Shhh... Let's Be Quiet

Kimora tells her parent she’s heading to bed, then slips away. She leaves out the part about Kimmy already on her way over. Kimmy arrives without a sound, and Kimora pulls her close with one urgent whisper: they have to stay absolutely quiet. Kimmy’s eyebrows lift, but she nods. Her fingers trace the swell of Kimora’s breast through thin cotton while Kimora cups her ass in return. They press and rub, slow at first, then harder, until Kimmy’s breath starts to hitch. Kimora sinks lower, kisses the arch of Kimmy’s foot, runs her tongue along the sole until Kimmy has to bite her own wrist to keep from moaning. Kimora hooks her thumbs under Kimmy’s waistband and slides the panties free. She parts Kimmy with careful fingers, then leans in and tastes her, slow, deliberate strokes that make Kimmy’s hips roll in tight, silent circles. Kimmy’s hand finds Kimora’s hair, urging her deeper, while the other stays clamped over her own mouth. Heat builds fast. Every lick, every slick press of lips pushes them closer to the edge. Kimora adds two fingers, curling just right, and Kimmy’s thighs start to shake. They move together in frantic, hushed rhythm, bodies taut with the effort of staying silent. The risk only makes them wetter, hungrier. Neither girl is sure how much longer they can hold back the sounds that want to break free.