Kissing You

Anna and Uma kiss like they’ve been starving for it. Mouths open, tongues slow and greedy, tasting each other with an ease that suggests they’ve practiced. Same eagerness transfers south. Knees spread. Fingers slip. Lips find the softer pair, already slick. They eat in turn, then together—Uma on her back, Anna straddling her face—wet sounds filling the room. They know each other by now: what pressure lands hardest, when a light suck unravels the other completely. They swallow moans they can’t hold back. Anna comes first, thighs trembling against Uma’s cheeks. Uma follows seconds later, hips jerking as Anna stays on her, licking every last shudder out. Afterward they trade lazy kisses, saliva and salt mingling on their mouths. Both already planning the next time.