Coming Together

Paulina fumbles with the camera settings, fingers clumsy on the dials. Behind her, Alisha peels off her clothes without a word. Then fingers trace up Paulina's spine—slow, deliberate—and she freezes. They meet in the middle of that touch. Mouths crash, hands tear at fabric. Bodies hit the mattress hard. Paulina buries her face between Alisha's legs, tongue working her clit while fingers slide in deep. Alisha gasps, arches, then returns the favor—wet mouth open, sucking, licking, relentless. Neither lets up until the first orgasm rips through, followed by the second, both of them shaking against each other.