I was picking up laundry from the floor of our room when Demi came out of the shower; her hair hung just past her shoulders, looking all wet and sexy. Even without make up this girl looked radiant.

"What are you doing?" She asked as she leant in the doorway.

"Just getting my washing together," I say as I bend down to pick up another shirt off the ground. "Are you staring at my ass Lovato?"

I was certain I could feel her watching me and sure enough when I turned around her eyes were piercing through, as if she were trying to use x-ray vision for my tight jeans.

"Well when you're putting it on display like that..." she purred, "can you really blame a girl?"

She was still checking me out, biting at her lip, and I'll be damned if it wasn't the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I stalked over to her, dropping the pile of clothes at her feet and took her lips in mine. The kiss immediately became heated, me sliding my tongue in at the first gasp Demi made. Our tongues battling for dominance Demi walked me back towards the bed and I felt myself fall back onto the soft mattress. My hands that were around Demi's neck kept their tight grip and I pulled her down on top of me.

As we lay there I fisted the material of her shirt and pulled her down close to me until her lips were mere inches from mine. She looked at me with such intensity, daring me to take things further, only I didn't need to be dared. I wrapped my legs around her back, trapping her in and bringing her impossibly close to me. I felt her body fall into the dips and curves of my own and smiled to myself at the perfect fit we made.

"I'm going to need this," I say peeling off her shift, "...for the load."

"By all means. While you're at it can you wash my shorts?" Demi asks, smirking wildly.

"I think I can manage that," I reply, immediately going to unbutton them.

My fingers made quick work of her shorts, pulling them down just far enough for access; I wasn't yet ready to feel the absence of her skin against mine. In just her underwear Demi rolled her hips down into me, causing a guttural moan to be released involuntarily. I think my eyes rolled all the way into the back of my head.

I slid her panties to the side and plunged two fingers straight into the girl above me. The strangled whimper I got as a response was well worth it. Her walls were tight against my fingers and her insides were hot. Being below her I might not have had the dexterity I would've liked but Demi seemed content enough to ride my fingers on her own. As I watched her grind on me I pushed myself up and deeper into her. She bit her lip at that, almost hard enough to draw blood, and released a strangled moan.

"That feels so good babe." Her voice was low and husky and damn it was sexy.

"God you're beautiful," I said as I watched her through glazed eyes. Watching her bounce around on top of me; her ample cleavage, flat stomach, and perfect curves was a sight I could surely never tire of. I felt like the luckiest girl in the history of the world right now.

I wanted to hear more of Demi's sexy moans and whimpers though so I brought my thumb to her clit, drawing lazy circles at first and then rubbing with more fervour. She threw her head, and gorgeous brown locks, back and moaned loudly. I loved being the cause of that noise. I continued to pump in and out of her, reaching far to caress her g-spot. The combination was definitely the trick because Demi was becoming undone quickly; her breathing ragged and chest heaving, not to mention how she was writhing above me.

"Are you close babe?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Ugh," she moaned, "s-so close."

She continued to ride my fingers up until her orgasm washed over her. She came all over me with a loud scream of ecstasy. Her body tensed up and kept my fingers captive so I continued to caress her, letting her ride out the waves of her climax. When she couldn't take any more, the sensitivity becoming too much, she collapsed in a heap on top of me. I let my nails trace soothing patters on her back as she recovered.

"So laundry then?" Demi asks, exhausted in the aftermath and barely able to open her eyes.

"Hmm," I make a show of pondering, "I can think of a few other ideas for the washing machine...