drags Kristen to the edge of the bed, lifts one leg over her shoulder, and buries her face again. Kristen twists, gripping Jayden's hair, the cries thin and urgent. Her orgasm breaks loose, back bowing, thighs clenching. They flip again, legs parted, bodies slick. Jayden sinks two fingers deep into Kristen; Kristen curls inside Jayden in answer. Both move, fingers working hard, the wet sound punctuated by panting breaths and low, guttural moans. They drag it out, come again with clenched fingers and shaking hips, then drop against each other, breathing hard, spent. Heat lingers. Light filters across bare skin and tangled sheets. Neither one moves toward the door.