My body glided over hers, pressing her into the bedding. Our mouths touched, whispering without words, and I rocked into her, teasing, watching her eyelashes flutter. “Let me see if I’m right.” I slipped my hand between us, my fingers finding her cunt just as I’d expected to—soaked and needy. Fern moaned. And then her phone rang again. “Ignore it,” I murmured to her neck, kissing a path to her tits. It rang out, and I flipped us. “Sit on me.”
