Such is luck

Aja and Alisa rolled dice until they ran out of clothes. Even scores ended the game early, their skin already bare. They slid together without a word. Mouths opened first. Tongues followed, slow and wet across collarbones, ribs, bellies. Each lick left a shining trail that cooled the longer it stayed. Fingers curved over hips, pressed in. Aja’s breath caught when Alisa’s tongue found the soft crease at the top of her thigh and stayed there. They moved without hurry, lips dragging over damp skin, swapping places, tasting everything they touched.