Ageless Love

Sally watches Dominica from across the room, and heat starts low, spreads fast. Her mouth gets wet. The blonde reaches out first. Dominica steps closer, eyes dark, pulse visible in her throat. Their mouths meet. Sally grabs the younger woman’s hip, pulls her in. Both breathe through their teeth now. Fingers fumble buttons, zippers, bras. Sally’s tongue finds the soft skin under Dominica’s ear. Dominica bites Sally’s lower lip, hard. Tops drop. Skirts slide. Sally licks one tight nipple, then the other. Dominica moans loud, drops to her knees. She presses her face between Sally’s thighs, tongue flat and hungry. Sally’s head falls back, blonde hair against her spine. She holds Dominica there, rides the wet pressure until her legs shake. They tumble onto the couch. Sally climbs on top, grinds down, clit against clit. The rhythm quickens. Sweat glistens. Dominica’s nails drag red lines across Sally’s ass. Neither slows. Both come, gasping, faces pressed close, breath mingling, mouths seeking more.