Face to face, they can see each others every expression, feel every stuttered breath. Hands in hair, on breasts, nothing rushed. Lips brushing cheeks as hands fall between thighs. Gasps shared in the space they call their own.
Sheets tangle under their legs. Ankles lock as the touching becomes more sensitive. "I love you," and "Is this ok?" whispered from swollen lips.
Scarred lips respond with pale red marks that would fade in less than an hour. Caitlyn releases Vis breast to instead hold her close by the nape. Vi takes the hand off Caitlyns clit only to rest it on her hip.
"Are you close?" Vi asks, voice low.
"Yes love, are you?" Caitlyn kisses the top of her head.
Vi cums first, before she can even give a nod. Fluid spills down Caitlyns wrist.
Caitlyn retrieves her now wet hand, the hand between her own thighs locked in her opening. Mere moments are all it takes for her own cum to spill.
Both hands free, bodies are hugged to one another. Lips slide on lips and cheeks, noses bumping, soft smiles shared for only them.
