Emma flopped onto the bed beside me, her tank top riding up just enough to show the curve of her hip. “Okay, truth or dare, but make it actually fun for once.”
I rolled my eyes, grinning. “You always say that and then chicken out. Fine. Dare.”
She bit her lip, eyes sparkling with that mischievous look I knew too well. “I dare you to tell me what you’d do if we kissed right now.”
“Seriously?” I laughed, but my pulse jumped. “We’re besties, Em. That’s not how this works.”
“Exactly why it’s a good dare,” she shot back, scooting closer so her bare thigh brushed mine. “Come on, Mia. We’ve been dancing around this for months. You stare at my tits when I change.
I notice.”
My face heated. “You’re such a shit-stirrer. Fine. I’d probably pull you in by the waist, kiss you slow at first, see if you taste as sweet as you smell.”
Emma’s breath caught, but she kept the playful tone. “And then?”
“Then I’d push you back on these pillows and tug that tank top off so I could finally get my mouth on those nipples you keep flashing me.”
She moaned softly on purpose, dramatic and teasing. “God, you’re filthy. My turn. Dare me.”
I swallowed, heat pooling low. “I dare you to take your shorts off and let me see how wet that little story made you.”
Emma didn’t hesitate. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and shimmied them down, kicking them aside. Her panties were already damp, the thin cotton clinging. “Your turn to lose the clothes, bestie.”
We stripped each other between giggles and dirty comments. “Look at you, all smooth and pretty,” she murmured, fingers trailing over my stomach. “I’ve wanted to do this since that beach trip.”
“Less talking, more touching,” I teased, but my voice shook. She kissed me then, soft at first, then deeper, tongues sliding. Her hand cupped my breast, thumb circling my nipple until I arched.
“Tell me what you want,” she whispered against my mouth.
“I want your fingers inside me while you suck on my clit. And I want you to describe exactly how I taste.”
Emma laughed, low and delighted. “Bossy. I like it.” She kissed down my body, pausing to lave each nipple until I whimpered. When she settled between my thighs, she looked up with sparkling eyes. “You’re dripping, Mia. Should I lick it all up?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
Her tongue was hot and eager, licking broad stripes before focusing on my clit. “Mmm, sweet and a little salty,” she narrated between sucks. “You’re throbbing for me. Two fingers?”
“Three,” I gasped, hips rolling. She obliged, sliding in slowly, curling just right while her mouth worked me. I came hard, thighs shaking, moaning her name.
She crawled up, kissing me so I could taste myself on her tongue. “My turn,” she said playfully. “Sit on my face and tell me how it feels.”
I straddled her, gripping the headboard. “You’re so wet already,” I told her, grinding down. “I can feel you throbbing against my tongue. Fuck, Em, you’re tight.” She moaned into me, the vibration making me shudder again. We moved together, trading filthy encouragement until we both came, laughing and gasping.
Afterward we lay tangled, sweaty and smiling. “So,” Emma said, tracing circles on my hip, “same time next weekend?”
I kissed her shoulder. “Only if you bring the toys this time.”
She grinned. “Deal, bestie.”
