A naughty bedtime story

Kala Ferard curls into the bed with Serenity, whispering a story meant only for grown ears. Her hand slips under the sheet and finds the soft heat between Serenity’s thighs. The redhead parts her legs, eyes locked on the blonde as two fingers ease inside, slow and patient. Kala smiles at the quick breath she earns, then lowers her mouth, tongue tracing wet circles over the swollen clit she’s been circling with her thumb. Serenity answers with a soft moan, hips rising to meet each slow lap. Fingers slide deeper, curl, and press that spot that makes the redhead’s back arch. Between licks, Kala presses soft kisses to the slick folds, tasting, teasing, never rushing. Serenity’s hand finds the back of her head, holding her close while the story unfolds in wet sounds and quiet gasps. The fingers move faster now, the tongue flicking harder, until pleasure tightens low in Serenity’s belly and spills over in a long, trembling sigh. Kala keeps her mouth there, easing her down with gentle strokes until the redhead lies still again, lips parted, satisfied.