Sharing The Bed: Part Four

Dani pulls Shyla into the bedroom and kisses her hard in the doorway. She promises another lesson, something new. Shyla follows because Sasha approved every move. Dani tells her to lead. Take charge. Say what she'd do if Sasha stood right there. Shyla starts slow, mouth exploring Dani’s skin. Dani pushes her harder. Tells her to stop hesitating. Shyla stops thinking. She bends Dani over the dresser, eats her from behind, then lifts her onto the vanity. Dani holds on. Shyla keeps going. The bed comes next. Shyla fucks her across the sheets, rolls her, pins her wrists, keeps naming every filthy thing she wants with Sasha. Dani never says no. Every position, every angle, every dirty word comes out raw. On the bed, Dani asks how it feels. Shyla says it feels right. No nerves, no games. Just wet and open. Dani gives her the last order: call her Sasha. Shyla stops hesitating. She climbs on, spins, and they lock into a sixty-nine until neither can breathe. Shyla finishes, sweating, trembling, already hungry again. Next morning Dani wakes with Shyla’s tongue between her legs. She gasps, grabs the sheets, lets it happen. The question stays in the room, burning. Can Shyla hold that hunger back when she sees Sasha again? Or will it own her completely?