Page 41 of One More Weekend

My center pulsed.

How can that be true?Why had she made that promise if she’d really felt that way?

Before I could get caught up in the spiral of it all, Sy started to unzip the back of my red, velvet dress.

I felt an instant relief wash over my body as the dress loosened around my ribs.

Once it was unzipped, Sy pulled away from my neck where her teeth had left gentle bites on the sensitive skin. “Can I take this off?”

Nodding, I let my head roll back with pleasure. “Please.”

Not needing any further instructions, Sy traced up my shoulder blades with her slender fingers until she reached the inch-thick straps of the dress. With the delicate touch of a surgeon, Sy pulled the straps off each of my shoulders.

Goosebumps rose on my skin, the feeling of her hands on my bare skin making my entire being come alive.

The straps were all that really held the dress up. As soon as they were gone, the fabric collapsed to the ground, creating a velvet puddle for me to step out of.

Sy’s eyes wandered down my near-naked body, catching on the simple, seamless black thong that covered my soaked center. “Jenna…”

Honestly the further we went, the more confused I was about how we’d ever kept this platonic.

I reach for her trousers, undoing the clasp that kept them together. “I want you.”

The words forced Sy’s head back, exposing her tensed neck to my lips as I pulled the pants over her hips and down her ass until they fell to the floor.

Kicking them off her heels, Sy stepped forward to scoot us into my room.

Thank god, I cleaned yesterday.

My room was covered in plants, posters, and books. The white-stained wood bed frame was the most boring part of the room.

As we got close to the edge, Sy lifted my legs and set me on the edge of the bed. There was a hunger in her eyes that I’d never seen before.

I whimpered as I landed on the fluffy mattress, not expecting her strength or her excitement. Standing at the edge of the bed, her shins digging into the wood of the frame, Sy smiled down at me and ripped off her compression bra.

“How do you like it?” Sy asked, softness returning to her eyes for just a moment.

My clit pulsed, almost hurting with desire. No one I’d slept with had asked so explicitly. I almost wasn’t sure what to say.

Almost.

“I want you on top of me, I need your fingers to rub me and then go inside me. But I need you to stay close to me.” I tried to steal breaths between gasps as the pleasure grew in my chest.

Nodding, Sy licked her lips and lifted me further onto the bed. “Anything you want, princess.”

I couldn’t stop myself from rolling my eyes at the familiar joke, smacking her shoulder as she got on top of me. “You’re an ass.”

“I’m just saying, this is bottom behavior.” Sy winked as she used her free hand to slip my panties off my legs.

My mouth opened to protest, wanting to argue that I was a verse with bottom tendencies. But before I could, Sy slipped her hand between my legs.

A moan slipped from my lungs as my eyes clenched shut at the pleasure. With broad circles, Sy rubbed my clit. She kept her eyes on me, watching for my reactions.

When I finally managed to pry my eyes open, I met her green eyes and saw the devious, sexy smile that covered her face as her hand felt my pleasure.

“Oh god, don’t smile at me like that.” My face flushed as I squirmed under her touch. It didn’t seem possible that she could be any hotter, that her face could look any better while fucking me.

But Sy shook her head and lowered her lips to my ear. “I can’t, you’re just too pretty while you’re being touched.”

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