Peek: Option B

You move quietly to the edge of the kitchen doorway and look in.

Natasha is sitting on the kitchen counter, short curvy body naked from the waist down, robe pushed open, brunette hair loose around her shoulders. Ruby is between her spread thighs, athletic frame bent forward, mouth working slowly and thoroughly between Natasha’s legs while two fingers slide in and out of her with steady, deep strokes.

The sounds you heard are the soft wet rhythm of Ruby’s tongue and the quiet, broken moans leaving Natasha’s throat. There is none of the cold distance she has given you for months. Her head is tipped back against the upper cabinets, eyes half closed, one hand resting in Ruby’s hair as if to keep her exactly where she is.

Ruby lifts her mouth just enough to speak, lips glistening, voice low and warm.

“You taste even better than I imagined. So soft and open for me. I have wanted to do this since the first time you smiled at me at that staff party.”

Natasha’s answer comes out soft and breathless.

“Don’t stop. Your fingers feel so good. Deeper. I’ve needed this.”

Ruby sinks her mouth back down, tongue circling Natasha’s clit while her fingers curl inside her. The wet sounds grow clearer. Natasha’s hips shift forward on the counter, seeking more. Ruby’s free hand strokes up the soft curve of Natasha’s thigh and over her stomach, gentle and possessive at the same time.

“That’s it,” Ruby murmurs against her. “Let me take care of you. You’re so wet for me. I could stay here all night tasting you.”

Natasha moans again, the sound open and unguarded.

“You make me feel so wanted. Keep going. I’m already close. Your mouth is perfect.”

Ruby does not rush. She keeps the same passionate, deliberate pace, licking and fingering Natasha with focused care, the two of them locked in the quiet kitchen while you remain unseen in the hallway shadows, watching every soft, intimate moment unfold.