Sex lessons

Nikita always folded her hands in her lap, never raising her voice above a whisper. When Angel asked if she wanted to see the vintage fur collection, the word yes slipped out before Nikita could swallow it back. Ten minutes later Angel had her flat on silk sheets, the wooden box open at their feet. Instead of mink, eight glass and silicone toys caught the lamplight. Angel smiled with the calm of someone who already knew what she was about. She hooked one finger under the cotton between Nikita’s thighs and dragged the damp strip aside. Cool air met wet heat. Angel traced slow circles over bare, pink folds until the fabric turned translucent, clinging. Nikita’s breath stuttered when Angel pressed the heel of her hand down, pushing the soaked cloth between parted lips. Heat spread, liquid pearls sliding past Angel’s knuckles onto the expensive linen. She tugged the ruined panties lower, bunched the crotch beneath Nikita’s ass and let it rest, cool and sticky. Angel dipped two fingers through the spill, lifted them to Nikita’s mouth and painted her own lower lip. Nikita tasted herself; Angel watched. When Nikita opened her legs a fraction wider, Angel chose a cobalt glass dildo from the box and warmed the tip against Nikita’s clit before sliding it down, letting the full length rest heavy between parted labia. The first push stretched her in a single, careful glide. No warning. No pause. Nikita shuddered; Angel held the toy still, letting her feel the thick bulb seated inside before beginning to move.