Seduced

Linda pulls Gwen in. Her voice is low, her grip tight. Gwen almost says no, but the word dies before it leaves her mouth. Linda kisses her hard, tongue already searching, and Gwen feels the last bit of resistance melt. She is small against Linda’s body, her mouth open, her breath catching. Linda guides her onto the bed, one hand sliding up the back of her thigh. Gwen gasps when Linda’s fingers find skin, when Linda’s teeth graze her neck. She stops thinking. The room is quiet except for the wet sound of their mouths and the short, helpless noises Gwen makes when Linda pushes deeper. Gwen arches, legs parting on instinct. Linda follows, pressing her down, taking everything the smaller girl offers. Gwen comes once with Linda’s hand between her legs, then again when Linda uses her mouth. Every time Gwen thinks she should stop, her body answers for her, hips rolling, fingers knotted in Linda’s hair. She leaves without looking back. She already knows she will come back.