No Rest

Hope and Angie call it a night after the ice cream’s gone and the last ghost story’s been told. Lights out, they slip under the covers, but the dark only feeds the heat between them. Hope’s hand finds Angie’s thigh, smooth and bare. Angie answers with a slow kiss that turns hungry fast. Blonde hair spills across the pillow as the brunette leans in, mouth open, tongue deep. Clothes come off quick—Hope’s fingers tug Angie’s tank top up, Angie tugs Hope’s shorts down. Skin meets skin, hot and impatient. Angie’s mouth slides lower, lips closing around a tight nipple, sucking until Hope arches. Hope answers by slipping two fingers between Angie’s legs, stroking her open, wet and ready. They roll, legs tangle, mouths trade places, each of them tasting the other in one long, slow lick after another. No stories now, just the wet sounds of tongues and the sharp catch of breath. Hope climbs on top, grinds down, clit sliding against clit while Angie grips her ass and pulls her harder. The bed creaks, sheets twist, neither girl letting the other rest. Angie comes first, hips jerking, thighs locked around Hope’s head. Hope keeps licking through it, then rolls onto her back so Angie can return the favor—fingers inside, tongue working her clit until Hope’s back bows and she bites the pillow to stay quiet. They don’t stop. They switch again, scissor close, legs locked, grinding until both of them shake. Sweat on their skin, hair stuck to their cheeks, they keep moving until the tension snaps once more and leaves them trembling, spent, tangled together with no thought of sleep.