Harper kisses Elena

Harper’s breath catches in her throat. “Okay,” she stammers. The word surprises her. She had been friends with Elena for almost five years and they had never even talked about something like this. She feels much too naked, but neither does she want to put her clothes back on, so she covers her chest with her hands.

Elena’s eyes gleam with anticipation. She pens Harper in on the couch, looming over her, looking down on her. “Good,” she says, leaning down. She presses her lips to Harper’s. Instinct takes hold , Harper’s lips moving against Elena’s with increasing eagerness. Elena’s hands move from Harper’s face to her hair, gripping it hard. The intensity of the kiss escalates as Elena asserts herself. She pulls Harper closer, off of the couch, their bodies pressing together, rougher, harder. Harper gasps against Elena’s mouth, sensation and emotion overwhelming her. She grips Elena’s shoulders, her own hands wandering to explore the curves of Elena’s body. The roughness of Elena’s touch only fuels Harper’s excitement. When Elena pulls away slightly, her breath heavy, Harper whimpers.

“Don’t stop,” Elena encourages her in a husky voice. “Keep going.”

Harper nods, her heart pounding. She leans in again, capturing Elena’s lips with a renewed fervor. But there’s no question who’s in command. Elena’s hand grabs Harper by the jaw to **** her to stay just where she wants her. She pulls back just an inch, just far enough to tease. Harper’s lips grasp for hers. She leans forward, pathetic, trying to feel her again. Her need for the kiss grows with each moment. The room is filled with the sound of their breathing and the soft, passionate noises of their kisses. Elena’s dominance and Harper’s eager compliance create an electric atmosphere that leaves both of them breathless and exhilarated.

Elena finally pulls back. She puts a hand at the base of Harper’s neck to keep her from trying again. “You’re a natural,” she says.