You'll Never Go Back!

Emma Hix and Bella Rolland lie curled on the couch, watching a rom-com. Emma grins, fully engaged. Bella sits there with her tongue pressed to the roof of her mouth. When the credits roll, Emma gushes about the male lead. Bella snorts. "Women do all that and better," she says. Soft skin. Sweet scent. "Women are lovely," Emma says, blushing, "just not my thing." Bella asks if she has even kissed one. Emma owns up to a single kiss, quick and forgettable. "Prove it won't do anything," Bella dares. Emma bristles, claims a kiss with Bella won't rewrite her tastes. Bella raises an eyebrow. Emma sighs and leans in. Their mouths meet. After a moment apart, Bella gives her an extra beat of silence. Emma crosses it herself. The second kiss deepens, tongues slow, breath rising. Hands start tugging at shirts. Bras slip down shoulders. Emma's nipples are peaked and sensitive. Bella's mouth is on them next—sucking, licking, pulling with light teeth. Emma gasps, pulling Bella closer. Bella slides lower, spreads her legs and dips her tongue over Emma's wet slit, then inside, then back to the clit in firm, wet circles. Emma's hips lift. Her moans surprise her. Bella keeps working, lips sealed to her cunt, until Emma shudders through her climax. She won't watch rom-coms the same again.