Chapter Eight – The Morning After
Sunlight spilled through the half-open blinds, slicing the room into strips of gold. Nayah stirred first, groggy but acutely aware of the warmth pressed against her side. When she opened her eyes, Rina was there—hair messy, lips slightly parted, still asleep.
For a moment, panic fluttered in Nayah's chest. The memories of last night flooded back: the kisses, the moans, Rina's mouth on her pussy, the way she had screamed her name. She swallowed hard, torn between shock and a deep, delicious satisfaction.
"Stop staring," Rina's voice rasped suddenly, eyes still closed.
Nayah jumped. "I—I wasn't."
One eye cracked open, a lazy grin spreading across Rina's face. "Liar." She shifted onto her back, stretching, her bare breasts lifting with the motion.
Nayah's gaze betrayed her, sliding over the curves she had touched and tasted only hours ago. Heat crept up her neck.
Rina noticed. "What's wrong? Regret already?"
The question stung. "No," Nayah said quickly, maybe too quickly. "I just… didn't expect this to happen."
Rina propped herself up on one elbow, studying her. For a moment, the teasing fell away, replaced with something softer. "Neither did I. But…" She leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair from Nayah's face. "…I don't want it to be the last time."
Nayah's breath caught. The honesty in Rina's voice, the vulnerability hidden beneath the smirk—it made her chest tighten. She wanted to reply, to admit she felt the same, but words failed.
Instead, she kissed her.
It started soft, tentative, like she was still unsure. But as Rina deepened it, sliding her tongue against hers, hesitation burned away, replaced with a sharp, aching need. Nayah rolled onto her side, pressing closer, breasts pressing together.
"God, you're addictive," Rina whispered against her lips, already slipping a hand down her waist, fingers brushing her hip.
Nayah shivered, her pussy clenching at the thought of more. "Rina… we shouldn't—"
Rina cut her off with another kiss, harder this time. "We already did. And I'm not done with you."
Her hand slid lower, fingers brushing between Nayah's thighs. She gasped, already wet again, her body betraying her resolve.
"See?" Rina teased. "Your pussy disagrees."
Before Nayah could respond, Rina pushed her onto her back and climbed between her legs. But instead of going down on her, she shifted, swinging one thigh over until they were face to face, bodies aligned.
Nayah's eyes widened. "You want to—"
"Scissor?" Rina smirked. "Hell yes."
The position was messy, clumsy at first as they adjusted, their pussies pressing together, slick lips sliding against one another. But the moment they found the angle, heat shot through Nayah so fast she gasped, clutching at Rina's thighs.
"Fuck!"
Their clits rubbed directly, the wet sound obscene as they rocked against each other. Breasts bounced, bodies shuddered, sweat slicking their skin despite the morning chill. Rina threw her head back, moaning loud and raw, grinding harder, faster.
"God, you feel so good against me," she panted.
Nayah couldn't form words. Her whole body was trembling, pussy throbbing as their clits collided again and again. The friction was overwhelming, the intimacy almost unbearable—faces so close, breasts pressed, pussies sliding together until she thought she'd lose her mind.
"Rina… I'm—oh fuck—" Nayah cried, her orgasm slamming into her, pussy spasming as she ground harder, chasing every wave of pleasure.
Rina wasn't far behind. Her moans grew louder, rougher, until she came too, collapsing forward, her body shaking as she pressed one last desperate grind against Nayah's soaked pussy.
They clung to each other, trembling, gasping for air. The room reeked of sex, sunlight warm on their sweat-slick skin.
When their breathing finally steadied, Nayah buried her face in Rina's neck, whispering, "This is crazy."
Rina chuckled weakly, kissing the top of her head. "Yeah. Crazy good."
And despite the fear, despite the uncertainty of what came next, Nayah couldn't deny it: she wanted more.