Taking Care Of Each Other

Alaina Fox held Alison Tyler’s foot in both hands, her thumbs pressing gently around the bandaged arch. The touch lingered. Alison shifted her hips and the towel slipped from her thigh, baring the soft crease where leg met sex. Their eyes locked. Alaina leaned in, lips parting, and kissed the inside of Alison’s knee. A slow, wet drag of tongue followed. Alison’s breath caught; her free leg opened wider, inviting. Alaina’s hand slid higher, two fingers parting Alison’s already slick folds, gliding through heat. She circled the swollen clit once, twice, then pushed inside, knuckle-deep, with a quiet squelch. Alison’s moan lifted into the air. She reached down, gripped Alaina’s wrist, and pulled her fingers in deeper, grinding against the heel of her palm. Alaina climbed onto the couch, straddling Alison’s good leg, pressing her own wet pussy against smooth skin. Their hips rolled in short, hungry thrusts—clits sliding over flesh, juices smearing between them. Fingers traded places. Alaina offered her mouth, tongue meeting Alison’s in a kiss that tasted of salt and want. She rocked faster, breath ragged, while Alison’s free hand squeezed her ass and guided the rhythm. The air thickened with the musk of sex, the soft slap of skin, the wet suck of fingers working slick cunts. They came within seconds of each other, hips jerking, breaths breaking into helpless gasps, then eased into slower, tender strokes—bodies still trembling, foreheads pressed together, pussies pulsing against each other’s hands.