Surprise Kiss

Priscilla lay stretched on the sofa when I walked back in, one strap slipped off her shoulder, the lace edge barely covering her nipple. The TV flickered blue across her thighs. I crouched by the cushion, lips brushing the warm skin behind her ear, and my hand slipped under her pajama shirt to cup her breast. She stirred. I pressed my mouth to hers before she could speak, tongue sliding slow against hers, tasting the trace of toothpaste she’d swiped on at bedtime. My thumb circled her tightening nipple while the other hand tugged the waistband of her shorts down her hips. The fabric whispered off her legs. Naked from the waist down, she arched her back, knees falling open. I knelt between them, breathing warm across her bare mound, then dragged my tongue up her cleft in one steady stroke. She moaned into my mouth, one hand gripping my hair. I pushed two fingers inside her, palm grinding her clit, and pumped slowly until she began to clench and shiver, thighs trembling against my shoulders.