Sharing The Bed: Part Four

Dani draws Shyla inside the bedroom and kisses her against the doorframe. "Lesson three," she whispers. Shyla tastes the older woman’s mouth, then leans back to tug Dani’s blouse open, hungry for skin. Dani watches her. "Tell me what you’d do to Sasha if she stood here right now." Shyla answers without hesitation, hands sliding down Dani’s breasts. She pushes the brunette onto the bureau and spreads her legs. A moment later she lifts Dani, carries her to the dresser, and fucks her standing, knuckles buried, tongue busy. When she tires of the angle she drops Dani to the carpet, rides her thigh, then pins her against the window—glass cool against Dani’s breasts, palm working faster. Each surface becomes another position Shyla’s mind conjures for the girl she loves. Dani pants instructions: none of this is wrong. Whatever Shyla wants, Dani will take. On the bed now, hips rising, Dani groans. "Show me. Exactly how you’ll have her." Shyla climbs over her head first. Dani orders, "Say my name." The younger woman answers, "Sasha," and lowers her wet cunt to Dani’s mouth while she bends to lick Dani’s. They grind through sixty-nine, the only sound slick lips and Shyla’s short, urgent breaths. Hours later Shyla wakes Dani with a tongue already working her open. Dani’s eyes snap open, startled, then soften as pleasure overrides alarm. She lets Shyla feast, wondering how far this new hunger will lead.