Warmed By Love

Kenna and Ella drag their asses through the front door, shoes squishing, dresses glued to their skin. "Fucking rain," Kenna spits, kicking off her heels. Ella yanks her zipper down and curses. They shiver upstairs, teeth clacking. The wet fabric sticks. Kenna peels it off Ella slowly, towel ready. Ella returns the favor. Hands linger. Shoulders relax. "We’re not letting tonight die like this," Kenna mutters, grabbing oil. She works it into Ella’s calves, then her thighs, thumbs dragging deep. Ella’s breathing changes. She arches when Kenna’s fingers slide higher. Soon Ella flips her over, straddles her hips, and presses slick palms over Kenna’s breasts. Nipples stiffen under the circles. Oil glistens between their bodies. Heat replaces every shiver. Fingers dip lower, parting folds, teasing until both are panting against each other’s mouths. The bed creaks as they grind, slick and desperate, chasing the warmth they lost outside.