Their room was always freezing. Bex loved to sleep bundled under the covers, but she got hot easily. The only solution was to keep the room at a crisp seventy degrees, with the fan on.
Normally, Spencer wouldn't mind. It was another excuse to put her hoodie collection to good use, and it was the perfect reason to keep the pantry stocked with hot chocolate all year. But in this moment, laying stark naked in the middle of their queen sized bed, Spencer wished she had just told Bex she liked her nails.
Her nipples hardened the moment she stripped off her hoodie. She was braless, and the cold immediately pricked at her skin, and her boobs wanted to shrivel up into her chest. Shit, it's so cold, she shivered.
Bex moved forward after her shirt was off, and she trailed her hand up Spencer's left arm, covered completely in black and white ink, creeping up into her collarbone before cutting off. She let her fingertips draw circles up her arm before stopping at the base of her neck, "Now the shorts and underwear."
When she bent down, a light tap under her chin let her know Bex wanted her to keep her haze. After she took off her shorts and dropped her underwear Bex moved her hand up to her cheek and let her thumb caress the skin there in an act of comfort, "Go lay on your back, knees up and feet on the mattress."
Spencer could only shiver in response, but she moved to position anyway. So there she was, with her feet planted on the mattress, her nipples erect, and her pussy on full display. Staring at the ceiling, all she could do was hear the closet door opening, and small clanks and thuds as Bex shuffled around for what she needed.
What is she looking for? Spencer figured Bex was stalling to make her anxious. She loved to wind her up. Bex got a certain thrill out of getting Spencer all worked up and leaving her like that. She liked to hear begging.
But Spencer didn't really beg.
They made an odd pair. It wasn't often Bex would take control like this, but Spencer wasn't completely averse to letting her girlfriend have her way with her. She knew all the right buttons to push to make her unravel.
Bex liked to hear her partners, but Spencer didn't make much noise. Not because she never felt good, but it felt more natural to her to bite her lip and keep her moans soft.
Bex liked to rip the moans out of her.
There was shuffling and then Bex was moving toward the bed, purposely slow footsteps. She put the stuff she gathered at the edge of the bed, before Spencer could make a move to see them, and moved in between her open legs.
She placed her hands at Spencer's ankles, and using the tips of her polished nails, she slowly, and lightly, dragged them up the outside of her calves. Moving up to her knees and back down, the soft touches made her legs tingle, but it was soothing. Spencer realized that there was baby oil on Bex's hands as she rubbed it into her skin.
Bex could feel the beginnings of stubble on Spencer's legs, and as she dragged her hands up her legs for the second time she shuffled closer between her legs, knees now resting on the bed, and leaned toward Spencer's face.
A sly smile played at Bex's lips as she moved her face close. Her head was nearly resting by her cheek, and she kissed the side of her lips softly. Her hands dragged up to the sides of Spencer's stomach, where she rubbed in the oil. Spencer sighed into their kisses as Bex's thumbs massaged the oil into her stomach.
"You're so obedient today, hm?" she trailed feather kisses down her chin and to her neck, "do you feel bad you hurt my feelings?"
"All I wanted was two fingers," Spencer huffed.
