Page 42 of One More Weekend

As I tensed under her touch, Sy let her fingers glide down my slit and toward my entrance, using the excitement to coat her finger before slipping inside.

“Oh, Sy…” I gasped as I felt her press into my G-spot. “Do you have a fucking map down there?”

With a sinister laugh, Sy bit my ear. “No, Jenna. I’ve just imagined this every day for years.”

I was out of clever responses, my body taking over and no longer able to find the words to speak. Instead, I just licked my lips. “More, please.”

Good at following directions, Sy pulled her finger out just enough to add in another before plunging it back into me.

The sensation of my entrance moving for her sent a jolt of excitement through my entire body.

Sensing that I was close to my climax, Sy adjusted her hand to press her palm into my clit with each thrust. Her own moans grew louder as sweat built up on her forehead. Falling to my chest, Sy let her head rest on my collarbone as she planted delicate kisses.

I ran my hand through her short, blonde hair, pulling it back from her face. But as my body began to seize up, the orgasm rocketing closer, my grip on the hair grew tighter.

I released it as soon as I realized. “Sorry.”

Shaking her head, Sy looked up at me with desperation. “No, I liked it. Grab me as hard as you want.”

I wouldn’t have much of a say on that front as my entire being was shuddering against Sy’s hand, my slick excitement all over her.

Just as quickly as I started to shake, my body stopped moving as it completely froze in pleasure.

“Fuck!” I screamed out as my jaw clenched tight together. It wasn’t long before it stopped, before my body released and my arched back fell back into the mattress.

Once I’d slowed my breathing a bit, Sy slowly pulled herself out of my entrance and threw herself into the mattress next to me.

There was a silence in the room, just the sound of our ragged breath filling the quiet.

Until Sy started laughing.

“What?” I looked over at her, my forehead wrinkled with concern. Surely fucking me wasn’t laughable.

Turning her head to face me, Sy smiled and let her palm rest on my cheek. “Why did we wait so long to do that? You’re fucking incredible.”

I rolled my eyes as I punched her shoulder. “You scared me, asshole.” But as I nestled into the crook of her arm, I couldn’t help but question it too. It felt like this was how it was always meant to be.

Looking up at her, I knew I had questions to answer. This needed to be casual, I knew that much. If I let my feelings for her spiral out, I would never leave this city. And that wouldn’t end well for either of us.

My eyelids grew heavy as our breathing synced, quieting the anxiety swirling in my mind.

For now, this was exactly where I needed to be.

27

SY

The sky wasa deep blue by the time we drifted off to sleep. We would fuck, and then laugh together before going back to fucking. I’d lost count of how many times I’d touched her since we got home.

Even as I poured myself a cup of coffee the next morning, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I had to remind myself that despite how good it all felt, it would be better for both of us if we didn’t do it again.

It was one thing to cross the line once, to let ourselves answer the question once and for all, but to do it again… then it got complicated.

I took a sip of the black coffee, letting the bitter taste shock my system. If I had any hope of surviving my catering shift tonight, I’d have to convince my body that I hadn’t walked from midtown to Chinatown or stayed up all night sleeping with my best friend and roommate.

After a couple sips of coffee, I heard stirring from Jenna’s room. Before last night, I hadn’t spent much time there – only occasionally sitting on her bed while she got ready for a date or work.

But now, I felt like I’d memorized every inch of her walls and knew all the names of her plants.

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