Imperfect Angels #05

Samantha's body sank into the sheets. Abbey straddled her thighs and kissed her mouth open, slow and deliberate. She tasted wine on her tongue. Samantha felt her own legs spreading wider without thinking. Fingers traced up her ribs, found a nipple, rolled it until her back arched off the mattress. Abbey swallowed the gasp that followed. They undressed each other piece by piece. The silk slip stuck to damp skin. Abbey tugged panties aside and pressed two fingers between slick folds, rubbing steady circles until Samantha trembled. Her knees fell apart. She worked her hand under Abbey's thong in return, pushing two fingers deep, curling them until Abbey cursed and rocked against her palm. Both women moved with the same rhythm, hips rolling, breath growing ragged. When Abbey added her thumb, Samantha's whole body jerked. She bit the inside of her wrist, tried to stay quiet, failed. She came first—shoulders pinned back, toes curling, a hot rush slicking Abbey’s fingers. Abbey watched her face break apart, then came with her, thighs squeezing Samantha’s hand, a raw little noise escaping against her neck. Sweat cooled on their skin. Abbey kept their hands between their legs until the aftershocks faded, then kissed the inside of Samantha’s wrist, tasting salt. Nothing else moved. Just the faint creak of the bed and the sound of two women breathing like they’d been running.