Months had passed since that first night on the couch. October had come in cold and gray, rain drumming steady against the bedroom windows like it was trying to drown out the rest of the city. Inside, the air was thick—humid with their sweat, heavy with the sharp-sweet smell of s*x that never quite left the sheets anymore.
They’d started slow tonight. Riley straddling Anna’s face on the bed first—knees braced wide, hips rolling lazy circles while Anna’s tongue worked her c**t in long, patient licks. Anna’s fingers buried deep in herself at the same time—three of them pumping steady, thumb brushing her own c**t in time with Riley’s rhythm. Riley came first—quiet shudder, thighs tightening around Anna’s head, a soft flood coating Anna’s mouth and chin. Then they switched. Anna on top now, g
