“Also,” Amy added hurriedly, “I figure we can hook the laptop up to the TV in the room and use it to stream stuff to watch.”
That also made sense. Hotel TV sucked. Having a way to stream Netflix or Prime would be awesome.
She smiled.
“Cool,” she said. She knew she wasn’t one-hundred percent convinced, but at least she was close. Just then her phone chirped. “Ooh, Lucinda is here! Let’s go!”
Sally had to hand it to Amy: her planning had been spot-on so far. Their Lyft driver, Lucinda, dropped them off at San Diego International Airport two hours before their flight departed and even though there was a bit of wait to check their bags, their first-class tickets allowed them to use the much shorter security line and reach their gate with plenty of time to spare before boarding.
Finally sitting in the gate area, Sally leaned over to Amy and whispered, “My god, I am horny as fuck!”
Amy laughed.
“Preaching to the choir,” she murmured, placing her hand on Sally’s thigh.
Sally couldn’t believe what was going on south of her waist. Despite all the non-erotic things that had happened since leaving her condo: the ride to the airport, the hassle of checking their luggage and getting through security…Sally’s core was still just as lubricated as when she had rolled off Amy over an hour ago now, and her clit was still just as swollen and energized. She realized it was simply Amy’s presence near her doing it. Every time Sally looked at her stunning girlfriend; every time she caught a whiff of Amy’s perfume mixed with the body lotion she used; every time Amy took her hand or simply smiled at her, Sally’s body reacted lasciviously.
She felt Amy use the tips of her fingers to stroke her thigh over the fabric of the leggings she was wearing. Sally snapped her head to look at Amy, who was pretending to be nonchalantly checking notifications on her phone. But the tiny wicked smile Amy was trying to hide gave her away.
“Are you doing that on purpose?” Sally asked.
“Hmm? I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Amy said, not looking away from her phone.
“Fine,” Sally stated. She then rested her own hand on Amy’s leggings-clad thigh and also played her fingers over the fabric, gratified to see Amy shut her eyes briefly and give a little gasp in response, which only made Sally’s clit pulse harder.
Fuck, this is going to be a long flight!
Chapter 29
As soon as they entered their hotel suite, they were all over each other. Amy quickly determined which way the bedroom was and practically yanked Sally into it.
Normally, after a day of traveling, Amy would have wanted to first hop in the shower before having sex but this time she didn’t care. Showering took time, time she didn’t want to waste and considering how quickly Sally was trying to get her clothes off, Sally felt the same way.
Both women were naked in seemingly record time, their clothes left in a jumbled pile on the floor, and they clambered onto the bed.
“I want to be on top this time,” Amy insisted.
“Anything you want,” Sally panted, lying on her back while Amy positioned herself over her.
“Oh my fucking god!” Amy mewled when, in the sixty-nine position, Sally’s nude pussy was right there in front of her face. It was the most beautiful thing in the world to her hyper-aroused mind: pink, dripping, the musky scent of its arousal—contained these last few hours during their journey, slamming into her nostrils, turning her on even more and making her own pussy contract and squeeze out m
ore of her own juices.
She felt Sally grab her ass and bury her face into her center, lips and tongue working furiously and so Amy did the same. No fucking around this time. No warnings. No stopping.
Fuck the brink.
She latched onto Sally’s clit with her lips, humming contentedly at the taste of it, and with a few flicks of her tongue over the swollen organ heard Sally give a high-pitched moan just as her pussy started convulsing and squirting out come against Amy’s face.
A second later, Amy orgasmed hard also and she grunted with the release, her mouth still pressed against Sally’s center, her hips twitching as she came. She pressed her pussy hard against the mouth giving her this pleasure, feeling her slick sex slide easily along Sally’s features. She screamed against Sally’s pussy as her core was rocked by the intensity of the climax—an intensity that had been built up hours ago in Sally’s bedroom and was now finally being released.
But no matter how hard she was coming, still she licked her girlfriend’s throbbing pussy, trying to catch and swallow as much of Sally’s essence as her tongue could find.
They came together a second time quickly after the first and now Amy was seeing flashes of light behind her eyelids. She felt all that arousal which had been flooding her insides throughout the trip gush out while her entire core contracted with pure pleasure that forced her reluctantly to pull her face away from Sally’s sex, lift her head and cry out with a guttural yell.
Still they weren’t done. Fingers were inserted next. But Amy wasn’t going to be satisfied with plain vanilla finger play this time. Delirious with the pleasure already coursing through her and the pleasure yet to be released, she indicated without words what she wanted Sally to do.
With her forefinger and middle finger stuck deep into Sally’s liquid pussy, Amy curled her ring finger around, found Sally’s rear opening, which was already lubricated with the woman’s come and easily slid it inside.