"Right, this is it. The truck. And I'm Emma. And you're Jenna. And you're going to help me move across the country."
Or
The one where a cross-country road trip turns into no-strings-attached (turns into something even worse).
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Her other hand wound through my hair, pulling my neck back gently. The stretch pulled my mouth open, drawing a long line from my throat to my chin. I couldn't stop my cries now, with her hand so insistent in my hair. God, this woman was going to be the death of me.
Her fingers twisted inside me, rotating to turn her palm downward. Then her thumb slid through the slick heat and danced across my clit, and I felt my soul leave my body and my blood take over, sending my limbs into a mindless dance. My body collapsed, and slowly, my mind floated back to inhabit it again.
Jenna's thumb had already pulled back to give me mercy, but her fingers stayed inside me, unmoving. My face was mashed into the pillow in a very unsexy, boneless defeat. It was almost embarrassing how fast I had come. But watching her first do something to me, turned me on in a way I didn't expect. She stroked a gentle hand through my hair, and I groaned.
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"You're so fucking hot," she said, her tone conspiratorial.
"I want to see you come again, but this time I want to taste you too."
I inhaled sharply. Her fingers still didn't move inside me, but my hips jolted of their own accord, which caused them to shift just a little. It sent a shock wave up my spine. Now, of all times, she pulled them out, twinging every nerve on the way. I couldn't help the whimpers.
I could hear the smile in her words.
"Will you turn over? I'm not done with you."
"Neither am I," I mumbled against the pillow. I pushed myself up, then rolled onto my back, inhaling deeply. Jenna tried to lower herself between my legs, but I stopped her.
"I said I'm not done with you either."
She looked up at me in surprise.
"Really? Because you seem," she gestured to my position, lying helplessly on my back.
"...worn out."
"Not if you're on top," I said with a grin.
Jenna frowned.
"On top? But I was gonna go down on you..." And then suddenly she clued into what I was saying and her eyes lit up. She lowered herself to press kisses to my knees, my thighs, and my hips. I gasped as she passed so near my pussy. Her lips trailed instead up my stomach, taking their time on my tits.
"God, you're gonna make me come just like this," I groaned. I felt her smile against my skin, and she kept moving upwards. The kisses she laid across my shoulders and my neck were warm and soft.
Finally, she found her way to my lips. The familiar dizzy feeling returned, and my hand fisted in her hair as the bed spun in circles under me. She broke off the kiss, and I looked up at her.
"Ready?" she asked. I nodded, struck speechless at the eager and hungry look she wore. Her body slid over top of mine as she rotated, not quite far enough down yet. I looked up at her belly button, and I felt her sprinkling kisses across my stomach too.
