Lazy Morning Massage

Odette rises from the sheets, back knotted tight after too many hours asleep. She stretches, slow and careful, spine cracking like old wood. In the same bed, Lola lies perfectly still, lashes dark against her cheeks. Odette watches her another moment, then asks for a favor. Lola answers without opening her eyes. "Stay here." She moves behind Odette and begins to work her hands, thumbs pressing deep, palms sliding down each curve of muscle. Clothes fall away one by one. When Odette rolls onto her stomach, Lola’s slick fingers trace the round swell of her ass, kneading slowly, parting her gently. Two fingertips press inside, then three, sliding wet and easy. Odette’s breath catches, hips lifting to meet each push. Every few strokes Lola pauses to kiss the small of her back, tasting salt, breathing warm. Odette reaches back, finds Lola’s wrist, and holds her there, guiding the rhythm until it stays exactly right. The room stays quiet except for the soft sounds of skin and breathing.