A Steamy Night

Karen sits at her desk tapping the last line of tomorrow’s post. Jennifer hovers, smooth silk nightdress clinging to her hips. “Just tell me the headline,” she pleads. Karen smiles. “Read it when it’s live. Unless you’ll earn it tonight.” Jennifer blinks once, color rising. She leans over the keyboard, lips inches from Karen’s. The older woman catches the back of her neck and draws her down. Tongues slide, wet and searching. Jennifer climbs into the chair, straddling bare thighs. Her nightdress rides up; Karen’s fingertips trace the smooth curve of an ass they’ve held a hundred times and never claimed. A sharp tug frees both pairs of panties. Two wet centers press and rub, heat meeting heat. Karen’s thumb circles Jennifer’s clit in slow, commanding strokes. Jennifer rocks, slick sounds filling the quiet room, nipples hard against silk. She drops to her knees, buries her face between spread legs, licking with hungry precision. Karen tilts the chair, grips the armrests, hips lifting to ride that talented mouth. Moments later they’re on the rug. Karen pushes two fingers deep, curling them forward while sucking the pulse point at Jennifer’s throat. They come within seconds of each other, gasping and trembling, mouths bruised from the kiss that started everything. Karen reaches up, shuts the laptop without saving. Tomorrow can wait until morning.