Cozy Cabin Getaway Ch11

Temper? Tension? ****?

Riley doesn’t know which of those is to blame, but she doesn’t do the smart thing and break off the kiss, then go downstairs to calmly and rationally try to solve this with effective communication.

She just lets her weight down on top of Michelle’s pillowy body and kisses her deeper.

Michelle must be feeling all the same things because she seems to welcome it. It’s been a difficult thing for Riley to understand because for a long time she saw Michelle as her coach, but Michelle carries a lot of insecurity. Sometimes she needs a little reassurance.

But while kissing and affection reassure Michelle, they have a different effect on Riley, especially with all this touching. The erection in her shorts rubs against Michelle, and the realization that they can’t just have sex like they normally could anywhere else stokes Riley’s temper. She breaks the kiss with a scowl and lifts Michelle’s legs.

“Oh! Riley?” Michelle is startled.

“It’s fine,” Riley says grumpily, yanking Michelle’s leggings and underwear over her hips, leaving them around her thighs, keeping her legs together. It’s just enough to expose the important bits.

“Riley!” Michelle says with her feet pointed at the ceiling.

“Shush,” Riley says. She hesitates for a second, intensely conscious of the situation in the cabin.

“Oh! Jesus!” Michelle covers her mouth with her hand as Riley goes down on her. She squirms, but that makes the bed squeak. She holds still and her legs quiver in the air. Tears roll down her cheeks. Her hips react on their own, and the mattress squeals. Her face burns with embarrassment, but Riley’s tongue drives her crazy.

Riley finally stops, and Michelle is soaked. It’s too late to care now, right?

Riley obviously thinks so. She almost roughly pushes Michelle’s legs down and left, rotating her hips. On her back and exposed with her legs still tangled in leggings, a blushing Michelle looks up at her, startled and lusty.

Riley doesn’t hesitate to push her shorts and underwear down to her ankles and guide her cock, finding Michelle’s soft folds and sliding in. She leans forward, but she can’t really get on top; Michelle’s hips are in the way, and Michelle has serious curves. The angle is weird and the penetration is shallow enough to feel frustrating, but Michelle’s pussy is hot and heavenly. Riley compensates by going fast and hard. Michelle grabs a pillow and holds it over her face as the bed shrieks in an unmistakably rhythmic protest.

This angle must work for Michelle because she cums just from sex. Riley’s always sorry to miss Michelle’s O-face and noises, which are muffled by the pillow, but it’s not enough to stop her. With a heartfelt groan, she sprays her load into Michelle’s hot, clenching depths.