Spooned By Stepmommy

Lilibet hadn't slept since the papers were signed. She slipped down the hall in a cotton slip and found Elise already under the duvet, laptop closed, hair loose. "Can I?" The question barely left her mouth before Elise lifted the covers. Warmth met her thighs first, then the firm line of Elise's body. Elise tucked a lock behind Lilibet's ear, murmuring the way she had when Lilibet was small. Fingers drifted in slow circles over her stomach, tracing the edge of each rib. Lilibet curled tighter. She should have drifted off; instead her nipples tightened and a low throb took root between her legs. Elise felt it too, the shallow hitch in her breath, the gentle press of hips seeking contact they both pretended wasn't deliberate. Neither of them said it aloud at first. Elise simply let her hand slide lower until her knuckles brushed the soft thatch of hair through Lilibet's panties. A sound left her that was neither word nor sigh. Lilibet shifted, parting her legs just enough. Elise cupped her fully then, palm warm and sure, and Lilibet's hips answered without thought. The wetness came fast. Elise's thumb circled, slow and steady, while her mouth found the curve of Lilibet's neck. Sheets rustled. A knee slid between Lilibet's and stayed there, pressing. Lilibet reached back, found Elise's thigh, gripped hard enough to leave faint marks. Elise's breath turned ragged against her ear. "Relax," she whispered, though the word itself was thick with need. She eased Lilibet's underwear down and let two fingers glide through the slick heat. The first slow thrust made Lilibet moan into the pillow. Elise worked deeper, curling, angling until every inward press nudged the place that made Lilibet's stomach tighten. Her free hand stayed at Lilibet's breast, rolling the nipple gently, never stopping the rhythm below. When Lilibet came it was quiet, a trembling chain of contractions that started deep and kept rolling. Elise held her through it, kissing the damp hair at her temple, murmuring little nothings until the aftershocks eased. They stayed knotted together, breathing the same warmed air, legs still tangled. Sleep arrived without announcement, slow and heavy, the way it does after bodies settle into what they already wanted.