Doing Something Sweet

Lily followed Lauren inside after their night out, her fingers already itching for skin. Lauren looked delicious under the hall light—dress clinging, lipstick faintly smeared. “You’ve been turning me inside out all evening,” Lily whispered. She reached behind Lauren and slid the zipper down in one slow pull. The fabric sighed open. Lauren stepped out of it, bare shoulders catching the glow, and her hand found Lily’s jaw. Their kiss landed soft, then hotter, Lauren’s tongue flicking Lily’s lip before she caught it between her teeth. “Turn around,” Lily murmured. She hooked her thumbs into Lauren’s lace and eased the bra straps down. Lauren lifted her arms, breasts lifting with them. Lily kissed one already-hard nipple on her way to drop the garment. Lauren returned the favor, tugging Lily’s dress over her head, letting it puddle at her feet. Their hands kept moving—palms gliding down bare waists, nails grazing the small of each other’s backs—little sighs slipping out whenever a fingertip hit a tender spot. Lily took Lauren’s hand and led her to the table already set up in the bedroom. Lauren climbed on, stretching face-down, golden skin warm against the sheet. Lily drizzled oil into her palms and straddled Lauren’s thighs. Her hands started at the shoulders and worked lower, thumbs pressing slow circles along the spine, fingers spreading the oil until it glistened across Lauren’s ribs. Whenever Lauren moaned, Lily smiled against the soft shell of her ear, pressing a lingering kiss just behind it. The strokes grew heavier, slower. Lily’s slick palms cupped the swell of Lauren’s ass, thumbs parting the cheeks for a second before sweeping outward again, a teasing question. Lauren answered by lifting her hips just slightly. Lily smiled wider and slid one oil-slick hand lower, tracing the cleft, circling the entrance before slipping a single fingertip inside—just enough to make Lauren gasp and push back. Her other hand never stopped moving, stroking the soft inside of Lauren’s thigh while that first slick digit began its careful rhythm. Lily’s mouth found the back of Lauren’s neck. “Still want just a massage?” she breathed, sinking her finger in a little deeper. Lauren answered with another low sound, clutching the edge of the table, hips tilting for more. Lily’s lips curved against her skin, and the night stretched open ahead of them.