A different love

Jessie knelt between Annie’s spread legs and let the silence do the work. She kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other, tasting warm skin that tightened under her tongue. Annie’s breath caught, hips tilting. Jessie answered with a slow lick, parting Annie’s already wet folds and sealing her mouth over the tender center. She didn’t rush. Her strokes were gentle and exact, sliding up to circle the stiffening clit, then easing down again, feeding on every small twitch Annie gave her. Annie’s fingers sank into Jessie’s hair, holding her close. Each soft suck drew a trembling sigh. When Annie started to come, the sound rose quiet and sweet, her thighs clasping Jessie’s shoulders, her body shaking through the slow, rolling pleasure.