I Like to Kiss #01

Magdalene watches her. Takes the leap. Just three sentences, blunt and shaking at the edges, and Lena folds right into her, mouths finding each other mid-breath. Hands in hair, clothes loose in seconds, the quiet room loud with it. On the bed they slow down but don’t stop. Magdalene maps every inch she’s thought about too many nights to count. Lena’s nipples tighten under her tongue, then again under the scrape of teeth. She opens when Magdalene’s fingers slide in; wet, hot, honest. Two fingers, then three, worked deep while her thumb circles the clit, slow circles turning sharp. Lena’s back bows, hips chasing the pressure until she comes hard enough the bed shakes. Magdalene tastes her through the aftershocks, lips slick, tongue relentless until Lena pulls her up, legs locked around her waist, nails digging into her shoulders. They move like they’ve got nowhere else to be.