Keep Her Close

Octavia Red moves first. Her hand slides up Selian Imai’s thigh, slow, certain. Water still clings to Selian’s skin, beads catching the light as Octavia leans in, mouth finding the smaller woman’s neck. Selian gasps, then arches into the touch, small hands reaching for the redhead’s heavy breasts. Octavia’s breath catches, but she doesn’t stop. She slips two fingers between Selian’s legs, finds her slick and open. Selian moans, pressing closer, her own palm cupping Octavia’s breast, thumb teasing the stiff nipple. Their mouths meet, tongues meeting in a messy, hungry kiss. Selian’s smaller frame rocks against Octavia’s fingers, wet sounds mixing with their breathing. Octavia pushes deeper, thumb working Selian’s clit in tight circles. Selian’s hips buck, greedy, and she drops her head to Octavia’s chest, sucking at the soft flesh, leaving a trail of spit. They move together, bodies tight, heat building between them until Selian’s thighs start to tremble and Octavia’s breath turns ragged against her hair.