Sky Blue Eyes

Two pairs of blue eyes can stop you colder than one. They catch the light together—two blondes on cream sheets, each breath turning into the next. Vanda runs her palm down Kiara’s thigh and the skin warms under her touch. Kiara’s thighs open wider without a word. Their mouths find each other first, soft and sure, tongues slick against soft lips. Then Vanda slides lower, parting Kiara with careful fingers. The air smells like perfume and clean sweat. She presses her tongue flat against the flushed skin, traces slow, lazy circles until Kiara’s stomach tightens and her breath breaks into small, startled sounds. One soft lick draws out another. And another. Everything else falls away.