City Limits

They thought the booking would sort itself. Single bed, queen mattress, faint smell of linen and city rain coming off the glass. Ellie peels her shirt off first. Lena’s mouth finds the hard tips fast, teeth grazing while her tongue circles. Ellie arches, fingers hooked in Lena’s hair, then pushes her back and returns the favor, sucking one nipple, then the other, wet trails across smooth skin. Lena drops her hand between Ellie’s thighs, finds the tight little fold already slick. Two fingers press in, stroke deep; each thrust makes Ellie’s hips rock and her clit swell under Lena’s thumb. Lena drags her tongue low, past Ellie’s neatly trimmed line, flattens it over the slick bud and circles until Ellie’s breath breaks. Ellie pays it back quick—two fingers buried in Lena’s cunt, thumb stroking her clit in hard, short rubs, pushing until Lena grits her teeth and comes on her hand. Hotel sheets cling, breath fogs glass, and the city lights below keep flicking on like they don’t know what just happened two floors up.