Lesbian Seductions #19

Paris is already pulling at the zipper of her dress when Nicole gets the door closed behind them. She stands still while Nicole works the silk down her hips, slow enough that every inch of skin feels the drag of cool air. The fabric pools at her feet. Underneath, nothing but pale skin and the thin strap of a thong. Nicole drops to her knees without asking. She hooks her thumbs under the lace and tugs it lower, lips brushing the inside of Paris’s thigh. Paris steps out of the panties and the heels in the same motion. Nicole stays where she is, eyes level with the soft blonde curls between her legs. Paris reaches down, fingers sliding through Nicole’s hair, and pulls her mouth closer. Nicole opens without hesitation, tongue flat and warm against her. Paris rocks her hips once, twice, then lifts one stockinged leg and rests it over Nicole’s shoulder, opening herself wider. They move to the bed without speaking. Nicole lies back, head against the pillows, and Paris swings a leg over her face. Stockings whisper against the sheets as Paris lowers herself until she feels Nicole’s breath against her cunt. She settles, grinding slow, feeling Nicole’s tongue work deeper with every roll of her hips. Nicole’s hands come up to hold her thighs, urging her to press down harder. Paris does. She leans forward, palms flat on the headboard, and rides until her thighs start to tremble. When she comes it is quiet, just a sharp catch of breath and a long, shuddering exhale. She stays there a moment longer, letting Nicole’s tongue soothe the aftershocks, then lifts off and drops beside her. They lie facing each other, legs tangled, the faint sheen of sweat cooling on their skin.