Lesbian Psychotherapists #02

Two women meet on a bed the color of fresh cream. Their mouths meet first, slow, sure, tasting. One runs her fingers through the other’s dark hair, pulling her closer. The kiss deepens; tongues slide, wet and certain. They undress without hurry. When the last scrap of clothing falls away, both are smooth between their legs, skin bare and soft. Small, natural breasts rise and fall with quick breaths. Nothing between them now but heat. Hands wander lower. Fingers part and press, exploring the slick warmth they find. They move together, hips rocking, thighs spread and trembling. Mouths meet again, hungrier this time, swallowing every soft sound. Every movement is deliberate. Each touch knows exactly where to land.