Earning The In-Law's Approval

Kenna showed up at Dana’s front door with a bouquet and her best intentions. Marriage proposals don’t wait for afternoon light, and neither did she. Dana opened the door, smiling the slow kind of welcome that said she already knew why her daughter’s lover had come. Inside, over coffee, Dana leaned back and let the silence stretch. “We both know Leah is happiest when she’s looked after,” she said. “So I think it’s only fair I learn exactly what kind of care she gets.” The suggestion landed warm and certain between them, cloaked in maternal concern. Kenna set her cup down, pulse tapping at her throat, then nodded once—cool and serious—because she’d come prepared to prove herself on every level. Dana rose first, the silk of her robe parting as she crossed the room. Kenna followed without hesitation. She slipped the robe from Dana’s shoulders, pressed an open-mouthed kiss just above the lace edge of her bra, and peeled that away next. When Dana turned, Kenna dropped to her knees, easing Dana’s panties down with both hands, then guided one thigh over her shoulder so she could reach the slick heat waiting for her. Tongue, lips, the steady pull of suction—every stroke deliberate, every pause to watch Dana shudder—until the older woman’s fingers curled hard in Kenna’s hair. But Kenna wasn’t finished proving anything. She stood, turned Dana toward the bed, bent her at the waist and slipped two fingers inside with no resistance. Curl and drag, curling again. Dana swore low, pushing back onto the thrust. Kenna thumbed her clit in tight circles until Dana came hard enough to rock the headboard, then eased a third finger in while Dana was still trembling, stretching her until Dana’s voice cracked into another moan. Spun onto her back, Dana watched with half-lidded eyes while Kenna shed her own clothes and climbed up, knees planted wide, lowering herself onto Dana’s mouth. The older woman’s tongue worked in swift, greedy strokes; Kenna rode each one, grinding until she gasped and shook, heat flashing behind her eyelids. She slid back down, straddled Dana’s hips, and rocked against the slick skin where their bodies met until both women locked again, hips jerking, breaths sharp. When the tremor finally eased, Kenna pressed a long, wet kiss to Dana’s inner thigh and stood, calm, steady, every promise fulfilled.