Love Affair With Darkness

Alyssa sits behind the long glass desk, silver rings catching the low light. Her dark hair spills across one shoulder. Small breasts press against the thin black silk of her blouse. She watches Amirah step inside and close the door. The new girl’s nipples show through her simple white top, the silver hoops at her navel peeking when her cropped hem rides up. Alyssa stands. She crosses the room without hurry. Her hand moves to the back of Amirah’s neck and draws her in. Their mouths meet, slow at first, then firmer. Amirah tastes faintly of mint and something sweeter. Alyssa slides two fingers beneath the waistband of the younger woman’s skirt, finds warm skin and a narrow strip of hair. She rubs the pad of her middle finger over the small, firm clit, then lower, parting the lips already slick. Amirah’s breath stutters. Alyssa works two fingers inside her, palm angled to press each stroke upward. The metal at Amirah’s navel brushes Alyssa’s knuckles. The girl’s walls grip tight, pulsing. Alyssa curls her fingers once, twice, and Amirah comes with a soft, broken sound, hips rolling forward, one hand clutching the edge of the desk for balance.