Teasing Girls

These two want each other slow. Their mouths meet first, lips brushing soft, tasting skin before tongues slide together in lazy circles. Then one pulls back, breathing, and starts working lower. A trail of kisses turns into slow licks along ribs, the undersides of breasts, down the stomach to the dip of hip. She pauses just above that wet heat, watching the twitch in her partner's thighs. When she finally licks, it's a feather touch that makes the other woman shiver and curse under her breath. They switch like that. Give and take. One woman's tongue flicks quick over a swollen clit while two fingers ease inside, stroking that soft front wall. The other sighs, then grinds down harder, chasing it, only for her partner to pull back at the last second. Laughing, breath hot against wet skin. She sucks on that clit again, gentle but relentless, until hips lift and a moan breaks. Then it's her turn. On her back now, legs spread wide, fingers holding herself open while a warm tongue laps at her folds and then presses inside. They both know how to draw it out, making every lick count, every tease stretch the ache longer. Nothing rushed. Just the steady build, skin flushed, mouths slick, the occasional sharp intake of breath when someone hits just right. They linger here, wet and close, spinning it out until the need gets too sharp to hold.