Seduced

Gwen opened her mouth to say no but Linda yanked her forward by the wrist. The taller woman’s tongue was already in Gwen’s mouth before she finished the word. Their lips pressed, wet and urgent. Linda tasted like cinnamon and bad decisions. The kiss deepened. Linda’s hand slid under Gwen’s shirt, finding skin, warm and shaking. She cupped Gwen’s breast through her bra and gave a quick squeeze. Gwen gasped into Linda’s mouth. Heat rushed between her legs. Linda pulled her own shirt off and pressed Gwen’s face to her chest. Gwen’s lips found a nipple, sucked it without thinking. Linda groaned, low and pleased. Her fingers worked open Gwen’s jeans, sliding inside, over cotton, then under cotton. Gwen was wet. Really wet. Linda’s fingers slipped through the slickness, found her clit, circled once, twice. Gwen bucked. The couch creaked. Linda pushed two fingers inside. Gwen clenched around them, hips rocking. Each thrust made little wet sounds. The room smelled like sex and the take-out they’d forgotten on the table. Gwen bit her lip, tried not to moan too loud. Linda laughed, breathless, and kissed the corner of her mouth. “That’s it, baby.” Gwen came quick and hard, thighs trembling. She kept her eyes shut, riding the aftershocks, breathing Linda’s name like it was a secret she’d just learned.