Catherine kissed Sara again, crashing her lips onto the brunette's and kissing her much harder than before. Though still somewhat confused, Sara's brain had finally caught up with her body, and she could no longer deny how good this felt. Though she was now a willing participant, that twinge of confusion still made her slightly reluctant as she felt Catherine's tongue running over her lips.
Obviously frustrated at being denied access, Catherine cupped Sara's face in her hand, using her thumb to gently pull at Sara's chin until she finally parted her lips. Immediately Catherine slipped her tongue into Sara's mouth, who willingly gave her full control of the kiss. Sara couldn't suppress a tiny moan from escaping her throat, feeling Catherine smile again just before she deepened the kiss, causing Sara to wonder why she'd ever denied her to begin with.
Though Sara had tried to ignore the increasing throbbing sensation in her lower body, it became impossible as Catherine slid one leg between her own, and was now straddling her thigh. The panties Sara had thoroughly dried with the hair dryer not fifteen minutes ago were rapidly becoming very moist again, as she felt Catherine slowly grind against her leg.
Catherine's hand was still cupped around Sara's cheek, holding her face close. Now apparently satisfied that Sara's lips weren't going anywhere, the hand began trailing down Sara's neck, fingers lightly grazing her skin and leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. When Catherine's hand reached her chest, Sara moaned again, feeling a fresh flood of arousal in her panties. Becoming aware of just how wet she was, after only a few minutes of a heated make-out session, Sara suddenly felt slightly embarrassed. Could I really want Catherine this badly? She wondered.
Catherine broke the kiss and looked down at Sara, who worried Catherine had somehow sensed her self consciousness.
"Sara," Catherine breathed out heavily, making no attempt to disguise the lust in her voice.
Dear god, she is sexy.
"Hmm?" Sara managed to squeak out.
"I want to touch you."
Sara could only nod as she felt yet another rush of wetness. Catherine leaned down to Sara's ear, her hot breath tickling Sara's skin as she whispered, "Do you want me to touch you, Sara?"
Sara nodded again, before finally managing a breathless, "Yes."
"Tell me," Catherine said, not leaving her current position, her hand still stationed on Sara's breast.
"What?" Sara asked, as Catherine again nibbled at her neck.
"Tell me you want me to," Catherine said against Sara's skin. It took Sara a moment to formulate the sentence, between her arousal and the feeling of Catherine's breath on her neck. She wanted it, really wanted it, and she wanted Catherine to know just how much she did. Placing her hand under Catherine's chin, Sara lifted the other woman's head so their eyes met, knowing her own desire showed in her eyes.
"I want you to touch me, Catherine."