Lesbian Seductions #19

Paris flops back on the bed, already sounding like he’s given up on the night. Nicole climbs in after him with a scowl that says she’s not done trying. “If you’re staying in, at least let me see you bare,” she mutters. Her fingers catch the hem of his shirt and tug it over his head in one quick sweep, palms sliding straight to warm skin. He arches, half-laughing, and she pins his wrists above him just long enough to get the undershirt free too. A button on his trousers gives her trouble; she curses softly and uses her teeth until the fly parts. Silk boxers slide down his hips in one lazy drag. Now there’s nothing left to block the slow glide of her knuckles along the inside of his thigh. Paris sighs, heat spreading. Nicole wraps her hand around him and gives one leisurely stroke, smiling when he thickens. “Told you,” she whispers. “We don’t need the city when I can make you feel good right here.” She dips lower, tongue circling the flushed head before taking him into the wet heat of her mouth. Paris’s hand lands on the back of her neck, encouraging but gentle. She sinks all the way down, throat flexing, pulls up with a wet pop, then does it again. She’s in no hurry. Spit glistens along his length; she spreads it with her palm, pumping steady while her lips and tongue tease the crown. Paris groans her name. She answers with a hum that vibrates straight through him. Her free hand slips lower, cupping his balls, rolling them lightly as she sucks him deeper. The sheets rustle under restless thighs. She lets go, rises to straddle his hips, and takes him in one slick push—wet heat swallowing him to the hilt. They both pause, catching breath. She rocks, slow at first, rolling her pelvis so every inch drags sweet friction inside her. Nails drag down his chest; he cups her breasts, thumbs flicking tight nipples. The rhythm picks up—skin meeting skin, the soft creak of the bed frame. Nicole braces her hands on his shoulders, riding with deliberate, deep strokes. Paris thrusts up to meet her, fingers digging into her waist hard enough to leave faint marks. Every downward slide she tightens around him until he swears. Her clit grinds against the base of his cock; pleasure winds tight and snaps. She comes with a broken gasp, clenching around him in rhythmic pulses. Paris follows two thrusts later, spilling deep as his body bows under hers. They collapse in a sweaty tangle, hearts still racing. The city lights can wait.