Girlfriends

Valentina bursts through the door, mouth still tasting of him. Elle waits on the bed—skin porcelain, hair a red flame. I fucked someone, Valentina says. Elle doesn’t flinch. Valentina peels her dress off, body still humming from Seth’s rough hands, and climbs onto Elle like heat seeking heat. She straddles her, thighs spread wide, wet cunt pressing down on the curve of Elle’s hip. Elle’s nipples bead fast under Valentina’s tongue. Then they flip—Valentina’s knees dig into the mattress, spine arching, as Elle slips two long fingers inside her, slow and merciless. The sex is hungry, tender, angry at itself for feeling this damn good after another man just had her. Valentina moans like surrender. Elle takes her, deeper. They come tangled, raw, wanting more of each other than words can touch.