Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sapphic Desires: A Steamy W/W Erotic Collection : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

I woke to the soft weight of Maya’s thigh draped over mine and the slow, deliberate stroke of her fingertips along the curve of my hip. Morning light filtered through the half-closed curtains, painting everything in warm gold. My body still ached in the best way—tender between my legs, nipples sensitive against the sheet, skin marked faintly where her hands had gripped and held.She was already awake. I could feel the steady rise and fall of her breathing against my back, the way her soft belly pressed into the small of my spine. One of her heavy breasts rested against my shoulder blade. When she spoke, her voice was low and husky with sleep.“Morning, soft girl.”I smiled into the pillow. “Morning.”Her hand slid lower, cupping the full underside of my breast, thumb brushing lazily over the nipple until it tightened. “You were talking in your sleep. Little whimpers. Sounded like you were still thinking about last night.”Heat bloomed across my cheeks. “Maybe.”Maya’s laugh was quiet

The shower was already running hot when Mira pulled me into the bathroom by the wrist. Steam curled around us, softening the edges of everything. She stripped the last of the sleep-warm sheets from my body and guided me under the spray first, her soft hands sliding over my shoulders, down my back, over the curve of my ass.“Stay still,” she murmured against my ear. “I want to wash every inch of you.”I braced my hands on the cool tile and let her. The soap was something citrus and clean. She worked it into a thick lather between her palms and started at my neck, slow circles, then lower across my collarbones, over the full weight of my breasts. Her soapy fingers lingered there, lifting, squeezing, thumbs brushing my nipples until they tightened under the slick attention.“Soft,” she whispered. “So fucking soft. I love how heavy these feel in my hands when they’re wet.” She pinched one nipple gently, then harder, and I arched into the touch with a quiet moan. “Look at you. Already gett

The house settled back into its ordinary rhythm after Dad returned, but nothing felt ordinary anymore. Claire and I moved through the shared spaces with careful distance during the day. We passed each other in the kitchen with polite nods. We spoke about groceries and work schedules and the leaky faucet in the downstairs bathroom. At night, after his bedroom door clicked shut, the careful distance dissolved.The first night he was home I waited until the house went quiet. Then I slipped down the hall and found her door already cracked open. She was sitting up in bed with a book open on her lap, reading glasses perched on her nose. When she saw me she closed the book and set the glasses aside.“I was hoping you’d come,” she said, voice low.I shut the door behind me and crossed the room. “I couldn’t stay away.”She pulled the covers back. “Come here.”I climbed in. The mattress dipped under my weight. Her hands found me immediately, sliding under the soft cotton of my sleep shirt, palm

I did. We ordered room service sometime after midnight, feeding each other bites of fruit and cheese between more kisses. Then she took me into the shower. The water was hot and the steam thick. She soaped my body with slow hands, paying special attention to my breasts and the soft curve of my belly. I returned the favor, sliding my soapy palms over her hips and between her legs until she was breathing hard again. We rinsed off and dried each other with thick towels, then returned to the bed still damp.This time she wanted me on my back with my knees bent and open. She settled between them and used her mouth and fingers in combination, bringing me to the edge three times before finally letting me fall over. Each climax was stronger than the last, until I was trembling and oversensitive, begging softly for a pause. She kissed my inner thighs and then moved up to hold me while I recovered.When I could move again I pushed her onto her back and returned the intensity. I used my tongue a

I kissed the side of her neck. She tilted her head to give me more room. Her pulse beat under my lips. I felt her hands work the buttons of my shirt one by one, patient, until the fabric hung open and cool air touched my skin. She pushed the shirt off my shoulders and I let it fall. Her eyes moved over me, dark and focused.“You are so pretty,” she said, almost under her breath.I did not answer. I just guided her hands to the clasp of my bra and waited. She unhooked it carefully and slid the straps down my arms. When her palms covered my breasts for the first time a soft sound escaped me. She cupped them gently, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they hardened. Then she leaned down and took one into her mouth.The wet heat of her tongue made my back arch. I buried my fingers in her hair, holding her there while she sucked and licked, switching from one side to the other. Every pull of her mouth sent sparks straight between my legs. I was already wet, the fabric of my underwear cli