One Last Time

Brandi stood in her kitchen doorway, ready to shut this chapter hard. "Adriana, we can't do this again." The words tasted thin. Adriana's mouth twisted into a half-smile that said no. She dropped her bag where Brandi could see it, stepped past her, already pulling her shirt off. Brandi's hands moved anyway. She shoved Adriana against the fridge, fingers hooking under her bra, yanking it down. Tits out. Tongue on nipple. Teeth. Adriana gasped, yanked Brandi's hair harder. They kissed like they wanted bruises. Adriana's hand dove under Brandi's robe, straight to the wet heat between her legs, two fingers driving in without mercy. Brandi rocked down on them, riding knuckles and bone. They made it to the sofa on tangled limbs, clothes half-on. Adriana slid off, mouth open, tongue dragging through Brandi's slit until Brandi twitched and cursed. Brandi turned her, flipped the younger woman onto her stomach and buried her face from behind, lapping, sucking, finger deep. Adriana's breath hitched into broken noises. When she came she flooded Brandi's tongue in a warm rush. But they weren't done. Adriana rolled onto her back, pulled Brandi up onto her face. Brandi ground down, hips rolling while Adriana's mouth worked fast, fingers back inside her, curling hard. The sound was obscene, wet and relentless. Brandi's thighs shook until she broke too, squirting across Adriana's chest in thick pulses. They collapsed sticky and breathing ragged, sweat cooling under cheap air. No words left. Just the slow thud of hearts and the sour-sweet smell of fuck between them.