Page 26 of The Holiday

Kathleen decided it was too cold outside of her comfy bubble, so she relegated herself to Ira’s thighs, where she pressed her cheek against skin. “You always know how to sweet-talk me.”

“I’d ask you to get up here and cuddle with me, but you seem pretty cozy down there.”

“Indeed I am. Although I suppose we should go to bed soon.”

“Why?” Ira slammed her arm down onto the bed, sighing. “We’re not doing anything tomorrow except hearing about Etta Coleman’s mycological discoveries.” She snorted through flared nostrils. “Or her pussy discoveries, based on that bullshit earlier.”

Kathleen buried her face deeper into Ira’s body.Her hair tickles. “That was hot.”

“I knew you were getting turned on.”

“I mean, once I realized what was happening, all I could think about was sex again, so…”

“Oh, my slutty nymph. What a treasure you are to me.”

Kathleen laughed. Earlier, in the study, she and Ira began hearing what sounded suspiciously like Etta fucking her girlfriend Jamie in the other room—assuming the girl screamed like that, and Etta herself could sound like a pack of wolves on the prowl. Shivers went down Kathleen’s spine then, and they went down it again now. Even though she had been thoroughly fucked by her partner earlier, she still got wet listening to that young woman take her Mistress like a pro. Adyingpro, but a pro, nonetheless!

Wonder how that Domme fucks.Either she was a total stud, or Jamie Joy was that easily entertained on the other end of a woman’s lovemaking. This is Etta Coleman we’re talking about.She could be a virgin, but I don’t doubt she’d know what to do once in the thick of it.

“What in the world are you thinking about?”

Kathleen dug her short nails into the hair growing at the top of Ira’s thigh. “Aw, someone who wants to know what I’m thinking after sex.”

“You know I’m in love with you, then.” Ira chuckled. “Because I think you are the only woman I’ve asked that in my whole life.”

“It’s because you know I’m thinking about sex. Or at least you. You and sex.”

“Uh-huh. Are you joining me up here or not? I’m itching to hold you in these arms.” Ira flexed her biceps, which appeared out of nowhere to impress her girlfriend.

“No way. It’s actually warm down here.”

“Kathleen Marguerite Allen.” Ira pulled back the cover, exposing Kathleen to the cold air that did not affect her. “Get your hot ass up here and cuddle me, damnit!”

“Oh my God.” As chills—and not the sexy kind—overtook her, Kathleen heaved herself up the bed and landed in Ira’s hold. She pulled the covers behind her, but they didn’t quite make it up. Neither of them missed how Kathleen’s nipples suddenly speared her T-shirt.Again, not in the sexy way. They’re gonna freeze off. Then I’m suing Ira.She grinned at the thought. She would be made to pay with oral sex at least once a day and a deep fucking every other. Oh, and she would fully submit to me once a week!

“There, that’s not so bad.” Ira readjusted them both until Kathleen was snugly in the crook of her arm, their legs entwining. “And neither are these.” Ira’s hand reached around and squeezed one of Kathleen’s breasts.

“You’re so whiny and grabby.” Kathleen didn’t mean that. Well, maybe she meant that tonight, but Ira only acted this way when she was in the mood to give Kathleen a big, hard time. “It’s because you’re such a mama’s kid.”

“Let’s leave my mother out of this, please.”

“As you wish,my prince.”

Ira pressed down upon her, kissing Kathleen’s lips with languished certainty. “I love it when you call me that.”

Their kiss ended when Ira couldn’t stand that position any longer. She leaned back, stretching both arms above her head as if she were the luckiest asshole in the universe. She probably thought she was.

“Ira.”

“Yeah?” She was already half-asleep.

“You deleted those pics I sent you off your phone, right?”

“Which ones?”

“You know which ones.”

“No, I’m afraid I don’t know if you mean the ones of your hot snatch or you dressed up like a hot teacher with your titshanging out. They were separate occasions, and thus warrant different discussions.”

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