Get In Step-Mommy's Bed

Freya padded into Christie’s bedroom, footsteps whispering against the carpet. Christie lay on her side, eyes closed, breathing steady and heavy. Freya hovered at the edge of the mattress. Her voice cracked once, soft but persistent, until a groan slipped from Christie’s throat and her eyes fluttered open, sharp with irritation. “I’m thirty-one, for god’s sake,” Christie muttered, voice still fogged. “Go sleep in your own room.” Freya shook her head. “Can’t. Nerves. Work won’t shut off.” She climbed onto the mattress anyway, palms pressed together like a prayer. “Just tonight.” Christie sighed, pulled back the sheet, and turned her back. “Fine. Don’t move.” Minutes later, Freya was still shifting, thighs rubbing, sheet rustling. Christie sat up. “You promised.” A pause stretched, heavy. Then, quieter, “Just… get yourself off. If it helps. And let me sleep.” Freya hesitated only a moment. She slid her hand beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts, fingers slicking over damp folds, circling and pressing. The mattress dipped with each slow thrust. Christie’s breathing changed. One hand crept under the blanket; she rubbed over the gusset of her panties until the fabric grew warm and slick. A low moan escaped her throat, almost annoyed. Freya rolled toward her. Their eyes met. No words. Only the wet sound of skin on skin as Christie pushed the covers aside, kicked away her underwear, and pulled Freya’s mouth to her breast. Freya licked, then sucked, hips still rocking against her own hand. She shifted lower, spread Christie open with two fingers, and buried her face between parted thighs. Christie’s fingers tangled in blonde hair, guiding her. Tongue and breath, wet and steady. Later, Christie rolled onto her back and drew Freya astride her hips. She worked her fingers inside the younger woman, knuckle-deep, thumb dragging over her clit. Freya rode those fingers until her head tipped back, mouth slack, cunt clenching. Her thighs trembled. Christie watched, eyes half-lidded, free hand still rubbing herself in tight circles. Both women breathing hard, both wide awake, sweat cooling on bare skin in the dark.