Twisted Passions #03

Samantha lay curled beneath the sheets when Elexis eased the door open, pausing just inside the doorway to watch the slow rise and fall of her lover’s shoulders. A faint flush colored the exposed column of Samantha’s throat, and Elexis felt the low pulse of concern change, almost instantly, to something warmer, needier. Without speaking, she crossed the room and peeled the sheet down, revealing the damp undershirt clinging to Samantha’s breasts. One strap had slid off, baring the upper curve of one nipple. Elexis bent, tongue flicking across that stiff peak through cotton, dragging a quick, startled gasp from Samantha. She repeated the motion on the other, then drew both straps off, exposing pale skin and dark nipples still tight from fever. Samantha arched, legs parting without coaxing. Elexis stripped her own top and pressed bare skin to fever-hot skin, breasts sliding against breasts, mouths meeting in an open, wet kiss that tasted faintly of medicine. When she slid two fingers between Samantha’s thighs she found her slick already, folds soft and swollen. She traced slow circles, gathering that wetness, then sank two fingers deep—slow at first, then firmer—pressing the heel of her hand to the clit on each stroke. Samantha came in a low, shaky rush, cunt pulsing hard around those knuckles, thighs clamping tight, a strangled sob catching in her throat. Elexis did not pull away. She kept rocking her hand until the tremors eased, then lowered her mouth, breathing warm air across the glistening mess she’d just made. Her tongue followed—broad, slow licks up one lip, down the other, then circling the swollen bud until Samantha bucked again, grabbing at the sheets. She drew it out: fingertip teasing inside, mouth gentle and relentless, until Samantha came a second time, quieter this time, a long drawn-out moan swallowed by the damp pillows. Elexis stayed between her thighs, licking her clean, savoring every after-shock. When she finally kissed her way back up the length of Samantha’s body, the flush on Samantha’s cheeks had cooled, and she smiled—lazy, sated—against Elexis’s lips.