Valley of joy

Mia and Paula call the trip a visit to the valley of joy. A name they gave their secret afternoons, the ones they spend somewhere no one will find them. Today the room is nothing but locked door and heavy air. Paula’s mouth drags over Mia’s collarbone and keeps going, teeth testing skin, tongue following the bite until she reaches the hard point of Mia’s nipple. She sucks once, quick and selfish, then lets it go with a wet pop. Mia arches, a low sound leaving her throat. She reaches down, finds Paula already open and wet. Two fingers slide in without resistance, and Paula’s hips push to meet them. Mia fucks her in tight strokes, thumb working Paula’s clit in the same rhythm, and Paula grips the edge of the mattress as if that might keep the pleasure from spilling too fast. When Paula comes, she bites Mia’s shoulder and holds the sound back until it breaks anyway. Mia keeps her fingers inside, kissing her through it. Paula’s taste is still on her tongue when she rolls to her back and spreads her legs. Paula gets between them, lips dragging up the inside of a trembling thigh, and then her mouth seals over Mia’s cunt and stays there. Mia feels the deliberate slide of Paula’s tongue, the small, hungry noises, feels her hips rise and fall against that mouth while fingers open her, claim her, take every drop.