Pleasures of the flesh

The flesh is stubborn. It wants. And Iwia and Kari keep answering that want with their mouths open and their legs spread. Sweat already coats their skin, the sheets cling wet beneath Kari's hips. Iwia slides two fingers between Kari's parted thighs and rubs slow circles over the slick nub she finds, pressing until Kari's breath stutters into a soft curse. Every time Kari tries to speak, her words dissolve into gasps, fingers tightening on the headboard above her head. Iwia watches the way those hips lift and push, searching for more, and answers by leaning down, mouth open, tongue sweeping flat and warm across the swollen heat. The taste is salt and sweetness, a warm pulse against her lips that makes her moan into the next lick. She keeps Kari pinned there, knees bent and open, one thigh trembling hard against Iwia's cheek. Kari's free hand finds Iwia's hair and pulls. Neither of them is looking for mercy tonight.