Crush on her

Natalia stands at the counter, crusher still gripped tight, when Tanita blurts it out. The words land warm and heavy. Tanita’s eyes fix on Natalia’s mouth, then drop. She wants more than friendship and she’s done pretending otherwise. Natalia sets the crusher aside without looking, steps in, and takes Tanita’s chin between her fingers. Their kiss hits fast and open-mouthed, the first taste of each other raw. Natalia’s free hand slides under Tanita’s shirt, finds warm skin, then the soft swell of her breast. Tanita moans into the kiss and pushes back, fingers already tugging Natalia’s waistband loose. Clothes come off in pieces, hit the floor. Natalia turns her toward the counter, palms Tanita’s hips, and presses her forward until she’s bent and braced. She spreads her open, fingers slick as she eases two inside, curling deep while her thumb circles the tight knot of her clit. Tanita gasps, hips rolling back, cunt clutching. Natalia keeps the rhythm steady, knuckles gliding in and out, free hand gripping the small of Tanita’s back. When Tanita starts to shake, Natalia leans over her, bites the curve of her neck, and fucks her harder. The counter creaks. Tanita cries out once, sharp and broken, as she comes around Natalia’s hand, thighs trembling, slick dripping down her legs. Natalia doesn’t pull away. She works her through every pulse, lips brushing the shell of her ear, whispering exactly what she plans to do next.