Cozy Cabin Getaway Ch07

Riley straightens up, breathing hard. Her semen sparkles all over Michelle’s chest and neck, and there’s even some on her mouth. Michelle looks startled, either by the suddenness or the quantity of it. Her glasses are crooked as she looks up at Riley, who cannot help but move in to kiss her. The kiss is a little sticky and salty, but Michelle is into it. So into it that she welcomes Riley’s fingers between her legs. Why she wants to be fingered here and now instead of in the shower probably has to do with how turned on she is.

Rubbing fast, wet, squelching circles around the plump, soft flesh surrounding Michelle’s clit isn’t very loud, and Riley keeps Michelle’s mouth covered with her own. Michelle pulls Riley in tighter when she cums, and even stiff and trembling, she is soft and huggable. They’re a mess, and they have to get back into the shower.

Once they’re finally dry, they quickly learn that it’s a good thing that they took care of that in the bathroom. The bed is hilarious. It squeals theatrically with the slightest weight.

“This is making me self-conscious,” Michelle says, embarrassed as she tries to get comfortable and the bed shrieks at her.

“Come cuddle me.”

“No. We have to lie still like dead people. Like vampires. No movement. No breathing.”

“No boning?”

“That’s a given.”

“Can we have whisper sex?” Riley whispers. She mimics Michelle’s stiff, board-like posture of lying on her back under the covers. When she leans over to turn off the lamp, the bed howls in protest.

“Whisper sex?” Michelle has, somehow, lowered her voice even further. They are upstairs and Kayla and Mary are downstairs behind a door. The ceiling fan is going. They left the exhaust fan in the bathroom running. Riley’s phone is trying to do white noise. None of it matters; there’s a clock downstairs and they can hear it ticking, even with the rain pounding the windows.

“Yeah. Like phone sex, but right here. Whispering,” Riley explains.

“Is that a thing?”

“I just invented it.”

“That’s stupid.”

“You’re stupid.”

“We just got off. Can’t you go to sleep?”

“When I’m in bed with the woman of my dreams?” Riley asks.

Michelle rolls her eyes in the dark. “It’s a bad idea. You’ll get all worked up and it’ll sound like there’s an orgy up here.”

“They’ll just think our mattress sucks and we can’t get comfy.”

“They will not think that,” Michelle states flatly.

“Coach,” Riley whines.

“Oh my gosh!” Michelle hisses. “Stop that!”

“Cuddle me.”

“Then you’ll shut up and go to sleep?”

“I promise.”

“OK, you better.” Michelle rolls onto her side. The mattress squeals as Riley does the same and eagerly scooches close to bury her face in Michelle’s chest. She wraps her arms around her.

“I’m your partner, not your body pillow,” Michelle mutters irritably.

“Shhh,” Riley says into her boobs. “I’m trying to sleep.”