Good times

Some moments sink their teeth in and refuse to let go. Victory and Tess tangle themselves into one of those nights. Faces pressed deep between each other's thighs, mouths working with hungry precision. Victory's tongue slides slow then circles tight, pulling Tess open wider with every stroke. Tess answers with equal heat, licking flat then sucking hard, drawing sharp breaths from Victory's chest. Their hips rock without grace now, chasing the rhythm they've made for themselves. Sweat beads on skin that never cools. Fingers grip flesh they know better than their own. Moans catch and break between them. Nothing gentle about the way they take and give, only the steady pulse of two bodies refusing to stop until the ache gives way to release.