An exciting detour

Bailey kisses Lexi first, tongue teasing across that soft bottom lip. She slips her hand under the silky nightgown and finds warm skin waiting. Lexi spreads her legs on the rumpled sheets and Bailey sinks between them, tasting salt-sweet sweat and the faint trace of yesterday’s perfume. Lexi gasps, back arching; Bailey’s tongue circles the swollen clit until Lexi claws at the headboard. When Bailey slides two fingers in, Lexi rolls her hips to meet every thrust, wet sounds filling the small room. They switch, hungry now. Lexi’s mouth closes over Bailey’s nipple, sucking hard, then trails lower, parting Bailey’s slick folds with eager lips. Bailey pulls her own hair, riding Lexi’s tongue until her thighs shake and heat flashes up her spine. Fingers link. Breath tangles. Neither says a word when Lexi presses her thigh between Bailey’s legs and they grind together, skin on skin, nipples brushing nipples, slick heat against muscle. Morning light creeps across the bed, yet their mouths find each other again. The thought of stopping hasn’t crossed their minds.