Pure Passion

The second the door clicked behind them, Jillian blurted out that she'd been thinking about Silvana's body for weeks. Silvana's mouth twisted into this knowing little grin and they crashed together. Hands everywhere—Silvana shoved Jillian's dress up, yanked her panties aside, and dropped to her knees right there in the hallway. Her tongue pushed straight in, slick and greedy, while Jillian's knees buckled against the wall. From that point it was nonstop. They stripped each other fast, left a trail of clothes to the bedroom, and tumbled onto the sheets still kissing hard. Silvana spread Jillian's thighs, pressed her face in deep and licked until Jillian was swearing and grabbing fistfuls of hair. Then Jillian flipped her over, sank two fingers inside, and worked them with that steady, relentless stroke that makes the bed frame knock. They switched and switched again—tongues on clits, fingers curling, thighs trembling—until both of them were soaked, flushed, and coming so loud it echoed off the walls. Every new touch dialed the heat up another notch until they finally collapsed in a sticky, sweaty tangle.