You've Got Mail

Avalon was expecting a package. Instead the woman who knocked on the door caught her eye at once. Straight off they both felt the pull, the air between them changed, and the double bed was right there. Avalon leaned in, Brigitte answered, and they moved together. The cover slipped away as hands slid under clothing. Fingers found slick skin. Their mouths stayed hungry, pressed close. They tasted each other, taking turns, wet sounds filling the quiet. Avalon parted her, and the first deep stroke came slow and sure. She stayed focused on every gasp, matching pace to what Brigitte needed, licking, sucking, sliding inside with two fingers, then three. The movement grew steady. Sudden tension in thighs, a hard pulse, and a rush of liquid poured out in hot spurts across Brigitte’s skin, dripping thick between them. They didn’t pause. Eager kisses kept them connected. Avalon worked her lover through another wave, pressing firm and loving the mess. They tasted sweat on bare shoulders, rocked deeper, and finished with slick thighs tangled and breathing loud against damp linen.