Homecoming

Xenia steps through the door after two long years away, sun still on her skin, hair loose and dark. I pull her in before the bag hits the floor. Her mouth tastes like travel and want, and we kiss until neither of us can stay standing. She moves with me to the bedroom, red hair brushing my shoulder when she leans in. Clothes come off without ceremony. I get her on her back and spread her thighs. My fingers slide through her slick heat, two at once, curling until she gasps my name. She is dripping already, warm and tight, her hips lifting to every thrust of my hand. I drop lower. The first slow lick makes her whole body shiver. I press my tongue flat against her clit, then suck, then circle. The room fills with wet sounds and her breath catching. I keep my fingers inside her, pumping in time with my mouth, her taste coating my lips and chin. She comes fast, loud, legs shaking around my ears, but I do not stop until she is shaking again, softer this time, her thighs slick, her voice hoarse from calling my name.