Moving In, Making Love

They just slammed the final box into their new place when Little Puck and Sophia Burns collapse onto the couch. Both are wrecked. Little Puck rolls her shoulder and winces—something pulled. Sophia smirks, “I got you,” and goes for the knot. Hands slide, press, linger. Then they roam. Clothes peel. Bodies grind. Sophia pushes Little Puck flat and goes down, tonguing her open, tongue driving deep. Little Puck bucks, grips hair, spits “harder.” They flip. Sophia’s on her back, legs spread, Little Puck’s mouth working her clit until she’s shaking. Fingers slide in next—wet, greedy, quick. They stay locked, hips rolling against each other until both hit that edge and tumble over, loud and shaking, sweat-slick and laughing on the fresh floorboards.