Women Seeking Women #17

Lena slammed the door behind her, and the sound snapped the silence between them. "Sorry I'm late," she said, already kicking off her heels. Maya didn’t answer, just stepped forward and pressed her against the wall, mouth open and demanding. Fingers found bare skin fast. Maya’s hands traveled up under Lena’s dress like she was taking inventory—thighs, ass, the strap of a thong she meant to get rid of. Lena gasped when Maya’s tongue traced the line where neck met collarbone, then bit. "You always dress like you want trouble," Maya muttered, sliding two fingers under damp lace. She pushed them in without waiting for an invitation. Lena’s knees buckled, but Maya held her up, grinding her palm against the heat. Lena yanked Maya’s shirt over her head, tore at the clasp of her bra, and got a mouthful of nipple, sucking hard until Maya hissed her approval. They moved like something might rip if they slowed down—clothes dropping, skin on skin, wet heat meeting wet heat as Maya dropped to her knees and shoved Lena’s thighs apart. Her tongue moved ruthless and flat, dragging through slick folds until Lena’s hips started bucking and her breath came in short, ugly stutters. Maya didn’t let up; she licked harder, two fingers plunging and curling, coaxing the sound out of her until Lena came hard against her mouth, thighs shaking around Maya’s face. Lena dragged her down to the floor after that, eager now, greedy. She spread Maya open and buried two fingers deep while her tongue circled and flicked the swollen nub above. Maya’s back arched, and she swore, grinding down until the tension broke and her body clenched in sharp, erratic pulses. Sweat-slick, they lay tangled on the living room rug while their breathing slowed, legs intertwined, heat still humming through every nerve ending.