Dana smiled down at her and rolled over onto her back. Samara climbed on top of her but just straddled her instead of spreading Dana’s legs. Dana took advantage of that and held on to her hips, running her hands up and down Samara’s sides as she took her in.
“Tonight will be weird,” Samara said as she massaged Dana’s breasts.
“Yeah?”
“I have only done love scenes with guys, but they’re all pretty much the same. There are strategically placed cameras, pieces of fabric, and blankets. We basically make out on and off for hours and pretend to touch each other.”
“I gathered that,” Dana said.
“And people watch us do that, but it’s art, so it’s not porn.”
Dana laughed and admitted, “I’m nervous.”
“Me too,” Samara revealed.
“Why? You’ve done this before.”
“Not with you. And definitely not after doing this with someone. I don’t sleep with my co-stars.”
“Can’t say that anymore, can you?” Dana teased.
Samara smiled at her and lifted herself. Dana spread her legs for her to let her settle between them.
“Oh, I like this,” Samara said.
“Yeah?”
“Being on top is good.”
Samara rolled down into her.
“Don’t get used to it,” she said.
“No? You don’t like me up here?”
“Oh, Iloveyou up there. ButIalso like it up there.”
“We can share, can’t we?” Samara asked as she moved her hand to Dana’s sex.
“I think that can be arranged,” Dana said.
Samara leaned down and kissed her as she slid her fingers to Dana’s entrance before slipping inside. Dana opened up to her instantly, and she closed her eyes, letting her head fall back against the pillow. Samara began rocking herself as she moved inside her, and it was slow at first, just how Dana liked, but when Samara sucked on Dana’s neck, she moved her fingers a little faster.
“You can curl them.”
Samara did.
“Yeah, like that.”
“What else?”
“Deeper,” she said. “Sometimes, I like it deep.”
Samara moved in deeper, and Dana spread her legs even wider.
“Like that,” she said.
“Say it, and I’ll do it,” Samara replied, licking at Dana’s earlobe.
