“I want to fuck you,” I growled, trailing kisses down her neck and over one of her clavicles.
“No one’s stopping you,” she gasped.
Then we were tearing each other’s clothes off in a frenzy of movement that eventually landed us on the floor. Thankfully, I didn’t have a coffee table in front of the couch or one of us wouldhave been hurt. As it was, we landed on the floor with a thump that made us both gasp in surprise.
But that was soon forgotten as we rolled around on the floor, hands frantically exploring like we couldn’t get enough of each other’s skin.
I shifted so I had one leg between hers, pushing my toes against the floor as I shifted back and forth, sliding my thigh against her pussy.
“Oh. Yeah. Right there. Chris!” My name came out high-pitched and breathless.
The movement had the additional benefit of adding pressure to my clit as I moved up and down her thigh. Julia grabbed my hips, helping me grind our bodies against each other, rocking her hips up against me with every stroke. Despite the fact that this position had always been awkward with every other woman I’d been with, we immediately caught a rhythm that worked.
Our thighs became slick with arousal as we slid them along each other’s cunts, the air filled with the filthy sounds of our bodies moving through the moisture, almost drowning out the rasping of our breath.
We kept moving like we were on a mission, and when Julia started shaking beneath me, I knew she was close. I lowered my head, clamping my teeth around her collar bone and biting down. She rewarded me with a sound somewhere between amoan and a squeal, her back arching up to meet me as she found her release.
I loved marking her skin almost as much as I loved watching her come.
Even in the haze of her orgasm she found a way to reach between us, giving one of my nipples a hard pinch that made me cry out right before I succumbed to my own pleasure.
I sagged down on top of her, both of us shaking with aftershocks, my mind empty of everything other than the electrical sensations zinging through my body as if my orgasm had rearranged my nerve endings.
When I finally felt like I could command my muscles to move, I slid off her just enough to remove my weight and shift to the side, resting my head on her chest and an arm and a leg over the top of her to keep her close.
“Fucking A.”
It was all she said. All she needed to say.
A piercing noise split the air, making us both jump.
“What is that?”
“I don’t know,” I said sleepily. “I’m sure it will stop in a minute.”
But the noise continued and it finally penetrated through my addled brain that the sound was the oven timer. I used my oven so infrequently I hadn’t recognized the sound.
“Oh damn it. That’s the oven.”
I pushed to my feet, taking a quick look around for my clothes and heading for the kitchen. I awkwardly stepped back into my jeans on the way, shoving my panties into my pocket, then I pulled on my shirt, realizing too late that I’d left my bra behind.
Julia was a few seconds behind me, coming into the kitchen just as I gave up hunting for my oven mitts and used a dish towel to grab the pan out of the oven.
“Careful,” she said.
I hissed as the heat of the pan penetrated the thin fabric, quickly putting the roasting pan on top of the stove.
“What are we having anyway?” Julia asked.
“Roasted chicken with vegetables and biscuits.”
Julia looked around. “Where are the biscuits?”
I cringed. “Oh crap, they’re still in the fridge. I can cook them now.”
“You actually bake them, but that’s okay, there’s plenty of chicken and vegetables here, we can skip the biscuits. How about if we open the bottle of wine I brought?”
“You brought wine?” I asked in surprise. “Where is it?”
