CHAPTER THREE
Bianca skidded into the crushed seashell driveway at Wildwind. She hadn't bothered to pull into the garage. She stood outside leaning on her car, arms folded, waiting for Marissa who was close behind.
Marissa barely had time to remove her keys from the ignition when Bianca opened her door, reached in, took her by the wrist and pulled her from the car.
"Bianca, I…"
Bianca simply marched into the house with Marissa in tow. She lead their way out to what Marissa jokingly called the west wing. Bianca's suite was out there consisting of bedroom, bathroom, dressing room and home office.
By now they were in the bedroom. Marissa swung 'round in attempt to face the anticipated ire.
Marissa tried to start in again, "Listen, I'm sorry that you're upset. I know that you're going to give me the dressing down of a lifetime."
"Indeed I am. You can count on that!" Bianca retorted. "You will pay!" she said through clenched teeth.
Marissa backed away from an advancing, menacing Bianca. Thud! Damn! Now she had backed herself into a corner, quite literally. Bianca placed her hands on the wall on either side of Marissa leaning her weight forward on one extended leg and both hands. Marissa was trapped. Bianca was glaring at her. "Well? What have you got to say for yourself now?"
"I…I…well…it's just that…I wanted you so bad. And I just couldn't wait. I guess it clouded my judgment. I'm sorry." She hung her head. "Can I plead insanity?"
"Sure. No prob," shrugged Bianca. She couldn't keep the ruse up any longer.
"What!" Marissa's head snapped up. "That…that look. I see that look! You're not mad at all! You never were!
Bianca started about her business unbuttoning Marissa's somewhat taut top. "That's right. I just wanted to get you back to my lair without any argument. And, after all, turnabout is fair play.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Giving you the dressing down of a lifetime. As promised. After that performance at the office – you deserve it – and then some."
"Oh. Ohhh!" as her top was hastily deposited on the floor. Bianca, thinking she might like to take her time, slowly unzipped Marissa's skirt at the small of her back then down her nice ass that wore that skirt so well. Bianca, lowering the skirt, slid kisses all the way down until Marissa stepped out. She kicked off her heels as she did so which left her standing just a hair above 5'4". Bianca then kicked her heels off to get down to her barefoot 5'6" in order to reach her mouth to her lover more readily. Bianca was taking this woman in with her eager eyes. Her incredibly soft and delicious smelling skin. The defined muscle tone of her limbs and torso. This woman, standing here now, who gives herself openly, clad only in matching red lace bra and cheekies. How could she do anything but worship at this temple?
It was then that Marissa saw an altogether different countenance upon Bianca's face. It was that same look of hunger after Marissa had first kissed her in the hotel room. Bianca's desire soared rapidly. She now stepped fully in to this new found temple. She wrapped her arms around her and pressed her lips and tongue against a warm, supple neck. She inhaled her intoxicating scent. She nibbled an earlobe and sucked at the ruby stud. She was purposely ignoring the other woman's lips. Marissa couldn't take it. She grabbed Bianca's face in both her hands muttering, "I want your mouth on mine." This kiss was anything but tender. It was a series of reciprocally hungry, crushing, exploratory, wild, frenzied, can't get enough of you kisses.
Bianca eased Marissa to turn and face the corner. She inverted her hands to grip Marissa's upper arms and slowly ran her hands grasping the length of her arms to her wrists. She placed Marissa's hands on the wall just above shoulder height. She then ran her pinky and ring fingers every so lightly back along the insides of those arms. She felt Marissa tremble. Bianca hurriedly removed her own dress. She leaned her body length along Marissa's mimicking the same position. She clutched Marissa's hip bones pulling their centers together. Bianca began to place slow, lingering kisses and nibbles all along her back. She released "the girls" from their strapped and laced confines. Now from this same position she continued kisses to the back while she caressed, teased and pinched breasts and nipples. The nerve endings in her hands and all over her body ensured that her brain was receiving the messages in the pleasure center. Marissa's moans and wriggling indicated the same was true for her.
Bianca believed that Marissa was now ripe and ready for more. While leaning in she reached down to some of the single softest skin surface on Marissa's body. With her finger tips and the backs of her fingers she caressed Marissa's inner thighs. Marissa was being driven wild throughout but she thought surely this was when she would be most likely to beg. Bianca took Marissa's left hand and first kissed the tip of her index finger, licked it and then took the entire digit into her mouth and sucked – hard – with the full length of her tongue.
Uh, I was wrong. Bianca is not through with me yet. Bianca then adroitly placed her right hand inside Marissa's panties with her index finger seeking and finding her already swollen clit. Holy shit, Batgirl! Did Bianca just actually urge my legs wider apart with one of her own? Bianca wisely replaced Marissa's left hand to the wall so she could steady herself. Marissa could focus on nothing other than the growing fire between her legs and the curious curling of her toes. She was oo'ing and ah'ing uncontrollably now. Bianca knew Marissa was getting close. She placed her left hand down the back of Marissa's panties, reached 'round and placed two fingers up inside her lover moving in rhythm to the circles her right finger was making elsewhere.
"Bianca! Oh my God! Bianca! I'm going to…Oh! Please? Put your mouth on mine…pleeease?" They locked eyes and then both craned their necks to lock mouths. Although Marissa wanted to prolong this ecstasy she had lost all control. The combinations of closeness had been so filling. She climaxed with such force she expelled Bianca's fingers.
For fear that Marissa would collapse Bianca cradled and lifted her to the bed and covered her with a light throw. She snuggled in next to her to hold her and noticed tears glistening in her eyes. Marissa's teary, dazed and blinking eyes communicated that she was temporarily rendered paralyzed and mute.
Several minutes later Marissa wrapped an arm and leg over Bianca resting her head inside her shoulder. "I think you're magic," she whispered.
"As in the art of casting charms and spells or in the informal usage as often used by Brits?"
"As in wonderful, marvelous, exciting. Although you certainly have the ability to charm as well. And, uh…you can charm the pants off me anytime."
"Why, thank you, ma lady."
"Oh, no. Thank you!"