Chapter 7: Marathon

Time dissolved.

The lamp’s glow had dimmed to a soft, intimate amber, as if the light itself was too exhausted to burn brighter. The room was saturated with them—their sweat, their releases, the raw, lingering heat of bodies pushed far beyond limits. Sheets clung damply to skin; every shift released another wave of their mingled scent: salt, musk, the sharp sweetness of endless arousal. Pillows lay scattered like surrendered flags. The air tasted thick on every inhale, as though the night had pressed itself into their lungs.

They moved through each other now, not just bodies but something more profound—two women who had stumbled into the same storm and chosen to stay inside it.

Susan rolled Debra onto her back once more, thighs pushed wide and trembling. Four fingers sank deep into swollen heat, stretching her with deliberate care, curling slowly against that spot that made Debra’s eyes flutter shut. Susan’s thumb circled her tight rim, pressing gently, reverently, until the tip slipped inside. Debra’s breath fractured; tears gathered at the corners of her eyes—not from pain, but from the overwhelming tenderness threaded through the intensity.

When the climax took her, it felt like surrender.

Debra’s back arched high, a broken sob escaping as her body convulsed—belly quivering, breasts heaving, pussy clamping in fierce, endless spasms around Susan’s fingers. Hot release gushed in long, shuddering pulses, soaking Susan’s hand, her breasts, the sheets beneath. The dual fullness—fingers deep in her cunt, thumb breaching her ass—held her suspended in the wave longer than ever, until tears spilled freely down her temples and she reached blindly for Susan’s face, pulling her down into a desperate, open-mouthed kiss.