Sharon backward toward the bed, never relinquishing her lips, and unzipped her dress as they moved. Rebecca was vaguely aware of Sharon’s hands kneading her ass. It spurred her on. She grazed her fingertips along Sharon’s spine, pausing to unhook her bra and release her breasts as Sharon gasped in pleasure.
Emboldened and on fire, Rebecca eased the dress and the bra off Sharon’s shoulders in one motion and let both garments fall to the floor at their feet. She felt a rush of air on her skin and barely had the time to wonder how Sharon had managed to de-frock her without her being aware of it.
When Sharon covered Rebecca’s nipple with her warm tongue, Rebecca pulled her closer, tumbling both of them onto the bed.
Sharon was relentless. She recaptured Rebecca’s breast, further teasing her already-taut nipple. If Sharon kept this up much longer, Rebecca would lose the upper hand. And after being dominated and used by Cynthia for too long, Rebecca very much wanted to be the one in control.
She slid her thigh between Sharon’s legs and rocked against her damp panties.
“If you keep that up,” Sharon said, in between licks, “I’m going to lose my place.”
In answer, Rebecca wrapped her arms around Sharon and rolled them over. Then she got to her feet and stood alongside the bed. “I’m sure you’ll find it again, but right now I’ve got other ideas.” She slid her fingers inside Sharon’s panties, brushing her thumb lightly over Sharon’s clit. “Help me get these off?” Rebecca indicated the underwear and Sharon lifted up to facilitate their removal.
“You too.”
Rebecca complied, pleased at the look of admiration in Sharon’s eyes. “You like what you see?”
“What’s not to like? You’re a knockout. Surely you know that now.”
Rebecca smiled wryly. “It’s always nice to be reminded. Now, where was I?” She maintained her position by the side of the bed, enjoying her vantage point. She trailed her fingers from Sharon’s jaw, down along the curve of her neck to the hollow of her throat, where she leaned over and planted a soft kiss. Sharon reached for her, but Rebecca evaded her touch.
Sharon groaned in protest.
“You’ll get your turn. All in due time.”
“I didn’t figure you to be sadistic.” Sharon’s eyes followed Rebecca’s every move.
“Your idea of sadism and mine must be very different.” Rebecca resumed her exploration, allowing her fingers and tongue to roam freely over Sharon’s body, creating a trail of goose bumps in their wake. She’d never made love to anyone while standing over them. The feeling of power was exhilarating.
“Please,” Sharon pleaded, reaching again for Rebecca. “You’re killing me.”
“You want me to stop?” Rebecca grazed her teeth over the pulse point in Sharon’s neck.
“God, no. I want you to take me. Now, please.”
Sharon’s breathless plea was all the encouragement Rebecca needed. She entered Sharon with two fingers, simultaneously circling her clit with her thumb. In seconds, Sharon was rising off the bed to meet her thrusts. Sharon’s face was the picture of rapture. She came on a strangled cry, a light sheen of sweat covering her body.
When Sharon’s breathing slowed, Rebecca gently extracted her fingers. Sharon sighed. “That was…different.” She rolled on her side to face Rebecca. “Any chance I can get my hands on you now?” Her tone was light, but Rebecca had no trouble hearing the undercurrent of desire.
In truth, although Rebecca was incredibly turned on, she wasn’t inclined to be touched. Not by a stranger. But Sharon wasn’t really a stranger, was she? After all, they’d known each other once, many years ago, hadn’t they? Still, sex with a virtual stranger was not something Rebecca did. Sex was an act of love, not of lust. And yet, here she was, having just brought this woman to climax in a hotel room after only an hour’s worth of conversation. What was she doing?
Sharon cleared her
Emboldened and on fire, Rebecca eased the dress and the bra off Sharon’s shoulders in one motion and let both garments fall to the floor at their feet. She felt a rush of air on her skin and barely had the time to wonder how Sharon had managed to de-frock her without her being aware of it.
When Sharon covered Rebecca’s nipple with her warm tongue, Rebecca pulled her closer, tumbling both of them onto the bed.
Sharon was relentless. She recaptured Rebecca’s breast, further teasing her already-taut nipple. If Sharon kept this up much longer, Rebecca would lose the upper hand. And after being dominated and used by Cynthia for too long, Rebecca very much wanted to be the one in control.
She slid her thigh between Sharon’s legs and rocked against her damp panties.
“If you keep that up,” Sharon said, in between licks, “I’m going to lose my place.”
In answer, Rebecca wrapped her arms around Sharon and rolled them over. Then she got to her feet and stood alongside the bed. “I’m sure you’ll find it again, but right now I’ve got other ideas.” She slid her fingers inside Sharon’s panties, brushing her thumb lightly over Sharon’s clit. “Help me get these off?” Rebecca indicated the underwear and Sharon lifted up to facilitate their removal.
“You too.”
Rebecca complied, pleased at the look of admiration in Sharon’s eyes. “You like what you see?”
“What’s not to like? You’re a knockout. Surely you know that now.”
Rebecca smiled wryly. “It’s always nice to be reminded. Now, where was I?” She maintained her position by the side of the bed, enjoying her vantage point. She trailed her fingers from Sharon’s jaw, down along the curve of her neck to the hollow of her throat, where she leaned over and planted a soft kiss. Sharon reached for her, but Rebecca evaded her touch.
Sharon groaned in protest.
“You’ll get your turn. All in due time.”
“I didn’t figure you to be sadistic.” Sharon’s eyes followed Rebecca’s every move.
“Your idea of sadism and mine must be very different.” Rebecca resumed her exploration, allowing her fingers and tongue to roam freely over Sharon’s body, creating a trail of goose bumps in their wake. She’d never made love to anyone while standing over them. The feeling of power was exhilarating.
“Please,” Sharon pleaded, reaching again for Rebecca. “You’re killing me.”
“You want me to stop?” Rebecca grazed her teeth over the pulse point in Sharon’s neck.
“God, no. I want you to take me. Now, please.”
Sharon’s breathless plea was all the encouragement Rebecca needed. She entered Sharon with two fingers, simultaneously circling her clit with her thumb. In seconds, Sharon was rising off the bed to meet her thrusts. Sharon’s face was the picture of rapture. She came on a strangled cry, a light sheen of sweat covering her body.
When Sharon’s breathing slowed, Rebecca gently extracted her fingers. Sharon sighed. “That was…different.” She rolled on her side to face Rebecca. “Any chance I can get my hands on you now?” Her tone was light, but Rebecca had no trouble hearing the undercurrent of desire.
In truth, although Rebecca was incredibly turned on, she wasn’t inclined to be touched. Not by a stranger. But Sharon wasn’t really a stranger, was she? After all, they’d known each other once, many years ago, hadn’t they? Still, sex with a virtual stranger was not something Rebecca did. Sex was an act of love, not of lust. And yet, here she was, having just brought this woman to climax in a hotel room after only an hour’s worth of conversation. What was she doing?
Sharon cleared her
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