Please Make Me Lesbian #02

Later that night the house was quiet. Zoey climbed into Hayden’s bed without waiting for an invitation. She slid behind her, bare skin against bare skin, and cupped the weight of her breasts from behind. Her thumbs swept across the soft peaks until they tightened. Hayden sighed but did not turn. She stayed on her side while Zoey’s hand travelled lower, parting her, finding her already slick. Two fingers pressed inside without prelude. Hayden’s back arched against Zoey’s chest and she rocked into each shallow thrust. Zoey kept the rhythm steady, pressing her own hips to the curve of Hayden’s ass, riding the same motion. She breathed against Hayden’s neck, tasting salt and warm skin. When Hayden’s thighs began to tremble, Zoey slipped her free hand beneath her thigh and lifted it, opening her further. Three fingers now, sliding deeper, palm flat against her clit. Wet sounds filled the dark room. Hayden’s breathing hitched—short, broken gasps—and she came hard, clenching around Zoey’s hand. Zoey did not stop. She slowed her fingers only enough to draw the orgasm out, then coaxed another from her with slower, firmer strokes. By the time she pulled away her wrist was dripping. She brought her hand to Hayden’s lips, tracing the lower one until it parted, tasting herself. They lay there panting, sheets tangled and warm around them.