Sharing The Bed: Part Two

Shyla came home and poured herself some coffee. She stood at the sink, stared at the yard, and tried not to replay Sasha’s hands on her. The phone buzzed. She froze, pulse knocking against her ribs, then forced herself to type something ordinary back. Ten minutes later she was face-down on her bed, heart racing like she had already sinned. Sasha’s next message offered a name: Dani Daniels. A therapist. Shyla almost laughed. Jesus had always been enough before. Still, every question she wrote down ended up being about Sasha and how wet she got thinking about her. She booked the appointment anyway. Dani opened the door in a cream blouse and soft slacks. Quiet voice, steady eyes. She let Shyla talk, let the guilt spill, let it settle into the room. When the shaking wouldn’t stop, Dani untied her hair and stepped close. “Surrogacy can feel like cheating if we pretend it isn’t,” she said, voice almost tender. “So don’t pretend.” She guided Shyla’s palms to her own waist, showing her it was real. Shyla nodded. Dani kissed her first, slow enough that Shyla felt every inch of pressure, then deeper, then hungrier. Blouse buttons gave. Bras followed. Shyla tasted coffee and mint on Dani’s tongue while thumbs circled her stiff nipples and drew small sounds from her throat. When Dani lowered herself between spread thighs, she moved like she had all afternoon. Her mouth sealed over Shyla’s clit in long, careful pulls. Two fingers slid in, curled, pressed where the ache lived, and Shyla clenched around them, whimpering every time they drew back. Dani licked and sucked until Shyla’s hips bucked, then pinned her with a palm to the belly and kept going until the first raw orgasm cracked through her. Dani didn’t stop. She flipped Shyla onto her stomach, kissed down the length of her spine, parted her cheeks, and tongued the tight ring with the same patience she’d used on her cunt. Shyla fisted the sheets, voice cracking, unsure whether to beg or cry. Dani slid two slick fingers back inside, worked her open, and let her come again, longer this time, legs trembling, tears on her cheeks. Sweat cooled on their skin. Dani kissed the damp hair at Shyla’s temple and asked softly whether she felt like she had cheated. Shyla shook her head, dazed, spent, already burning for more.