Homework trouble

Ally holds the candle closer, the flame casting its warm flicker across her bare skin as I trace the curve of her hip with my fingertips. Her breath catches—soft, sharp—when my hand finds the heat between her thighs. She spreads them wider for me, silk sheets bunching beneath her. My mouth finds her neck, then lower, tasting the salt on her collarbone, the sweetness of her nipple hardening under my tongue. She sighs, arches, pushes into the attention like she's starved for it. I slip two fingers inside her, slow, deliberate, feeling the way her body tightens and opens. The sheets smell of her. I move deeper, thumb brushing the swollen peak of her clit until her voice breaks on my name. She drags me to her, legs wrapped around my waist, seeking that delicious edge. We fuck in that rhythmic, patient way that stretches time, sweat-slicked skin and soft laughter between the gasps. After, she rests her head on my shoulder, fingers drawing circles on my back. I don't tell her about the essay yet. She hums, satisfied, close enough to feel like belonging.