No Such Thing As Too Much

Bella Rolland and Lauren Phillips need a quiet spot to focus, but after thirty minutes in Lauren's bright white editing suite, she's bouncing in her chair. She swivels around, eyes sparkling with wicked intent. 'Girl, I’ve gotta know—how’d that date land?' Bella groans, burying her face in both hands. 'Total train-wreck,' she mumbles. 'He said I kiss with way too much tongue.' Lauren actually chokes on her almond-milk latte. 'Bullshit,' she fires back, wiping her chin. 'There is no such thing as too much tongue. Sloppy makes the best make-out.' Bella smirks like she thinks she’s being humored. 'Quit trying to make me feel better.' Lauren stands up slow, rolls her shoulders, and steps right into Bella’s space. One palm lands warm on her friend’s jaw. 'Who said anything about cheering you up?' Without another word she pushes Bella’s lips apart with her own and slides her tongue in—long, wet, shameless. She licks Bella’s palate, flicks the underside of her tongue, then sucks hard on the tip before diving back in like she’s starving. Bella’s surprised moan shoots straight down Lauren’s spine. Lauren answers by gripping the back of Bella’s neck and going deeper, trading thick strands of spit, nibbling Bella’s lower lip before raking her tongue across it again. The kiss is messy, open-mouthed, and gloriously vulgar—no coy closed-mouth pecks, just deep, breathless tongue-fucking that coats both their chins in a slick sheen. When Lauren finally pulls back, strings of saliva stretch between their swollen mouths. 'Still think he’s right?' she pants, thumb sliding across the wet shine on Bella’s bottom lip. Bella’s laugh comes out raspy, nipples tight under her tank top. She hooks her fingers in Lauren’s belt loops and drags her closer. 'Maybe I need more convincing.' Lauren grins, cocky and breathless, already leaning in again. 'Then shut up and open wide, Rolland.'