Inside Me

They stay home. Kirby slides two fingers deep inside her girlfriend, slow strokes easing the day right out. Cedar's face flushes dark, mouth slack, that unmistakable post-sex shine spreading across her skin. Kirby knows the spots that matter, feels Cedar tighten around her knuckles, gives her exactly what's asked for without being told. Cedar returns the favor, tongue tracing lazy circles over Kirby's folds before flicking up to the swollen clit. The movement is hypnotic—wet, deliberate, unhurried. Each orgasm builds quiet and certain. They ride the waves, breath catching, bodies pressed close, and the room fills with the small, urgent sounds of people who have nowhere else to be.