Backstage from Ischia

Cayenne and Jane meet backstage on Ischia. The blonde and the redhead stand close, sunlight cutting across bare skin. Cayenne lifts Jane’s chin, thumb tracing her lower lip. Their mouths press together, slow and sure. Jane’s hand slides up Cayenne’s thigh, nails leaving faint pink lines. They peel lace from each other, breath catching. Cayenne’s tongue circles Jane’s nipple; Jane’s fingers slip between Cayenne’s legs, pressing deep. Wet sounds fill the small room. Jane drops to her knees, mouth open. Cayenne grips red hair, guiding her in. She rocks once, twice. A low moan escapes. They trade places, Cayenne now tasting Jane, tongue firm and steady. Jane’s hips lift, chasing every stroke. Sweat beads along their spines. When they face each other again, legs tangle, thighs slick. Fingers push and curl inside. Their mouths stay locked, swallowing every sound. Bodies tense, shudder, then ease. In the mirror, two flushed faces watch each other, still breathing hard.