Spooned By Stepmommy

Lilibet still can't shut her eyes. The empty space where her real dad used to lie keeps her wide awake long after midnight. She pads down the hall and finds Elise reading in the master bedroom. "Can I sleep here?" Lilibet asks. Elise nods and folds back the covers without a word. They curl into each other, skin against soft cotton. Elise strokes the back of her neck, cooing low praises and sweet nonsense, her fingertips light. Little circles, now firmer, down the long stretch of spine. Lilibet sighs but stays restless. Elise shifts, tucking Lilibet flush against her chest. She spoons the girl from behind, arm around the waist, her warm breath at the nape. When her hand drifts higher it brushes the soft swell of small breasts; when it slides lower it cups the soft mound barely covered by thin sleep shorts. Both women feel the air thicken. Pulses race. Something hardens. Something else dampens. Elise freezes for a heartbeat, then presses forward, the length of her body flush to Lilibet’s ass. Lilibet answers by arching back, hips rolling slow. No one speaks; the silence stretches taut as a wire. Elise’s fingers slip under cotton, find slick heat already swelling. A low groan slips past her lips. Lilibet reaches back, tangles fingers in Elise’s hair, and drags their mouths together. The kiss tastes like sweat and hunger. Tongue slides against tongue while Elise works two fingers in slow circles over the needy clit, pressing in time to the grind of their hips. Lilibet gasps, parts her thighs wider. Elise pushes inside with purpose, fingers working tight walls slick and clenching. Each thrust builds, pace rising, until the bed creaks and Lilibet bites down on the pillow to keep the cries inside her throat. Elise curls those fingers just right, thumb steady on the swollen bud, and watches Lilibet come apart. A sharp, trembling cry. A shudder that starts deep and rolls through every muscle. Then the aftershocks, softer, still gripping Elise’s hand. Lilibet goes limp, sweat cooling on flushed skin. Elise pulls her close again, arm secure around her waist, breathing matching the now even rhythm of the girl’s chest. Both slick. Both still thrumming. Their mingled scent hangs heavy over warm sheets, and sleep finally claims them.