Lesbian Seductions #19

Faye stayed at Naomi’s the night before the big meet. The hotel suite smelled of her perfume and expensive wine. Naomi circled behind Faye at the mirror, slid the strap of her camisole down, and pressed her mouth to the base of her neck. “You’re shaking,” she whispered. Faye felt the shiver run through her thighs. Naomi’s hands were sure—she lifted Faye’s leg onto the vanity, pushed aside the crotch of her competition briefs, and ran two fingers through the slick heat she found there. “Look at yourself,” Naomi said, guiding Faye’s chin so their eyes met in the glass. She sank to her knees, opened Faye with her thumbs, and kissed her slowly, deliberately, tongue working in measured circles until Faye’s breath broke into shallow, helpless sounds. When Faye’s knees gave, Naomi caught her, turned her, and pressed three slick fingers inside. Each thrust hit a tight, perfect place. Faye gripped Naomi’s wrist, hips rolling in time, the cheer uniform bunched at her waist like an afterthought. Naomi watched her come apart, murmured praise against her temple, and didn’t stop until Faye had gone quiet and loose in her arms, ready for anything the morning might bring.