Sharing a Dream

Nastie moves first. She presses in close, lips brushing the curve of Dominica's mouth until the blonde sighs and opens for her. Dominica's fingers hook the edge of her skirt, dragging it higher, and Nastie follows every inch with her palms. They sink onto silk sheets without hurry. Clothes fall away in soft sounds. Nastie's mouth finds Dominica's breasts, tongue circling stiff nipples until the blonde arches and moans. Dominica answers by sliding her hand between Nastie's thighs, parting slick folds with confident strokes. Their legs tangle. Nastie pushes deeper, tasting the salt on Dominica's skin, and the blonde returns the favor with slow circles of her thumb. Every touch feeds the next until heat coils low and tight. They move together, mouths locked, hips rolling in a rhythm neither wants to break. The room fills with wet sounds and quiet gasps. When they come, it hits hard, bodies locked and shaking, and even after the trembling fades they stay pressed close, trading small kisses.