Their Burning Desire

Power's gone. Just candles, flickering everywhere, the house dead quiet. Casey and Sophia are restless. Casey's mind jumps to old nights with girls, hot wax rolling over skin, and she can't help it—she's staring at the flames, almost asking out loud. Sophia catches the look, meets it. Yeah, she's game. They strip down in the dark, skin bare and hungry for something sharp and new. Casey goes first, tilts the candle, watches a fat pearl of wax splash across Sophia's breast. Sophia gasps, hips jerk, but she's reaching for another candle, tipping it over Casey's ribs. Heat bites. They drip and tease, running lines of wax down thighs, bellies, the tender skin under their tits. Their breath gets thick. Tongues follow wax trails. Fingers fuck slow and slick while wax cools, hardens, flakes away. Every flicker is an excuse to get rougher, dirtier. The house is black, but their bodies burn, candlelit and soaked, until the power's back is the last thing on their minds.