Music to Her Ears

Betty lay on the bed scrolling through her iPhone when Judi walked in. The older woman shut the door and pulled her shirt over her head. Betty smiled. She knew that look, wanted it. Judi climbed onto the mattress and kissed her hard, tongue sliding deep. Her hands moved lower, peeling Betty’s shorts away. With Betty bare and open, Judi slipped between her thighs and licked slow, savoring the taste she had missed for months. Betty arched, fingers clenched in the sheets, breath catching as the skilled mouth worked her. Heat built fast. When the younger woman could stand no more, she tugged Judi upward, flipped her onto her back, and buried her face between Judi’s spread legs. Judi groaned, deep and greedy. The sound traveled straight through Betty. They traded taste and touch until both women trembled and finished with their mouths still pressed together, mouths slick, hearts pounding like drums.