Just Act Natural

Alex Coal sits at the dining table, earbuds in, fingers hammering across the keys. Her shoulders are rigid. Jezabel Vessir steps behind her, slides both arms around her waist, and kisses the side of her neck. Alex gives the smallest turn of her head, the smallest smile, then keeps typing. She tells Jezabel she’s fine, she’ll eat later, there’s no time. Jezabel’s hands rise to those tight shoulders anyway. The first few passes feel like nothing, but the heat sinks in; Alex’s back starts to soften, her typing slows. When Jezabel offers to work on her legs next, Alex hesitates, checks the clock, yet lets her wife slide beneath the table. Long fingers move up each calf, over the knees, along the inner thighs. Alex exhales, relaxes, then gasps when Jezabel tugs her panties aside and presses a warm tongue straight to her clit. The video call alert pops on screen. Jezabel doesn’t stop. Alex answers, trying to keep her voice even while her wife’s mouth works her open. She bites her lip, nods, forces a professional reply, but every slow lick drags another shaky breath out of her. She grips the edge of the table, knuckles white, and struggles to stay composed while pleasure tightens low in her belly.