Girls In White 2012 #01

Cherie has Dani pinned on the living room floor. Her fingers slide between Dani’s thighs and open her slowly, two at first, then three when Dani’s hips lift up to meet them. Cherie watches the wet shine spread across her hand. “You like that?” she asks, thumb resting on Dani’s clit, circling once, then again. Dani answers with a broken moan. Her legs shake. Cherie curls her fingers inside her, finding the spot that always pulls the slickest sound from Dani’s throat. She keeps the pressure steady, no rush. Dani’s nails rake across the rug. She grabs Cherie’s wrist, not to stop her, just to hold on. Cherie leans down and takes one nipple in her mouth, sucks until Dani arches and gasps. Their bodies press together, skin sticking, breath mixing, the room thick with heat. Cherie kisses lower, lips dragging across ribs and belly, teeth scraping just enough to sting. Dani’s hand finds her hair and pushes her down. Cherie grins against the soft inside of Dani’s thigh, then covers her with her mouth. Her tongue works the same rhythm her fingers started, slow and filthy. Dani swears, voice hoarse. Every wet sound fills the quiet apartment. Cherie keeps her there, holding her open with both hands, never letting up until Dani’s legs lock around her shoulders and the cry tears out of her throat.