The glass of her office wall was cool on her back as Wendy pushed her up against it. The beautiful lab tech kissed Catherine fiercely, letting her hands wander down along the sides of the blonde's perfect waist and settle at her hips. Catherine curled the fingers of her left hand in the soft stray hairs at the base of the brunette woman's half-undone ponytail while her other arm wrapped around to caress her back through her thin cotton shirt.
When she slipped her fingers down to the small of her back and let them creep up under the younger woman's top, she was rewarded with a soft moan. Desperately needing to feel more of the hot, velvety skin she'd discovered, Catherine started tugging in frustration at the hem of Wendy's shirt. With a chuckle the DNA tech pulled back to let her supervisor slip the delicate white cotton over her head.
As soon as her shirt was off and on the floor, the rather disproportionate amount of clothing Catherine was still wearing occurred to Wendy. She began unbuttoning the red satin blouse that she'd struggled to keep from ripping open all day, a predatory glint lighting up her deep brown eyes.
It was mere minutes later, after her black La Perla bra and Cath's scarlet lace one were tossed to the floor, when Wendy finally seemed satisfied with the innumerable kisses she'd covered the blonde's face with. She worked her way down her neck, licking and nibbling at the sensitive skin of her jawline and collarbone, and the CSI moaned loudly.
Once Wendy had made it clear to her coworker that yes, she would be running this little show, and yes, she would be taking her time pleasuring Catherine, no matter how infuriating it was, the tech finally felt moved to let her lips brush down over the top of her breast.
Catherine gasped at the long-awaited sensation of warm, soft lips on her chest. She could already feel her nipples hardening at the sweeping arcs of Wendy's tongue around the sides of her full breasts. Her head thrown back in pleasure, she felt every last inhibition fade when Wendy gently suckled one perky bud between her lips. Hearing Cath's enthusiastic moan, she began swirling her tongue around the nipple while her fingers danced up her torso to cup her other breast. The sexy CSI was by this point utterly lost in ecstasy, and she could hear herself sighing loudly, she could feel the wetness gathering thickly in her panties even before being touched below the waist…
And that's when Catherine Willows woke up. She was lying half dressed between the tangled pale green sheets of her bed, coated lightly with a sheen of sweat, and her alarm was beeping erratically.
Dear God, she thought. Well that's new.