CJ pushed Abbey firmly back on the hotel bed, her sinuous body catlike as she climbed on top of her prey. Abbey's eyes were locked with hers as she started placing kisses, first on Abbey's abdomen, then trailing up her chest and neck and finally her lips. Abbey smiled and tangled her hand in CJ's hair, pulling her closer.
"You are wonderful, Miss Claudia Jean." She murmured, nibbling CJ's ear gently.
"Thank you, darling." CJ murmured as she began sucking one of Abbey's nipples. Abbey moaned, pushing CJ's head into her breasts as she arched her back.
"Oh yes!" she breathed. CJ grinned.
"You like that, baby?" she whispered into Abbey's ear. Abbey nodded and wrapped her arms around CJ, flipping her so she was on the bottom.
"Hell, yeah I do." She leaned down over CJ, her dark hair flowing across CJ's thighs. CJ spread her legs at little to give her better access. Abbey dipped her tongue into CJ, searching through her folds until she found CJ's clitoris, which she began to tickle gently with the tip of her tongue. CJ gasped, thrusting her pelvis towards Abbey's face. Abbey chuckled and continued her exploration of CJ. She wanted to learn her. Study her. Discover how to please her. They were both women of extremely high standards, after all.
Where Abbey was delicate, CJ was rougher. She ran her nails down Abbey's back, using her fingers to enter her from behind. She bit, she scratched, and pulled Abbey's hair until she left her breathless on the bed. It was a type of sex Abbey had never experienced before. She loved it. She found it empowering.
CJ, on the other hand, entirely enjoyed being treated like a tantalising creation. Abbey made her feel like an exquisite piece of art which had to be treated with the utmost respect and care. She moved over CJ like a piece of silk, finding the place that were most sensitive, teasing her with them, bringing her to a blossoming orgasm like nothing CJ has ever felt before.
Abbey's climax was something entirely different. It occurred in a hot, screaming wave as CJ thrust her fingers into her from behind, her other hand tangled in Abbey's long, dark mass of curls.
After that night, they couldn't get enough of each other. At every opportunity they were on each other, exploring one another to discover what the other desired more than anything else. They were addicts. They were one another's drug of choice. They lived and breathed each for each other until they were both so high on the experience they wondered how no-one else could notice the change in them.
Luckily for them, no-one did.