Caught In the Act

Keira's fingers moved slowly over her clit while she stared at the page. The book opened wider across her knees as her breath got ragged. That sentence made her hips lift. Another made her thighs spread. The front door clicked open. Footsteps came closer. Then nothing. Just a low, measured voice from the hallway. "Put it down." Katarina stood in the doorway, coat still buttoned, eyes locked on the wetness between Keira's legs. "You think that tells you what this feels like?" She unbuttoned slow. Let the fabric fall. Stepped out of everything but the heels. "Move your hand." Keira hesitated. Katarina didn't. She crossed the room, took Keira by the ankle, dragged her ass to the edge of the cushions, and sank to her knees like the floor had asked her. Her tongue slid once, flat, through Keira's slit, and Keira's book hit the carpet. Katarina didn't stop. She spread Keira open with two fingers, sucked her clit until it throbbed against her tongue, then lifted just enough to speak. "Watch." She took one of Keira's nipples between her teeth, pulled it out, let it snap back, then did the same to the other, mouth wet, jaw set. "That book never touches you back." She climbed onto the couch, straddled Keira's face, and lowered herself until her pussy met Keira's open mouth. "Now suck." Keira moaned into her, tongue working in time with the fingers Katarina pushed inside her. Katarina rode slow at first, then harder, until the only sounds were wet and filthy and constant. She reached behind, found Keira's clit again, circled it without mercy. "Come with me in your mouth," she said. They broke at the same time, Katarina grinding down, Keira shaking underneath her, slick on her chin and dripping down her wrist. Katarina leaned forward, licked her own taste off Keira's lips, and said, low, "Next time you open a book, remember who actually fucked you."