The Big Break

Mimi slammed the bedroom door behind them. Shyla reached first, tearing the silk blouse from Mimi's shoulders. The buttons scattered across the hardwood. Mimi grabbed Shyla's belt and yanked her closer, kissing like they hadn't breathed in hours. They stumbled backward until Shyla's calves hit the mattress. Mimi shoved her down onto the crisp sheets, straddling her hips. Shyla tugged at the clasp of Mimi's bra, freeing her breasts and taking a nipple in her mouth the moment it spilled free. Mimi moaned into her own fingers, sliding them across her clit while Shyla sucked and bit with no patience left. Then Mimi was on her back, legs open, skirt hiked up around her waist. Shyla dragged Mimi's panties to her ankles and threw them aside, then lowered her head and licked up the length of her slit, slow and deliberate. Mimi arched. Shyla buried her tongue inside and reached one hand up to pinch a nipple. The pace shifted—Shyla flicked faster, two fingers pushing inside while her tongue worked the swollen clit above them. Mimi came with a sudden gasp and a half-sob, thighs clamping around Shyla's head, but Shyla didn't stop. She licked her through the tremor, gentle now, until Mimi's body twitched with aftershocks. Then Shyla climbed over her again. Mimi's fingers slid between Shyla's slick thighs in return, circling her clit in tight, steady strokes. Shyla rode them, eyes half-lidded, until she stiffened and shuddered, coming hard against Mimi's hand and collapsing, chest to chest, sweaty and silent.