The Edge Of Us

Dakota stretched beneath her girlfriend, fingers sliding into Zazie with a slow, knowing rhythm. They had been lovers for years, yet something unspoken still hung between them. Dakota wanted more. She wanted to watch Zazie with someone else, wanted proof of it, photos, messages, the raw evidence of another woman making her girlfriend come. Zazie loved Dakota fiercely enough to try, so she opened her legs wider and let Dakota keep fingering her, even while her own pulse fluttered with worry. A sudden shift and Zazie found herself flipped, settling over Dakota’s face in a 69. She buried her mouth between Dakota’s thighs while Dakota’s tongue pushed back, both of them slick and greedy. They rocked together, Dakota on her back, Zazie rocking her hips down, their bodies grinding hard. When they slid into tribbing, thighs locked, clits pressed tight, every roll of Zazie’s hips dragged them closer to the edge. Their breath caught and broke, and Zazie’s mouth opened on a silent cry as they came against each other, sweat-slick and trembling. Neither said a word about the tension that still waited just outside their bed.