Sweet Morning After

Beata and Viola burn through every spare hour the way other couples waste them. Friends think they hardly see each other. The truth stays behind the door, where the two stay naked, young bodies spread across sheets while the afternoon light crawls over sweat-slick skin. Beata, narrow frame braced on hands and knees, lets Viola’s broad breasts graze her own smaller ones, fat nipples stiff from the friction. Viola holds every advantage here—her tits heavier, fuller, but nothing tops the way she slides two fingers straight into Beata’s cunt and hunts that spot until Beata’s spine bows like drawn wire. Beata answers, sliding a slender palm between Viola’s soft thighs and rubbing her shaved mound in slow circles. Soon both pairs of fingers curl in rhythm. Hips rock and slide across slick sheets until thighs tremble and a thin sheen of sweat gathers at the small of Beata’s back. The room gets tight with heat, breath thicker. They push it, tongues catching salt from collarbones and under-breasts until the scent of their own arousal hangs heavier than perfume. Viola takes Beata’s hand and pulls her from the damp mattress. They cross the hallway naked, water already hissing from the shower head when Viola kneels again on wet tile and spears two fingers upward into slick heat, thumb riding Beata’s clit with steady pressure. Before the water turns cold, they retreat to bed, legs open wide, calves wrapped around hips to keep each other close. Beata ends up on her back, Viola braced above her mouth; wet curls brush her tongue and Beata eats her with short, greedy strokes while Viola’s breath breaks ragged above her. Viola sinks again, fingers thick and relentless inside Beata, pumping until thighs tighten and voice cracks open. Wet sounds fill the room, Beatrice’s heels press into the sheet, and her orgasm slams through the mattress springs with enough force to jostle the wooden frame. The moment leaves her gasping, flushed, fingers still clutching Viola’s wrist to ride the aftershock. Viola follows immediately after, grinding onto Beata’s tongue, her heavy breasts swaying as muscles seize and release. Both women come hard and keep each other’s eyes locked while the finish shakes out between their open mouths, breaths shared until lips meet once more, still shaking.