Sharing The Toys

They began the evening in silence, sprawled on the linen sheets with books open across their thighs. Nika felt the shift first. Their eyes lifted from the page and fixed on the curve where Anastajia's tank top rode up above her hip. A single fingertip traced the skin just beneath the hem, and that was all it took. Anastajia set her book aside without a word. Her breath hitched as Nika's hand slid higher, cupping the swell of her breast through cotton. Nipples tightened beneath the fabric. She arched into the palm, already restless. Nika withdrew only long enough to yank her own shirt over her head, the motion quick and decisive. By the time Nika reached into the drawer and pulled out the thick glass toy, the air between them had gone heavy. The toy caught the low light, smooth and faintly ridged. Anastajia parted her thighs at the sight, knees falling open without hesitation. Nika slicked the length between her folds first, dragging the cool head through wet heat until Anastajia groaned. One slow push and the toy sank deep, stretching her, the ridges catching on every slick inch. Nika fucked her with steady, even strokes, wrist twisting just enough to grind the flared base against her clit on every thrust. Anastajia's hips rose to meet each drive, hands fisting the sheets. Sweat gathered in the hollow of her throat. When Nika leaned down and dragged teeth across a nipple, Anastajia came with a broken cry, thighs clamping tight around Nika's forearm. They did not stop. Nika eased the toy free only to flip Anastajia onto her stomach, pressing the glass back inside at a new angle, deeper now, hitting the place that made her shake. Her second orgasm rolled through her quicker, tighter, leaving her trembling and slick down to her knees.