Late Love

The sun came up and they kept going. Back at her place, Billie tugged Luca toward the couch, both of them sticky with heat and leftover glitter. Clothes hit the floor in messy handfuls. Hairy bodies tangled, sweat already gathering in the small of her back. Billie went down first, mouth open, sucking slow. Luca breathed hard, hips rolling up to meet her tongue, fingers buried in messy hair. They switched, Luca tasting Billie like she’d been waiting for this exact moment. The room filled with wet sounds, skin on skin, low moans. Fingers slipped in, out, around. Tongues worked harder. Sweat made everything slick. Their thighs shook. Billie came first, hips jerking, a low, guttural sound caught in her throat. Luca followed, back arched, legs tight around her head. Two bodies locked in a messy, exhausted knot. Breathing slowed. Sunlight crept across skin slick with spit and come. Neither of them moved.