Cunnilingus

Sue Storm's was one her back on the massage table now. Nairobi leaned over the table, and her mouth engulfed the older woman's right breast. Pulled up with slow, gently suction, until only the nipple remained in the masseuse's mouth, and held it for what seemed like far too long, letting the tip of her tongue swirl around Sue's nipple.

Then she let it drop, and the hungry mouth sank lower. A series of kisses that trailed down the Invisible Woman's sternum, her abdomen, a swirl of tongue around her navel, and then down further to the triangle of golden hair between those creamy thighs. Sue found herself holding her breath, stomach a-flutter, remembering all the times Reed had visited that territory.

Always hesitantly. Reluctantly. A man doing a chore rather than a task he relished.

She had tried shaving, once. Had hoped that it might entice him, but he had twisted his face and told her it that it made her look too young. So she had let it grow out, but then he had complained that it was too much, unkempt, unsanitary. Sue had kept her pubes trimmed, after that, not letting them get too far out of control, but keeping a healthy patch of golden curls just above her labia.

Nairobi buried her face in that yellow forest and breathed in Sue's scent. The younger woman's lips found Sue's slit and they met in an obscene kiss. The full heat of that face pressed against Sue's crotch made the heroine's heart beat faster, her breasts heaved a little as the excitement built. She told herself that this was no different than any other happy ending, but in her heart of hearts, she knew the truth.

The hot wet muscle squirmed inside of her lips. Just the tip. Scraping the inner labia. An explorer in a new land. Learning the local geography. Eager, yet patient. Thorough. Dedicated. When Nairobi's upper lip brushed Sue Storm's clitoris, the Invisible Woman made a sound so high-pitched and inhuman it would have made a dog sit up and bark. Long-dormant parts of her brain lit up, and her toes slowly curled as Nairobi gently sucked and played with the sensitive nub, not too hard, teasing and coaxing, letting the excitement build and build inside of her client until at last...

The Invisible Woman's communicator beeped. The Fantastic Four was calling its members together.