Lesbian Retreat #01

Kimber felt the key click free. Her wrists dropped to the floor and she sat back on her heels, already wet. Torri lay facedown on the bed, her breathing slow. Kimber watched that rise and fall for two long heartbeats, then moved. The sheets whispered when she climbed in. She pressed herself against Torri’s back, knees tucked under her, bare thighs against warm skin. Her mouth found the slope of Torri’s neck. “Hey,” Kimber whispered. Torri stirred. “You’re free.” “Still cuffed in my head,” Kimber answered. She dragged her tongue along the salt-damp crease behind Torri’s ear, then lower, catching the silk strap of Torri’s teddy between her teeth. She pulled. Fabric slipped over one shoulder. Torri rolled onto her back, giving her access. The teddy slid lower with every tug. Nipples tightened once they met air. Kimber took the left between her teeth and sucked until Torri arched. With her hands still lightly shaking from the cuffs, Kimber worked the thin lace the rest of the way down, past hips, past thighs. When it cleared Torri’s ankles she tossed it aside and crawled higher, settling between open legs. She slid two fingers between Torri’s folds, coating them, then pushed inside while her thumb found the swollen clit and circled slow. Torri’s breath hitched. Kimber leaned down and licked the center of her chest, then followed the bead of sweat between her breasts down to where her mouth replaced her thumb. She sucked, flicked, sucked again. Torri’s hips rolled, pushing harder against her face. Kimber held on, taking as much as she could, until Torri’s thighs trembled and she came with a broken sound that landed between a gasp and a laugh. Kimber didn’t stop until Torri pushed her off with shaky fingers. Then she licked her own lips, tasting salt and heat, and stayed right where she was: watching, waiting for the next round.