Stephs Turn

Steph's eyes sparkled with excitement as she lay back, her own legs parting invitingly. Alex kissed her way up Steph's body, her hands exploring every curve and plane. She took in the scent of her lover, a heady mix of sweat and desire that made her stomach flutter.

When their eyes met, Alex felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her. She knew what she wanted—what she needed. She positioned herself between Steph's thighs, her own aura flaring to life in a vibrant shade of green.

With a gentle touch, she parted the folds of Steph's sex, exposing her glistening center. The sight of her so open and **** sent a thrill through Alex's body. She leaned in, her breath hot against Steph's skin, and took a long, lingering lick from base to clit.

Steph's hips shot off the bed, a guttural sound escaping her mouth. Alex smiled, knowing she had hit the spot. She took her time, exploring and tasting, her tongue dancing in a delicate rhythm that made Steph squirm. Her own arousal grew with every gasp and moan, her aura pulsing with each stroke.

The room was filled with the sweet symphony of their lovemaking—the soft sighs and cries of pleasure, the rustle of the bed, and the occasional slap of skin against skin. It was a rhythm as old as time, a dance that bound them together in a moment of pure, unbridled passion.

Alex's tongue flicked over Steph's clit, feeling it swell beneath her, and she knew she had found the perfect tempo. She varied the pressure, sometimes gentle, sometimes firm, always keeping Steph on the edge. The green aura grew brighter, pulsing with every beat of their hearts, a visual representation of their connection.

Steph's fingers tangled in Alex's hair, guiding her, urging her faster. Her thighs tightened around Alex's head, her breaths coming in staccato bursts. "Yes," she murmured, her voice a **** plea for more.

Alex's eyes remained locked on Steph's face, reading every twitch, every shiver of pleasure. She felt the moment approaching, the tension coiling tight in Steph's body, and she redoubled her efforts. Her tongue swirled and flicked, her lips sucking gently.

Steph's back arched off the bed, her eyes squeezed shut as the orgasm hit her like a freight train. The green aura surrounding them both flared, casting an emerald glow across the room. Alex felt the power surge through her, her empathic gift feeding off the intensity of Steph's climax.

They lay there for a moment, panting and intertwined, their auras slowly dimming to a gentle pulse. The world outside didn't matter—only the two of them, wrapped in the aftermath of passion.

Alex pulled back to gaze at Steph, her eyes full of love and admiration. "You're so beautiful," she whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from Steph's face.

Steph's cheeks flushed pink, and she offered a shaky smile. "You're not so bad yourself."

They shared a soft laugh, the tension of the day momentarily forgotten in the warm cocoon of their love. Alex kissed her way up Steph's body, feeling the steady throb of her pulse beneath her lips. She felt the love and connection between them deepen, a bond forged not just by passion but by the shared experiences that had brought them to this moment.