Natasha is there in seconds. Kissing Sawyer is overwhelming, her cool damp skin and the rich scent of her shower gel taking over her senses. Natasha backs her into the bedroom, buries her head in Sawyer's neck until she feels dizzy, and then pulls back. Sawyer's eyes are shining, her cheeks are flushed. Natasha feels sweaty and even though she's wiped her hands with her complementary lemon sachet from the take-out, she suspects her fingers still smell of prawns.
Sawyer is soft and solid underneath her. She can picture what Sawyer's body looks like, but she can't wait to gorge herself on touching it. She feels the throb of her pussy, and helplessly ruts her hips against Sawyer's. She's so short in comparison, her toes just brushing Sawyer's calves. She has to fuck her.
Sawyer undoes her robe, and lets Natasha loose on her boobs. Her areolas are puffy, her nipples flat. The puffy skin looks fragile, the blue veins visible. Natasha gives them a gentle kiss. She knows that as soon as Sawyer's nipples harden her areola will become puckered and wrinkled.
Natasha cups Sawyer's breasts together and lets them go, like she's drinking water from a river. She enjoys the slight bounce as they fall back. She wedges her face underneath them. They're heavy and she can slap her own mouth with them, making a blunt noise.
"Christ," breathes Sawyer, "You're not going to be one of those weirdos that names them are you?"
Natasha laughs, and Sawyer picks her moment to smash Natasha's head in between her tits. Natasha spends an exhilarating few seconds enveloped in an airless but enchanting bubble. When Sawyer lets Natasha surface, laughing at her gasping for air, Natasha gives her a dark look. She lets her top lip go stiff and slowly, very slowly, smiles with all of her teeth. Natasha feels the hair on Sawyer's arms rise.
She lowers her head and starts trailing kisses down Sawyer's body, stopping to blow a raspberry on her stomach. Sawyer squirms and pinches her own nipple, "I'm – fuck, getting desperate already."
Natasha lingers on her belly for a while, pressing soft kisses to the swell of it. She takes her weight on her elbow to loosely saw her fingers back and forth between Sawyer's legs.
She can feel Sawyer's pubic hairs are getting damp. But Natasha makes no move to actually separate or move inside Sawyer's labia.
"Nat – Natasha please."
Sawyer's hips raise up but Natasha only rewards her by pushing her hips firmly into the bed. Natasha kisses her way down the crease where the curve of her belly meets the top of her pubic hair. Sawyer keens, bends her knees up instead.
Natasha uses her nose to firmly press into Sawyer's pubic bone, her blonde hair rough and tickly against Natasha's nostrils. When Natasha gets to the little 'w' where her two labia meet, Natasha pushes her tongue in, keeping it firm and tense. She feels the change in temperature and texture immediately. Sawyer's head shoots off the bed. She's miles away from Sawyer's clit but she wants to make sure Sawyer is paying attention.
Sawyer's hair is drying quickly in the warm apartment, and little baby hairs are plastered to the sides of her head. Her eyes look wide and somehow younger than before. Maybe she's only just now fully realized that Natasha is thirty-five and not always the whimsical yoga teacher that everyone confides in. Natasha knows how to make a woman cream immediately, or how to drag the pleasure out like buoys on a line.
Natasha puts her hands on Sawyer's thighs, her fingers making little indents. Sawyer whines, rocks her hips from side to side. Natasha keeps her face where it is, and her nose gets wet as Sawyer's pussy brushes over her face.
Natasha flattens her tongue, lets it get soft and relaxed in her mouth. She drags it up the whole length of Sawyer's vulva. She moans as she does it, she wants to do it again and again. She indulges herself with it, moving her head like a snake. Sawyer lets out a deeper, rumbling moan and then claps her hand across her mouth. Above her hand, her eyes are wide like a deer's.
Natasha gently prises her hand away.
"No, Sawyer. Come on. How can I know what feels good if I can't hear you?" She keeps her voice low and smooth. She's pretty sure her own pussy will be making a puddle underneath her.
Sawyer's vulva is pink and plump. Her mons is fleshier than Natasha's, and when Natasha rubs it with the flat of her palm she erupts into a groan.
Natasha spends time kissing her clit, applying very little pressure but just moving her lips lightly across them.
She sucks Sawyer's clit lightly, and every time she does Sawyer breathes a sigh that ends on a moan. Natasha moves to licking over and around her clit, keeping her tongue loose and soft.
When Sawyer is consistently rocking her hips and her hand comes up to tangle in her own hair, Natasha swipes her tongue down to her entrance. She smashes her nose against Sawyer's clit. Natasha stiffens her tongue, stabs it into Sawyer's pussy, as deep as she can. Sawyer gives a loud, formless shout that makes them both giggle.
Natasha sits back. Out of habit, she puts her legs into a wide-angled forward bend pose. She misses the taste of Sawyer but can smell her. She's pretty sure she's inhaled some of Sawyer's wetness and it's smeared and drying on her chin.
Natasha starts with one finger. Sawyer props herself up on one elbow and makes eye
