Elena woke to the slow, deliberate drag of a warm tongue between her legs.
For one disoriented second she thought she was dreaming—then the pleasure hit like a drug. Mia was already between her thighs, hair messy from sleep, eyes half-lidded and hungry. She had Elena's knees pushed wide, mouth sealed over her pussy like she'd been waiting for her to stir.
"Fuck—" Elena's voice cracked, hips jerking.
Mia hummed against her clit, the vibration making Elena's toes curl. "Morning, baby," she murmured, then licked a long, filthy stripe from entrance to clit, collecting every drop of last night's mess and this morning's fresh slick. "You're already so wet. Dreaming about me?"
Elena could only whine, fingers threading into Mia's short hair, holding her there. Mia rewarded her by sucking her clit hard, two fingers sliding inside without warning, curling immediately into that perfect spot. The wet sounds were obscene—loud, messy, desperate. Elena's thighs trembled, already shaking.
Mia pulled back just enough to look up, lips shiny. "Gonna come on my tongue before you even open your eyes all the way?"
"Yes—God, yes—"
Mia dove back in, fucking her with her tongue and fingers at the same time, relentless. Elena came fast and hard, back arching off the mattress, a broken sob tearing out of her throat as her pussy clenched and fluttered around Mia's fingers, gushing fresh wetness that Mia drank like it was water.
She didn't stop.
She kept licking, gentler now, drawing out every aftershock until Elena was twitching and oversensitive, trying to close her legs.
"Too much—" Elena gasped.
Mia kissed the inside of her thigh, then bit it lightly. "Not enough." She crawled up Elena's body, leaving a trail of wet kisses, and kissed her deep—letting Elena taste herself on her tongue. "I want you to ride my face."
Elena's brain short-circuited.
Mia flipped them effortlessly, lying on her back, tugging Elena up until she was straddling her face. Elena hesitated, shy even now, but Mia gripped her hips and pulled her down hard.
"Sit. I want to drown in you."
Elena lowered herself, trembling. The moment her pussy met Mia's mouth again she moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Mia's tongue pushed inside her, fucking her in long strokes while her nose ground against Elena's clit. Elena's hands braced on the headboard, hips rolling helplessly, grinding down on Mia's face.
Mia's hands were everywhere—squeezing her ass, spreading her wider, one finger teasing her asshole just enough to make Elena jolt and whimper. The pressure built fast. Elena was riding Mia's tongue like she was born for it, tits bouncing, mouth open in a constant stream of broken moans.
When she came the second time she actually screamed Mia's name, thighs clamping around her head, flooding her mouth.
Mia finally let her collapse sideways, both of them panting, faces flushed and slick.
Elena reached for Mia immediately, sliding her hand between her legs. Mia was soaked—dripping down her thighs. Elena pushed two fingers inside her easily, curling them, thumb on her clit.
"Fuck me," Mia growled, spreading her legs wider. "Harder."
Elena gave her what she wanted—three fingers, pounding into her, curling ruthlessly against her g-spot while she sucked bruises into Mia's neck. Mia came with a guttural groan, hips bucking, inner walls milking Elena's fingers so hard it almost hurt.
They lay tangled for a minute, catching their breath, kissing lazily.
Then Elena's phone buzzed on the nightstand.
She ignored it.
It buzzed again. And again.
Mia kissed her jaw. "Check it. Might be important."
Elena reached over, still boneless, and opened the messages.
Claire: Hey… I know it's been a while. I've been thinking about you. A lot. Can we meet? Coffee? I miss you.
The second message had a photo attached—Claire in a tight black dress, the one Elena used to peel off her in the hallway. Smiling like nothing had ever broken them.
Elena's stomach dropped.
Mia noticed the change in her breathing. "Everything okay?"
Elena locked the screen. "Yeah. Just… spam."
She rolled back into Mia's arms, kissed her hard, trying to chase the sudden knot of anxiety away with heat. It almost worked. They ended up fucking again—slow this time, Elena on her back with Mia's strap-on buried deep inside her, every thrust dragging against her g-spot until she came sobbing Mia's name.
But the text sat in the back of her mind like a splinter.