Lesbian First Date

Alexis and Kristy had just met, yet the evening is ending like they’ve known each other’s bodies for years. Bras lie scattered, panties twisted inside-out on the floor; bare skin slides against bare skin as they move without haste or hesitation. Kristy spreads Alexis on the sheets, mouth finding the dark nipples that rise to meet her. Her tongue laps slow circles, then sucks the firm buds in, one after the other, drawing low sounds from Alexis that she feels more than hears. Alexis answers by sliding two fingers straight into Kristy’s wet heat, curling them so the knuckles brush the spot that makes Kristy’s hips jump. Their legs tangle, feet flexing against the mattress, toes curling. Kristy rocks onto those fingers, grinding until she can take three, then leans forward to kiss Alexis deep, swapping breath and the faint taste of skin. Alexis draws her own fingers free, glistening, and slips them between Kristy’s lips; Kristy licks them clean without breaking eye contact. They roll so Alexis straddles, sinking down until her slick folds press open around Kristy’s waiting mouth. Kristy’s tongue parts her, flicking the swelling clit, then flattening for long, firm strokes that make Alexis grab the headboard and push down harder. The sound is wet, steady, uninterrupted. Kristy’s hands cup Alexis’s ass, pulling her closer; Alexis rides the rhythm, breath shortening, thighs trembling on either side of Kristy’s head. Every movement stays precise, unhurried, both of them working to draw it out as long as the night will let them.