Women Seeking Women #111

She pinned me against the cold marble, breath hot at my ear. Then she dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth without warning—slow at first, wet and deliberate, the kind of attention that makes your knees buckle. I felt her tongue trace every ridge, her hand working what her lips couldn’t, steady, relentless. Fingers dug into my hips when she felt me twitch. Every time I throbbed she moaned like she liked the proof. She kept me there, right on the edge, breathing through her nose, taking me deeper until my vision blurred and the only word I knew was her name.