We fell on the bed together, rolling around, mouths fused together while our hands were everywhere, re-learning each other’s bodies as if we’d been separated for years instead of a few days.
I moved downward, intending to spend some quality time licking Chris’s pussy, but she stopped me.
“I’m the one groveling. I should make you come.”
I stopped with my head on her ribcage, just below her breasts, and looked up at her face. “I don’t know, I didn’t see a whole lot of groveling out there. If any.”
“Oh I was groveling,” she said with mock seriousness. “You just weren’t catching on.”
She bent her knees and flipped us over, then scooted her way between my legs. My pants were gone, although I had no recollection of either of us taking them off, and Chris made quick work of removing my panties.
“Let me grovel right here,” she said, lowering her head between my legs and licking me from bottom to top.
My hips popped off the bed, and she clamped her hands on either side of me, pressing me down into the mattress. Chris flattened her tongue and began licking into my folds with a steady rhythm that immediately had me aching and wet.
“Please,” I sighed. “It’s been too long.”
“It’s been like eight days,” she reminded me.
I grabbed her hair and gave it a firm tug. “Eight days too long. Now make me come before I get out my vibrator and do it myself.”
“Okay, okay,” she laughed. “You’d better hold on.”
She licked her way into my opening, spearing me with her tongue several times before moving up to my clit to give it a few taps. Then she pressed down hard, circling the tiny bundle of nerves while sliding two fingers into my opening. She spread her fingers, stretching me, then began pumping them in and out at a fast pace.
I’d been close before we even started so I wasn’t surprised when I felt the tingling in my spine that told me an orgasm was imminent. Chris must have sensed it too, because she reached up to grab one of my nipples, giving it a firm tug, and that was the final thing I needed to send me right over the edge.
“Chris!” I gasped her name as my body shuddered through the waves of ecstasy. “Chris!”
She continued teasing me with her tongue and fingers until I was finally sated, sagging against the mattress with a deep sigh. “Fuck. That was good. I have a suggestion.”
“What’s that?”
“We should spend the rest of the weekend right here in this bed fucking each other.”
“Won’t we need food?” she asked. “To keep our energy up?”
“Sure, that’s what Uber Eats is for.”
“But we’re not going to have them deliver to bed, which means that we’ll have to get up out of bed, at least briefly.”
“You’re a nut,” I laughed.
“A nut you love.”
“Of course.”
Chris slid up the bed and settled next to me, so I rolled over and put one leg over hers. I realized that she was still wearing her bra although she was otherwise naked, and it made me laugh.
“What?”
“Are you planning to stay in this bra?” I asked.
“Oh, I didn’t notice.”
I shook my head. “You people with the tiny tatas, you’re different from the rest of us.”
“Tiny tatas?” she asked incredulously. “Where did you get that?”
