Spencer and Ashley recovered on the bed next to each other in parallel statements of exhaustion and pleasure. Finally Ashley hoisted her body off the bed, reaching for the strap-on that had slipped off during the nights earlier events, fixing to put it back on. Spencer propped herself up on one elbow, becoming a tripod of trepidation as she looked skeptically at Ashley’s deft, practiced maneuvering. Doubts started to flood her mind.

“Maybe we should save that for another night, Ash” Ashley glared at Spencer with steely eyes.

“Oh no, we’re doing this,” Ashley said authoritatively, then dropped her voice a few levels and rushed out, “unlessyoureallydon’twantto.” Spencer couldn’t help but laugh at Ashley’s enthusiasm, and it made a knot of lust cement in her stomach.

Ashley stood there, cock jutting out lewdly and bobbing slightly while she stared at Spencer as she made the decision. Finally, Spencer just said quietly, “Okay. Me me yours.”

Ashley practically growled and leaped on the bed with vigor. She yanked Spencer’s arms above her head and pinned them with one hand while she stroked and kissed every inch of Spencer’s skin she could find. When she was confident Spencer got the picture and would keep her arms there, she added her other hand to the mix: tweaking, stroking, pinching, rubbing. Spencer tried to absorb each touch but couldn’t track her girlfriends frenzied movement. Her breath was labored, each exhalation a mini-moan. As Ashley moved about, Spencer could feel the strap-on brush against her lower body, each point of connection lingering as Spencer consciously ignored the implications. They were both still completely soaked from the nights earlier events, making foreplay as useful as starting the car to let it warm up in August.

“Tell me, again, Spence. Tell me why you want this”

“I want–” A million explanations more eloquent than Byron, more romantic than Petrarch started to spill out until Spencer gasped, suddenly inarticulate but with very good reason as Ashley snaked a hand over Spencer’s drenched center. “–you. Me. Fuck!” Spencer had always though conjunctions were overrated anyway.

Ashley set her body down on top of Spencer’s, resting on her elbows so she could look into Spencer’s face. The driving pace of this part of the night came to a sudden halt as movement ceased. Ashley pushed some wild strands of hair off Spencer’s sweaty face and their breathing worked in tandem, as one exhaled the other inhaled, an organic personification of yin and yang.