Switch: Breathless

Codi Vore agreed to hike the woods with Penny Barber. She figured she'd pick up a few facts about moss or leaves. Instead she felt her own body answering Penny's. Every time Penny bent to show another wild plant, her mouth came close enough for Codi to taste the scent of warm skin. The space between them shrank, inch by deliberate inch. When they paused on a narrow ridge, Penny slid a hand across the small of Codi's back and said they should eat. They both knew lunch was the last thing on their minds. They stepped off-trail. Clothes opened. Codi's voice shook when she offered, “Anything.” The word settled like heavy silk. Penny took it. She slipped her belt free, looped it once around Codi's throat, and pulled just enough to make the air catch. She smiled at the small sound that left Codi's lips. They didn’t finish the hike. In Penny's bright kitchen they tore the rest away—soles still muddy, breaths raw. Penny strapped the harness tight, sank the silicone deep, and tugged the leather against Codi's neck each time she thrust. Codi's knees trembled; her pulse hammered beneath the strap. Every inhale came shorter, every moan louder, until the room blurred and the only thing left sharp was the grip on her throat and the slick, relentless drive inside her.