More Than A Night Out

They lie tangled in the sheets. Sweat clings to Monica's hair. Sarah's eyes are half-lidded but burning. A chuckle breaks loose from her chest and Monica answers with one of her own. The room holds a golden glow that catches on bare skin and teeth. Their limbs move slow at first, testing. Then Sarah's hand slides down, grips the strap, and Monica's mouth falls open. No words now. Just breath. Just the sound of skin meeting skin. Sarah pushes deeper. Monica arches. Her fingers claw at the sheets. The strap-on finds its rhythm, hard and sure, and Sarah leans in, biting the corner of Monica's lip like she's starving for it. Their bodies lock. Sweat rolls down Monica's spine. Sarah drives harder, steady, relentless, until the bed creaks and Monica's voice cracks on a moan that doesn't end.