Catherine crushed her lips against Sara's, as both women hungrily tried to taste every inch of the other's mouth. Sara no longer gave up control of the kiss so willingly, having fully resided herself to the fact that this was happening and, not only that, she wanted it to happen. She'd deal with the confusion part later.
Sara writhed with anticipation and nerves as Catherine's hand left her chest and continued it's decent down her body. The hand ran slowly over Sara's stomach, then down her outer thigh. Good god woman, don't tease me! Sara thought, though she was enjoying every moment. Now Catherine moved her hand between Sara's legs, slowly inching back up the inside. Soon Catherine would feel just how wet Sara was, and it definitely wasn't from the rain. Sara knew that at that moment, Catherine would know exactly the effect she was having on her, and the farther up her thigh Catherine traveled, the more nervous Sara became.
Finally reaching her destination, Catherine pressed her hand firmly into Sara's groin, immediately evoking a moan of approval. Catherine let out a delighted gasp as she felt the wetness coming through Sara's panties.
"Holy shit, Sara," Catherine murmured into the skin of Sara's chest, her lips now trailing their way down a path similar to the one her hand had made earlier. Sara's nerves began to dispel from the appreciative tone of the other woman's voice, and the even more so from feeling of that woman's hand slowly massaging her through her panties.
"Oh god, Cat," Sara groaned, no longer feeling capable of coherent thought, she then grunted in frustration as Catherine pulled her hand away. Catherine ignored Sara's obvious displeasure as she adjusted her position so she was straddling both of Sara's thighs now, pulling Sara up into a sitting position. Sara reached up, sinking her fingers into Catherine's hair as she pulled her in for a kiss. Their tongues battled endlessly as Catherine reached behind Sara's back and unclasped her bra. Pulling the straps down Sara's arms, Catherine broke the kiss and removed the offending article completely.
Looking at Sara topless, Catherine could no longer seem to form words herself, so she simply leaned down, and sucked a nipple into her mouth.
"Jesus!" Sara hissed at the sudden action, arching her back towards Catherine's mouth while holding her head in place with her hand. Catherine nipped lightly at the sensitive flesh with her teeth, followed by the soothing sensation of her tongue, while her hand gave attention to Sara's other breast.
Panting heavily, Sara reached behind Catherine with her free hand and undid her bra, pleased with herself for doing so one-handedly. Catherine allowed her to slide the material off, and Sara removed the hand from Catherine's head to touch the newly exposed flesh, flicking her thumbs over her already taut nipples. Catherine moaned in appreciation, but then ceased her ministrations and sat up, covering Sara's hands with her own, forcing her to cease hers as well.
"Uh-uh," Catherine said with a shake of her head and a devilish grin. "You wait your turn, Ms Sidle."
Sara gave Catherine her best pout, but allowed her to move her hands away. Catherine pressed her lips to Sara's again, pushing her down onto the bed as she did so. Once Sara was on her back, Catherine began kissing a trail down her body, from her neck, all the way down to her stomach, taking pleasure in the way the brunette writhed and groaned beneath her, moving lower and lower, until her face was between Sara's legs. Through her panties, Catherine kissed Sara where she knew she was aching to be touched, making Sara gasp again.
"Dammit Cath!" Sara panted, "I said touch me, not torture me!"
"What fun would that be? Besides," Catherine replied sensually, smirking as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of Sara's panties, "you're loving very minute."
With that, Catherine slid the last of Sara's remaining clothes down and off her legs, retracing the same path back up with her hands. Positioning herself so she was once again straddling only one of Sara's thighs, she leaned down and kissed her deeply, pressing her own thigh into Sara's wetness, rocking back and forth as her lips moved back to Sara's neck.
"Please, Cat… please," Sara managed to whimper between moans.
Finally Catherine reached down between their bodies and again began gently massaging Sara's swollen mound. Sara's breathing became more and more erratic as her cries became louder.
"Please," Sara pleaded one last time. Deciding she'd teased her long enough, Catherine slid two fingers deep inside Sara, who threw her head back and all but screamed at the sensation. Using her thigh to push her fingers deeper, Catherine resumed the rocking motion she'd begun before. Sara met every thrust, one arm wrapped around Catherine's neck, the other around her waist, holding onto her as though for dear life, her face buried in the other woman's neck.
"Fuck, oh god, Cat," seemed to be the only words left Sara that could say as she felt herself nearing the edge, the tension building in her abdomen like a balloon with too much air, ready to blow. She tightened her grip on Catherine, who, sensing what it meant, increased her pace. Sara's deteriorating vocabulary dwindled down to nothing but incoherent babble and moans. God, she was so close.
"C'mon, Sara, c'mon," Catherine cooed into her ear, "I want you to cum… Sara, I want you to cum for me."
Catherine's voice sent Sara flying over the edge, the tension in her groin expanding through her entire body, then collapsing on itself as she felt her muscles spasm violently around Catherine's hand, ripping a cry of pleasure from Sara's lungs.
"Good girl," Catherine whispered soothingly as Sara fell back onto the bed. Catherine continued to gently pump her fingers in and out of Sara until she was sure she had wrung every last bit of the orgasm from the brunette's body.