My Best Friend's Bed

Bailey Bae woke first. Always had. Long before that first kiss they shared at the autumn fair when they were twelve. Now they were grown, bodies soft but sharp at the edges, sharing one bed out of old habit. She watched the rise and fall of Ariana’s chest beneath thin cotton. Heat low in her belly. One hand moved without permission. Finger sliding slow, then quick. Breath tight. Risk electric. Then Ariana stirred. Eyes open, wide, catching Bailey’s wrist mid-motion. No time to hide. Bailey lunged, crushing a kiss onto her friend’s mouth. Hungry. Raw. All hesitation snapped like a bone. Ariana answered. A moan, a bite to Bailey’s lower lip. Then she had Ariana on her back, mouth traveling down, worshiping salt-warm skin, circling pink nipples with a greedy tongue. Ariana bucked, gasped, fingers clutching Bailey’s hair. Bailey laughed once, low, then parted her thighs and bent to the slick heart of her. Tongue working in deliberate lashes. Two fingers sliding in easy and curling, searching. Ariana came hard, bucking, cursing, voice breaking. She pulled Bailey up after, eyes wild, and pushed her down onto her face. Bailey ground against her mouth, hips twitching, one hand braced on the headboard. Release hit like a punch. They didn’t stop. Bailey swung around, lowered herself, 69 tangled, sweat and want thick in the air. Tongues thrusting in sync, bodies rocking until climax surged again, shaking through both of them at once. Shared. Violent. Perfect. And they knew, together, that this wouldn’t be the last time.