SSS 2 - Move to the other bed

Scampering naked over to the clean, untouched bed feels naughty, but right. This is what you joined CCL for. The vague plan to cuddle, eat snacks, and watch TV while getting drunk is forgotten.

The bed squeaks noisily as you and Bian fall onto it, you on top of her. That reminds you of the need for quiet. The TV on the other side of the wall has quieted somewhat, indicating that the family over there would like to go to sleep. They’re checking to see if that’s possible.

Giggling, you and Bian both hold fingers to your lips and shush each other. But then you stop giggling. You’re on top of her, and you can feel every inch of her body. She puts her arms around your neck, and you feel her playing with your hair. You look into her eyes. Maybe you’re imagining it, but she doesn’t look too upset about having a little alone time.

There’s no plan anymore. Your bodies slide gently together and you lose track of time and the soft kisses. You find yourself on your side, noticing the smell of her, the hunger in her tongue and lips, and how her nipples are so hard that they tickle you as you share body heat on top of the scratchy hotel blankets.

You could kiss her all night, but the life in Bian’s hips gives her away. You feel her making the first move when her hand slips down your flank and her little fingers reach between your legs. You break the kiss and sigh as she touches you, and she leaves maddening, tingling kisses all over your neck as you breathe hard through your nose while her fingers work.

You are an adult with enough sense to kiss her harder to contain your voice. You aren’t a screamer and Bian isn’t amazing with her fingers, but it’s that clumsiness that makes her unafraid to touch your clit directly. Your hands are no longer caressing her face, but now almost gripping it, locked into the kiss to seal your voice.

Kiss is no longer the word for what you’re doing when she starts to rub in circles. You’re wet, but you’ll have to live with the risk of the neighbors hearing those sounds as you end the kiss, hug her tight, and bite your thumb.

There’s a look of triumph on her face as she holds you, watching you cum. She’s always so proud of herself. You come down smoothly, breathing hard and looking into her eyes, but it’s hard not to let out a snort of laughter as she smugly licks off her fingers while holding eye contact, like it’s some kind of flex. Bian can be a lot.

She scoots closer and puts her hand on your side, which rises and falls as you take deep breaths. The adoring way that you’re looking at her is like **** for her. You recover enough to do your part.

“Turn over,” you tell her.

Intrigued, she rolls onto her belly, still looking at you impishly. You actually wanted to turn and be the little spoon, but you just grab her and move her yourself. She squeals but catches herself as you roll onto your back with her on top of you. You move your head so her hair isn’t in your face, then firmly plant your hand over her mouth. She shivers.

Bian stares eagerly at the ceiling as you trail your fingertips over her body. You’d like to tease her and enjoy her wiggling on you as you play with her nipples, but that makes this pitiful bed squeak. So you keep her mouth covered, bite her ear, and let your inner lesbian off her leash.

Bian’s cutesy affect is gone in minutes. Her legs are spread wide, her back is arched and she whimpers into your palm. With two fingers deep inside her slick, hot pussy, you pull back with slow, strong hooking motions. You can muffle her cries, but you can’t muffle the squeaks of the bed when her feet kick as her pussy grips your fingers.

She doesn’t recover as quickly as you do. In fact, she doesn’t recover at all. You thought she was basking in the orgasm, but like Taytum, she’s just gone to sleep. That’s cute, but she’s literally lying on top of you. Her sweaty shoulder is pressed against your jaw.

Sleep like this?

Or make her get under the covers like a civilized person?