She's Got My Back

Serene watched Lexi flinch and offered her fingers before Lexi even asked. She pressed her thumbs deep into the tight muscle along Lexi’s left shoulder blade, drawing a low, grateful moan from her. “Fuck, right there,” Lexi whispered. The knot loosened under Serene’s steady strokes, yet Lexi shifted, complaining the same pain now lived on the right side too. Serene moved behind her, spreading her hands across both shoulder blades, pressing until warm skin and tension met. Lexi’s voice dropped lower. “It’s sliding down my spine,” she said, almost teasing. Serene’s palms followed, tracing muscle by muscle, inch by inch, until her thumbs brushed the flare of Lexi’s hips. Lexi turned, breath catching. “Better on a mattress.” The bedroom door clicked shut. Lexi shucked her clothes without ceremony, nipples already tight in the cool air. Serene blinked, then smiled, because they had years between them and nothing left to hide. She drizzled oil across Lexi’s back, watching it gleam as it rolled over the small of her waist and the slope of her ass. Serene worked slow circles over each rib, then slid lower, sweeping under the swell of Lexi’s breasts, fingertips brushing stiff peaks until both of them breathed quicker. Lexi twisted onto her back, eyes half-lidded, pupils wide. Her thighs parted just enough. Serene leaned in; oil-slick fingers curled around Lexi’s jaw. Lexi met her halfway, lips parting, the kiss hungry and open, tasting like shared heat and the faint salt of skin. Serene’s pulse hammered. She sank deeper into the kiss, one hand still gliding over Lexi’s slick breast, thumb flicking across the hard nipple, ready to take whatever came next.