Budapest #04

Sandra caught the way Sophie's breath hitched when their hands brushed. She let the tension pull her closer. Heat climbed their throats as the kiss deepened. Fingers found zippers and buttons. Shirts slipped down shoulders. Bras unhooked and tumbled to the floor. Bare skin met bare skin and the cool sheets quickly warmed beneath their weight. Sandra parted Sophie’s thighs, tongue tracing the swell and the hollow before settling where she was slick and throbbing. Sophie arched, gripping the sheets, legs trembling around Sandra’s shoulders. Every flick and suck drew a new sound—short gasps and long, low moans. She slipped two fingers inside while her mouth stayed busy above. Sophie came once, sharp and sudden. Then again, softer, drawn out. They switched. Sophie knelt between Sandra’s open legs, using her mouth and fingers until Sandra cried her name into the pillow and went still beneath her. After, they lay tangled together—sweat cooling, hearts slowing, sweat-damp skin pressed close.