Love bites

She slid two fingers through the cool white yogurt, tracing slow circles across the curve of her breast until the skin shone. Her nipple tightened under the chill, a pale pink point begging for attention. She lifted the finger to her lips, tasted it, and smiled. Protein for the skin? Maybe. Protein straight from between her legs? Definitely. She sank back against the pillows, knees falling open. One hand stayed busy at her breast, pinching and rolling, while the other slipped lower. She was already wet—slicker than any dairy. Two fingers parted her folds, found the swollen bead of her clit and pressed. Her hips rolled up to meet the touch. She worked herself in tight little circles, breathing faster, until her thighs began to tremble. The redhead’s free hand cupped the other breast, squeezing harder now, pushing the soft flesh together until it spilled between her fingers. She pinched her nipple again, harder, loving the sharp edge of pain that shot straight to her cunt. Her breaths turned ragged. She slid two fingers inside, pumping deep, thumb still flicking her clit with every thrust. Her moans grew louder, raw, until the tension snapped and she came hard, thighs clenching around her wrist, juices coating her knuckles. She stayed like that a moment, trembling, the yogurt still glistening on her skin like the proof of what she really craved.