Day Off

They have no business getting out of bed, but they still reach for their phones, legs still tangled. Willow calls first. Her boss picks up and she starts to lie—right as Fox slides a hand between her thighs and starts rubbing her clit through her underwear. Her voice cracks, stutters, but she gets through it. Then Fox takes a turn, trying to keep her words steady while Willow laps at her nipples, sucking hard, letting teeth graze skin. Once both calls are done, the sheets stop mattering. They’re kissing like they’ve been waiting all week—lips swollen, tongues slow. Shirts come off. Breasts out. Fingers rolling over stiff nipples until each woman shivers. Then mouths move lower. Willow holds Fox open and eats her slow, deliberate, tongue pressed flat, lips dragging, licking until Fox starts grinding down. They trade. Fox buries her face between Willow’s legs the same way, patient and greedy. She adds more. One slick finger pressing to Willow’s ass, circling, then slipping in. Willow moans loud around it, pushing back into the stretch. Fox doesn’t rush—keeps licking her clit steady while the finger works deeper. The orgasm hits Willow hard, legs shaking, mouth open. Fox follows soon after, muscles tightening, breath caught against Willow’s skin. After, they collapse into each other. Skin warm. Still slick. Neither of them moving toward the shower.