Sapphic joy

My girlfriend and I spend our lazy afternoons tangled up in bed, the only sounds bouncing off the walls are our own moans and muffled gasps. Between soft giggles, fingers trace wet heat and tongues do the heavy lifting, her thighs tightening round my face like she never wants me to come up for air. Every slick thrust earns another shaky sigh from her lips, heat coiling fast and our breath tasting of each other until the afternoon light turns to dusk and our laughter finally breaks through the haze.