Falling for Jillian Ashley: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

Amy, trembling, screamed into her pillow, never wanting this night to end.

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Amy licked her lips, Sally’s come all over them, and swallowed.

Sally tasted so damn good. And, heavens, when the woman came, the floodgates opened, giving Amy all she could care to coat her tongue with.

Coming up from between Sally’s long legs, Amy snuggled against her, holding Sally as she rode out this latest orgasm A

my had given her.

Were they finally done? Amy had no idea. She had thought they might be done a while ago but then more of her toys were brought out and things picked right back up again.

“Jesus, baby…” Sally muttered.

Amy responded by nuzzling her neck.

“Did you get the release you needed?” Sally asked.

“And then some,” Amy purred.

Christ, and then some!

Their sex had been exactly what she had wanted when she had sent that text to Sally just after Makeda left. It had been hard and rough with fast orgasms that had shaken her bones. She had been demanding, so demanding. But so had Sally. And through it all, hair had been pulled, asses spanked and new bite marks made all over their bodies. Amy felt like a new woman now after all the pressure of the past two days.

“I still have to work during the weekend, though,” Amy told Sally now. “Much of it anyway.”

“That’s cool,” Sally replied. “I have a bunch of errands I need to run anyway and then maybe I’ll hang out with my best friend a bit.”

“Is she pretty?” Amy asked, suddenly feeling a little jealous.

“Lisa? She’s gorgeous.”

“Ugh! You’re supposed to tell me she looks like a troll!”

“Oh, right, sorry. Yeah, Lisa is practically Shrek’s twin.”

“Shrek’s an ogre but I’ll accept your answer.” Amy rose up on her elbow just enough to be able to kiss Sally.

“Lisa is harmless,” Sally reassured her. “If something was going to happen between us, it would have happened a long time ago. Besides, I bet you have a cute friend or two.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop being jealous. But I’d like to see you later today.”

“How about a dinner date?” Sally suggested. “Roosevelt Pizza?”

Amy liked that idea and agreed immediately.

The sheets and blanket were pulled up over them by Sally and then the two women snuggled together and Amy felt sleep finally begin to overtake her.

Being here like this with Sally felt so familiar already, which was mildly alarming. Sure, they had just had sex and it was really late—it was only natural that Sally stay the night. But the thing was, Amy was realizing with the last bit of brainpower she had left before losing consciousness, that she felt Sally belonged with her in bed—any bed—falling asleep alongside her.

Chapter 24

When Sally awoke the next morning, the bed was empty beside her. A diffused sunlight was making its way into the room but Sally could tell by the light that it was still early. The digital clock on the nightstand confirmed it, telling her it was only 6:38 a.m.

What time had they finally gone to sleep last night, she wondered? Or rather—technically—this morning? Definitely after two o’clock. No matter. She felt rested enough now, though she suspected she’d want a nap later on.

Getting out of bed, she took her small travel toiletries bag out of her tote purse, freshened up in the bathroom and put on the clean underwear, black leggings and white tee which she also took out of her bag. Then she went to find Amy.