Elena barely remembered moving. One second they were against the door, the next she was on her back on Mia's unmade bed, sweater gone, bra unhooked, skirt rucked up around her waist.
Mia stood at the foot of the bed and peeled off her own shirt. Tattoos everywhere—roses across her ribs, a dagger down her sternum, delicate script along her hipbone Elena wanted to trace with her tongue. Her breasts were small and perfect, nipples already hard. She shimmied out of her jeans and underwear in one motion, revealing a neat patch of dark hair and thighs that looked strong enough to crush watermelons.
Elena's mouth went dry.
Mia crawled up the bed like a predator. "You're so fucking pretty when you come," she said, voice wrecked. "I want to see it again. And again."
She kissed Elena's throat, sucked marks into her collarbones, took one nipple into her mouth and bit gently until Elena arched off the bed. The other hand slid between Elena's legs again, fingers sliding through slick folds, circling her swollen clit with maddening lightness.
Elena was already close again. Embarrassingly fast.
Mia noticed. Smirked against her breast. "Greedy girl."
She slid down, hooked Elena's thighs over her shoulders, and ate her out like it was her favorite meal. No mercy. Tongue fucking into her, then back to her clit, two fingers, then three, thumb pressing just above where Elena needed it most. Elena's hands fisted the sheets. She was babbling—please, Mia, fuck, don't stop, I'm gonna—
She came so hard her back bowed, a silent scream caught in her throat, thighs clamping around Mia's head.
Mia didn't stop. Just gentled her tongue, licking her through the aftershocks until Elena was twitching and oversensitive.
When Mia finally crawled back up, her face was shiny, lips swollen. Elena pulled her down and kissed her desperately, tasting herself everywhere.
"Your turn," Elena whispered.
She flipped them, straddling Mia's hips. Mia's hands gripped her ass, guiding her to grind down. They rocked together like that for long minutes—wet heat sliding against wet heat, nipples brushing, mouths open and gasping into each other's.
Elena reached down between them, found Mia's clit, rubbed tight circles. Mia's head fell back, throat exposed. "Fuck, Elena—harder—"
Elena slid two fingers inside her. Mia was scorching, dripping, clenching around her like she never wanted to let go. She fucked her slow and deep, thumb on her clit, watching Mia's face the whole time—eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, a broken moan every time Elena curled her fingers.
Mia came with a shuddering cry, hips bucking, inner walls pulsing so hard Elena felt it in her own bones.
They collapsed, tangled and sweaty.
But they weren't finished.
Mia rolled them so Elena was on top again. "I want to feel you come on my thigh."
Elena rode her like that—slick pussy sliding over Mia's firm muscle, clit dragging with every roll of her hips. Mia's hands on her breasts, pinching nipples, urging her faster. Elena's second orgasm hit like a wave, long and rolling, soaking Mia's skin.
They switched. Mia on top now, grinding down hard, fingers tangled in Elena's hair. When she came she bit Elena's shoulder, muffling her groan against skin.
Afterward they lay tangled, breathing hard, hearts hammering.
Mia traced lazy patterns on Elena's stomach. "Stay the night."
Elena turned her head, kissed the corner of Mia's mouth. "I'm not going anywhere."
But even as she said it, a small, terrified voice in the back of her head whispered: This is going to ruin me.
And she already knew she'd let it.