Spencer could feel Ashley’s fingers trailing from her back down her sides, gripping firmly at her waist.  They continued downwards and started to slide across the smooth skin of Spencer’s thighs.  The two broke apart from lack of breath.  Spencer threw her head back and her breath hitched as the feel of her wife’s fingers.  Ashley’s took this opportunity to bury her face in Spencer’s neck, her lips now attached to a different body part of her wife.  Her tongue slipped out tracing delicate lines across the neck making the blonde shiver with desire.  Spencer was grinding harder than ever.  The vibrator just wasn’t doing it, and by now she was in desperate need of release.  Her grinding on helped a little but she need Ashley inside her.  All this physical contact with Ashley seemed to help her cope with the toy buzzing away.  Her fingers dug roughly into the brunette’s scalp.  By now there was a bruise on Spencer’s neck that marked her as Ashley’s.  The blonde’s hands had travelled down the brunette’s strong arms.  They played at her hands as she brought their lips together once again.

“Ash.  I-I need you inside me.”

The driver cleared his throat trying to make his presence known, he really wished they wouldn’t.  He had nothing against homosexuality, but he just felt uncomfortable having to sit here.  Thankfully they seemed too drawn back to reality.  The blonde blushed profusely apologizing as she dismounted the brunette one.

Ashley groaned unhappily, “Spence it’s not fair, I go to the Carlins for Christmas, and we keep getting interrupted on my end of the deal!”  She pouted but was understanding enough to stop the vibrator.

Spencer could understand the frustration, it’s true.  Ashley went through hell for most of her stay at the Carlins.  Sure she knew her beautiful brunette enjoyed giving her mother a hard time, but at the end look at all the good that came from it.  And it was true, Ashley had yet to get her deal completely.  They had been quite busy since their return.

“I know baby.  But it’s not the end of the holiday yet, and we’re going home aren’t we?”  There was one thing people had to understand drunk upset Ashley was like a child.  You had to appease her as a mother would.  Spencer reached her hand up and gripped lightly at the back of Ashley’s neck massaging the skin she found there, ducking her head lower to make eye contact with her upset wife.  Ashley looked into the sea of blue she loved so much.