Life Drawing

Hannah runs her fingers over the soft swell of Anastasia’s breast, tracing the weight of it like she’s memorizing every curve. Her gaze lingers on the rise and fall of flesh, but her mind is already sliding lower. Anastasia’s toes flex, and the small motion sends a pulse straight between Hannah’s legs. She catches one foot, lifts it, and brings it close enough to breathe over the arch. Her tongue follows, slow, deliberate, tasting salt and skin. Anastasia answers with a sigh that turns into a moan when Hannah’s mouth closes over her nipple, sucking until the skin tightens. They trade places without hurry, lips traveling from breast to breast, tongues flicking, teeth grazing. When they finally part, it’s only to spread each other wider. Fingers slip through thick, dark curls and sink into wet heat. Hannah curls two inside Anastasia, feeling the squeeze, while Anastasia’s thumb circles Hannah’s clit in steady strokes. Their mouths meet again at each other’s centers, licking, swallowing, chasing every drop. Toes curl hard against the sheets as both women shake and come, the room heavy with the sound of wet skin and soft, urgent breathing.