Friends Or Lovers?

Aislin kept Haily close—sweat-slick skin on skin, thighs pressed tight, fingers buried knuckle-deep between wet folds that pulsed and clutched at every thrust. Haily arched back against her, mouth open, breath hot and ragged as Aislin’s other hand squeezed a nipple, rolling and tugging until she whimpered. They’d been friends for years, sharing beds and secrets, but right now friendship meant Haily bucking hard on Aislin’s fingers, cunt clenching tight, slick running down to her wrist. Aislin leaned in and bit the soft curve of Haily’s throat, hard enough to mark, the sound of their breathing filling the dark like thunder right before lightning. Haily’s hips rocked faster, desperate for the next push, the next filthy word growled low against her ear. The line between friends and something darker had burned away hours ago; now there was nothing left but skin, heat, and the deep, steady rhythm that drove both of them straight over the edge.