Sharing some love

I keep a soft spot for friends who wake up aching. Hope's one of them. She carries that slim frame like it was made to be touched, and her laugh fills the room before she even gets naked. Tonight she stripped down to sheer lace and climbed onto the bed, already slick between the thighs. I pulled the double-ended toy from the drawer and met her eyes. No words needed. She took one end, I took the other, and we closed the gap until our wet pussies kissed around the middle. Slow thrusts turned into greedy ones. Each push sent the shaft deeper into both of us, the wet sound of our cunts meeting filling the quiet. When the toy finally slipped free, Hope rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide. I lowered my mouth and dragged my tongue along her slit, tasting the heat I had helped build. She tasted clean and sweet, and every flick made her thighs twitch. She returned the favor minutes later, lying on her side so she could bury her face between my cheeks and lick until I shook. We moved from toy to tongue and back again, taking turns holding each other open, chasing the same high until the sheets were damp and our breaths were short. Nothing fancy, just skin on skin and the steady promise that this isn't the last time we'll share like this.