Don't Be Afraid

Mona Wales watched the door click shut and felt the hunger clawing at her. Another session with Sarah. Another hour trying not to stare at those dark curves packed into that tight top, another hour pretending the heat in Sarah’s eyes was just gratitude for help with the phobias. Sarah turned, heels striking the floor. “You fixed it,” she said. “They’re gone.” Mona stepped closer, smelling heat and lotion. “Prove you’re not scared of anything now.” Their mouths crashed together like it had been planned for weeks. Hard, wet, Sarah’s teeth grazing Mona’s bottom lip. Mona’s hand slid up under that tiny skirt, fingers finding nothing underneath, just smooth, dripping skin. She pushed Sarah onto the couch and sank between her spread thighs, tongue finding that swollen clit on the first lick. Sarah’s knees snapped together around Mona’s head, but the wet smack of Mona’s mouth didn’t stop. One more long suck and Sarah shook apart, cursing and leaking down Mona’s chin. Sarah dragged her up, stripped her open blouse away and sucked Mona’s tight nipples while two eager fingers pushed deep inside her. Mona gasped, rode them harder, then pulled Sarah down so they could taste each other at the same time. Hot mouths worked in rhythm, tongue and spit and soft obscene noises filling the room. Mona shoved two fingers knuckle-deep into Sarah’s slick cunt; Sarah did the same, both women arching off the cushions. They came together—first a startled shout, then longer, wetter tremors—slick fingers never stopping until both of them lay spent, panting, legs tangled on the leather. Mona wiped her mouth on Sarah’s thigh, half-laughing. “New record,” she said. “Felt like more than therapy this time.”