Sweet Similarities

Sila and Nesty lay tangled together, age and youth pressed close. The older woman's skin is sun-warmed and loose where it meets the other, firm and pink. Sila’s fingers move slowly between Nesty’s legs, then sink deeper as Nesty lifts her hips, panting, then laughing into the kiss. She rocks against the hand inside her, come-soaked fingers sliding in and out in a slow wet rhythm. Sila bites her neck, marking her, then soothes it with her tongue, tasting sweat. They roll, bodies sticky and flushed, thighs locked. Nesty’s mouth finds a nipple, sucks hard, and Sila’s fingers dig into the sheet. All talk has dropped away; only the slap of skin and their broken breathing fills the room.