บททั้งหมดของ Sapphic Desires: A Steamy W/W Erotic Collection : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

The second morning felt different. Not heavier. Just more real. Elena was already in the kitchen when I woke, wearing one of my old shirts and nothing underneath. The hem brushed the tops of her thighs. She stood at the counter pouring coffee, hair still messy from sleep and from my hands the night before.I leaned in the doorway and watched her for a moment. The way she moved was unhurried. Like she belonged here. When she turned and saw me, her smile was slow and private."You look like someone who slept well," she said."I did. Someone kept me busy."She handed me a mug. Our fingers brushed. The simple contact sent a low current through me. We drank in silence for a while, standing close enough that our hips touched. Outside the rain had stopped. Sunlight cut across the floor in clean lines.Elena set her mug down and stepped into my space. Her hands slid under the back of my shirt, warm against my skin. She kissed the corner of my mouth, then lower, along my jaw."I have a class a

I lasted three days before I texted her.Three days of replaying every filthy thing she had said and done, of waking up already wet and needing to get myself off with her voice still in my head. On the fourth morning I opened the message thread and typed.You free tonight.The reply came twenty minutes later.Come over after eight. Door will be unlocked. Don’t bother with underwear.I showed up at 8:07. The door was unlocked like she said. I stepped inside and locked it behind me. Mara was sitting on the edge of the mattress in nothing but an open black shirt, legs spread, one hand already between her thighs. She looked up when she heard the lock click and didn’t stop touching herself.“Took you long enough,” she said. “I was starting to think you’d chicken out.”I dropped my bag by the door and walked over. “I don’t chicken out. I just like making you wait.”She huffed a soft laugh and kept rubbing slow circles over her clit. “Get over here and put your mouth where it belongs.”I kne

The night air clung to my skin like a second layer of heat as I leaned against the kitchen counter, phone pressed to my ear. I’d been waiting for her call all day, the ache between my thighs a constant throb since the last time we’d fucked. When her voice finally slid through the speaker, low and rough, I felt my nipples tighten against my thin tank top.“Took you long enough,” I murmured, already slipping a hand under the hem of my shorts. “I’ve been dripping for hours thinking about your mouth.”She laughed, that dark, knowing sound that always made my cunt clench. “Nasty girl. Tell me exactly what you’ve been thinking. Don’t hold back.”I pushed my shorts down and stepped out of them, spreading my legs a little wider against the cool tile. My fingers found my clit already slick and swollen. “I’ve been thinking about you on your knees in front of me. My hand in your hair, forcing your face into my cunt until you can’t breathe. I want you choking on it, tongue shoved as deep as it ca

I slid onto the stool next to Claire at the nearly empty hotel bar. Soft jazz drifted from the speakers hidden in the dark wood paneling. My black dress clung to my curves, the neckline low enough to show the upper swell of my breasts. Claire wore a silk blouse unbuttoned just far enough to tease, her skirt riding high on her thighs as she crossed her legs.I ordered two whiskeys without asking. When they arrived I turned, eyes locked on her mouth.“I’ve been thinking about your cunt all day,” I said, voice low and rough. “How wet it gets when I talk to you like this. How it clenches when I tell you I’m going to stretch it open with my fingers and then fuck it with my tongue until you can’t form words.”Claire’s breath caught. She took a slow sip, then set the glass down.“You’re filthy,” she murmured. “I like it. Keep going.”I leaned closer, lips almost brushing her ear. “I want you on your knees first. Mouth open. Tongue out. I want to feel you suck on my clit while I hold your hai

I was already wet before she even touched me. The way she looked at me across the room, that slow smile, those eyes promising nothing but trouble. She knew exactly what she was doing. She always did.“Come here,” she said, voice low and rough. “I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want me to do to that pretty cunt of yours.”I swallowed, heat flooding my face and spreading lower. “I want your mouth on me. I want you to suck my clit until I can’t think straight. I want your fingers buried inside me while you tell me how filthy I am for needing it so bad.”She laughed, soft and mean. “Filthy little slut. Look at you, already shaking. Spread your legs. Let me see how wet you are from just talking.”I did. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I opened my thighs wide, skirt hiked up, no panties. My pussy was slick, lips shiny under the low light. She knelt between my knees like she was about to pray, but the look on her face was pure hunger.“Smell that,” she murmured, leaning in close e