Before The Wedding 2

Aaron spills his midnight scenes into Kira's ear, but night carries Kira elsewhere. In sleep she finds the wedding photographer instead, Candy with hungry lips and pale hands roaming bare skin. Kira feels those fingers slide along her ribs, those lips brush under her collarbone, the heat of Candy’s mouth leaving damp traces across the swell of her breasts. A slick tongue circles her nipple before drawing it in, and every slow pull travels straight through her spine. Candy murmurs low, palms traveling lower to knead Kira’s hips, to cup the round of her ass and coax her thighs apart. The press of Candy’s thumb is unhurried, teasing Kira’s clit in firm circles while two fingers curl deep inside, slick with heat. Kira wakes with the ghost of that wet touch lingering between her legs, her own heartbeat answering in steady, eager pulses.