Unexpected visitors

I thought I had the place to myself. Sunlight spilled across the hardwood, and I stretched, still half-asleep, then froze. Wet sounds. Low, hungry sounds. They drifted up from the living room like an invitation I hadn’t asked for. I crept to the top of the stairs. Two pale bodies tangled on my sofa, naked, glistening. Anetta’s ass lifted and dipped while Eve’s tongue worked fast between her spread thighs—soft, filthy noises with every stroke. Eve’s own legs were hooked over Anetta’s shoulders; both mouths glistened. Neither noticed me. Their hips moved as if the only goal was to drown in each other. Heat flared low in my belly. I gripped the banister, nipples tightening against the thin cotton of my slip. My hand drifted down between my legs without thinking; two fingers slid over slick folds and came away wet. I was already dripping. They looked obscene and beautiful, sweat bright on their skin, mouths sealed and working. Anetta moaned—deep, throaty—and her thighs began to shake. Eve sucked harder, fingers buried inside her. I took the first quiet step down, heart hammering, every inch of me awake. I wasn’t going to watch for long.