Taylor a show, riding her hips, grinding against her, bearing down to take
her pleasure. Her hand snaked between her legs and she circled and flicked
her own bud, gasping as the pleasure swirled hot and thick. She rocked hard
and Taylor joined her. Christina shifted her hand when Taylor took over,
swirling her dampened fingers over her clit, dipping lower to smear that
moisture over them both. She arched up and worshipped Christina’s breasts.
“Yes,” Christina panted, circling her hips harder and faster as the first
tendrils of white hot heat shot through her. She could have dragged out the
pleasure, drawn it out, waited. She could have shifted her hips so she wasn’t
right there, right at the spot she wanted to be. She could have clasped
Taylor’s hand, positioned it somewhere else, but she didn’t.
They had a whole week together. A whole week of worshipping each
other’s bodies. More than that, she just really didn’t want to hold back. She
panted hard as her climax hit. The pleasure exploded through her, until all
she could see was a mix of black and white bursting behind her eyes.
She was unprepared for how hard the pleasure would hit. She’d
expected just a small climax, but it burst over her, dragging her under until
she was panting, sweating, trembling. Until every single muscle was
strained and her limbs vibrated with the blinding pressure.
After, she barely managed to collapse beside Taylor on the neatly made
bed that they’d rumpled. She glance to the side and realized that they’d sent
a few towel animals flying before they even had time to appreciate them
properly.
She giggled and Taylor joined in.
“Oh my god, this is going to be a good week,” Christina said.
“The best. Seven days. Seven days without work or chores, traffic,
cleaning, making dinner, or worrying about anything.”
“Seven days without wedding plans and travel to worry about.”
Taylor nodded emphatically. They’d decided to get married in New
York. It was actually Taylor who suggested it, and once she had, they’d