“Yes,” she stated and curled her fingers inside Kristina before she lay back to let Kristina rock her hips forward while she gripped one with her hand, holding her in place. “I was worried about my new job being too boring for me, but I just realized what that boredom can bring me.”
“What’s that?” Kristina asked with her eyes closed and her head back again.
“Nights with someone I love,” she replied.
Kristina’s head moved forward at that, and she opened her eyes. Jennifer smirked up at her.
“Not you, obviously. I’m only using you for your sexy body,” she teased.
“Oh, yeah?” Kristina laughed and rolled her hips a little faster.
“Yup. That’s all I want from you.” She winked at her. “Just sex. Just you coming on my fingers and me taking you inside and going down on you until you come in my mouth. Then, I’m out of here.”
“Really? Nothing I can do to convince you to maybe see this as… more?”
“I don’t know. I’m pretty set on making love to you now and then never seeing you again. You’d really have to come up with something good here.”
Kristina rolled her eyes and said, “What if I promise to join you by that fire and be in that jacuzzi tub with you?”
“Now, you’re talking,” she said and flicked her fingers.
“Fuck,” Kristina let out. “That. More ofthat.”
Jennifer gave her what she wanted.
“Dinners together. Flute playing in the music room.” Kristina rolled her hips with her eyes closed. “Walks along the lakeshore. Museums. I like museums.”
“Me too,” she said and leaned back up in order to press her body against Kristina’s and kiss her neck. “Keep going.”
“I like to… sleep in sometimes. Coffee in bed?”
“Yes.”
“And toast. I like toast with strawberry jam.”
“I can make you toast,” she offered. “One of the few things I can cook.”
“I don’t… think that counts… as cooking,” Kristina replied.
“I guess I’ll have to learn some new skills if I want to keep you, then, huh?”
“Yes, you’d really… have to… impress me. God, that’s so good. I’m close.”
“What kinds of things should I learn?”
“Handy with tools?” Kristina asked.
“Surgical ones, yes.”
Kristina smiled at her, kissed her, and Jennifer pressed her palm to Kristina’s clit and let her grind against it.
“Fuck. I’m about to come. Regular tools. I meant regular tools. I like a woman in a toolbelt.”
“I’ll buy a toolbelt, and I can swing a hammer to make it look authentic.”
“Wear nothing… but the toolbelt, and we’ll… talk.”
“Will do that. Sundays, after we sleep in and have coffee and toast, I can put on only a toolbelt.”
