Hold me close

Nathalia has watched Cate longer than she admits. Tonight the backyard felt smaller than it should. Their words slowed, then stopped. Cate looked at her once, and that was all. Nathalia moved first, fingers already working her zipper. Cate followed, skin meeting warm air. Nathalia took her by the hips and pulled her close, hands full of Cate’s ass, thumbs digging in until the flesh gave. She lifted one thigh, and Cate wrapped it around her without asking. They kissed hard, tongues urgent, breath mixing. Nathalia’s hand slid between Cate’s legs and found her slick already, fingers sliding easily inside. Cate gasped against her mouth, hips tilting forward for more. They stayed standing, grinding against each other, Nathalia working two fingers deep and steady while Cate’s hands roamed, nails tracing down her spine. Sweat gathered at the small of Nathalia’s back. Cate’s thighs began to shake. A low moan broke from her, sharp and sudden, and Nathalia felt her clench around her fingers as she came. The night pressed in around them, leaves barely stirring. Neither of them reached for their clothes.