Twisted Passions #03

Autumn steps through the door bone-tired. Flower lies stretched across the bed in nothing but an open robe, nipples peeking out each time she breathes. "Where were you today?" Autumn asks, voice sharp. Flower waves the question away. "Just catching up with Heather. Nothing that matters." She props herself on one elbow. Her eyes drop between Autumn's legs, then travel up again like hands. "Take those off. You look done in." She pats the mattress. Autumn hesitates, then peels the coat, the blouse, the skirt. Flower draws her down, presses soft kisses along the line of sweat between her breasts, then trails lower, tongue hot and sure. Autumn's protest dissolves into a single long sigh that ends somewhere behind her teeth.