Coffee For One

Eve wakes up and coffee’s already on her mind. She got hooked three weeks ago when Sonja brought her that first cup, and now the heat sliding over her tongue owns her. She needs the buzz too—her band’s hunting for fresh tracks and she’s hoping the kick will push something killer out. First, though, she’s ditching the nightie. Milky skin catches the light as the fabric hits the floor, and she stretches the thin cotton of her panties tight over her smooth, shaved pussy until the friction has her dripping. Panties gone, fingers working. One hand cups her soft breast while the other rubs slow circles over her swollen clit, feeding the heat building in her core. She shifts, spreads wider, and drives two fingers deep, hips rocking to meet every stroke. Breath gets ragged. She slides lower on the couch, chasing it, thighs shaking, until the orgasm crashes through her and leaves her slick and trembling. For a second she just lies there, stroking the tender skin between her legs. Then the rush hits, sharp and clear, lining up every note she’s been chasing. Coffee really does the trick.