Lust Night

Hannah and Sylvia stood before the mirror in their tightest dresses, faces inches apart while they fixed each other's lipstick. Their breath mingled. Warm. Close. Sylvia's gloss caught the light; Hannah watched her tongue sweep across her bottom lip and felt heat coil low in her belly. They broke the silence at the same time, mouths meeting in a kiss that turned hungry fast. Sylvia's hand slipped down Hannah's throat, thumb stroking her pulse while their tongues slid together. Against the glass they pressed closer, hips tilting, dresses rucking up. Then they dropped to their knees in turn—Sylvia first, tongue parting Hannah's slick folds with one long, slow lick. Hannah gripped the counter, hips rocking into that wet heat. When Sylvia came up gasping, they swapped places, Hannah burying her face between Sylvia's thighs, tasting her, swallowing her sounds. Makeup smeared. Hair mussed. But their mouths glistened with something far sweeter than gloss.