Bedroom fun

Emily lay flat on her back, legs tangled in the sheets, skin still damp from the shower. Her hair clung to her neck, her chest rising and falling fast. The bedroom lights were dim, the door locked, the baby monitor silent on the nightstand.

And Tasha was on top of her.

Naked.

Her thighs straddled Emily’s face, slick and flushed, her knees braced wide beside her shoulders, the scent of her arousal heavy and sweet in the air. Emily’s mouth opened without hesitation, tongue darting up to meet her, and Tasha moaned—deep, husky—arching above her.

“Fuck—yes, just like that,” she gasped, grinding gently into Emily’s mouth.

Her hands weren’t still either. They slid over Emily’s breasts, cupping the full weight of them, squeezing roughly, thumbs circling her nipples until they stiffened. The sensitivity was still sharp, the nerves close to the surface from nursing and the overstimulation of the day. Each touch sent a bolt of heat through Emily’s chest.

Tasha moaned above her, her thighs shaking slightly, but then—without a word—she slid down Emily’s body, one hand staying planted on her breast as her mouth moved lower. Her tongue traced a line from Emily’s sternum to her navel, slow and wet, then dipped between her legs.

Emily gasped—“Ah—Tasha—”—but Tasha didn’t stop.

She buried her face between Emily’s thighs, tongue diving into her pussy with eager, practiced hunger, licking up the last traces of slick that hadn't washed away. The taste made her groan—raw, thick, unmistakably fucked—and her fingers dug deeper into Emily’s breast as she licked slower, savoring.

Then she pulled back—face flushed, lips wet—and climbed back up, straddling Emily’s mouth again, her pussy glistening.

“God, you taste so good,” Tasha murmured, grinding down again. “No wonder you’ve been walking around like a mess.”

Emily’s moan was eager, muffled against Tasha’s folds, her tongue lapping up with renewed need.

Tasha rolled her hips slowly, breath catching as the stimulation built again, her hand gripping the headboard.

“Shit—keep doing that,” Tasha breathed. “Fuck, you don’t stop, do you? God, you’re so fucking wet—you love this.”

She leaned down, voice dropping to a husky whisper in Emily’s ear.

“Was he worth it?”

Her hand slid back down to Emily’s breast, pinching the nipple hard, drawing another helpless cry.

“Was he worth your marriage? Worth coming home wrecked and dripping and smelling like him? Worth being my little slut now—whenever I want you?”

She reached down, one hand tangling in Emily’s hair, holding her in place as she rode her harder, wetter, faster. The slick sounds of her cunt on Emily’s mouth filled the room, obscene and loud, her breath breaking into ragged gasps.

“Such a good girl,” she panted. “Lick me just like that—fuck, I’m gonna cum all over your face.”

Emily moaned again, louder now, her whole body arching, her hands sliding up to cup Tasha’s ass as she devoured her, tongue flicking, lips sucking, eyes fluttering shut beneath the weight of her.

Tasha threw her head back, thighs shaking, her whole body trembling above her.

Then she came—loud, hard, soaked.

“Ah—fuck, Emily—! Oh my God—yes, yes, fuck yes—!”

She ground herself down, hips jerking, legs nearly collapsing as her climax spilled hot and pulsing across Emily’s mouth. She kept riding it—kept gasping—kept moving, until her thighs couldn’t take it anymore.

She finally slumped forward, panting, still straddling Emily’s face, her hands braced on the bed, her breath ragged.

And Emily?

She licked her lips clean.

And waited to see what Tasha would do next.