Lazy Morning Massage

Morning light finds Odette in a cat-stretch. One sharp crack between her shoulders and she winces. Lola sleeps on, golden and unknowing. Odette traces the line of her spine with hungry eyes. A soreness climbs through her again, and Odette quietly mutters her wish. Without waking, Lola murmurs she’ll fix it right here. Her fingers discover the knot, press, insist, coax it loose. Shirts slide, leggings follow, and now Lola works bare palms over the full moon of Odette’s ass. The muscles give, but neither woman has finished. Odette pushes back, begging more. Lola answers with an unhurried press of lips and then the slide of a slick tongue, and Odette pays her in gasps, in time, in all the trouble they dare to raise.