The drive home had been filled with softly teasing touches, Sharon tracing patterns up the skin of Brenda's thigh, getting impossibly close, before dropping back down to caress her knee, or catch her hand, and smooth her thumb over the bumps of Brenda's knuckles, before bringing it to her lips. Brenda, for her part, was slightly more cautious, mindful of the fact that Sharon was driving. At each traffic light, she made the most of her brief moments, tracing her tongue around the shell of Sharon's ear, sucking the tender lobe between her teeth, reveling in the shivers it sent through the body of the dark haired woman. At stop signs, she traced her fingers over Sharon's lips, feeling the heated damp of her breath, and then the shocking clench of her own sex when Sharon sucked her finger into that dark mouth, humming with pleasure.
They walked up the steps to Sharon's porch, and Brenda thanked every deity she could name that she'd fed Joel a little extra, just in case. Once Sharon had the door open, and stepped inside, the last fiber of Brenda's restraint snapped, and she followed Sharon in, before crushing her against the door, taking her mouth, demanding entrance in a searing kiss. Sharon groaned, and slid her hands around, settling them firmly on twin globes, pulling Brenda closer, as she licked into the kiss, moving her tongue sensuously, but letting the blonde maintain dominance, for now.
Brenda moved her lips to Sharon's jaw, desperate to taste every inch of her, nibbling and sucking the skin of her throat, before letting her lips dance across the gentle bumps of her collarbone. Sharon fisted her hand in Brenda's hair, dragging her back up into another kiss, this time taking control, as she smoothly stroked her tongue against Brenda's, expertly drawing forth the tiny moans of pleasure that sent lightning bolts of desire to her own core. She was determined to make this last, having wasted far too much time running from her feelings, running from Brenda's feelings. She ran her hands gently over Brenda's arms, catching her by the wrists, and bringing her arms up over her head. Still engaged in the kiss, Sharon held both of Brenda's hands in one of hers, then trailed her fingers lightly down, cupping her breast, sighing at the sensation of the nipple hardening beneath her palm.
"I think that we should go upstairs, now." Sharon husked, her lips against Brenda's jaw.
"Okay." Brenda replied breathlessly.
Sharon released Brenda's wrists, but caught her hand, twining their fingers together, as she moved towards the stairs. Brenda walked ahead of Sharon, stopping to turn on the first step, taking the chance to have the height advantage for the first time, and drew Sharon into another kiss, wondering how she had ever existed without kissing her before. Had there been any kisses before Sharon Raydor's expert lips? Brenda was pretty sure there hadn't, that everything leading up to this moment had been the romantic equivalent of children playing house. Her thighs were already sticky with need, and they'd hardly begun. She shivered, thinking forward to what lay ahead, and broke the kiss, almost dragging Sharon up the rest of the stairs.
"First door, here." Sharon said breathlessly, stepping over the threshold, and turning to meet Brenda's heated gaze.
"I want you so much," Brenda whispered, moving close to Sharon, but not touching her, "but you could break me, if you run again."
"I'm here. I promise." Sharon murmured, pulling Brenda into her arms, and kissing her gently, putting the truth of her words into the movement of her lips.
Brenda sighed happily into the kiss, and slid her arms around Sharon's waist, pulling her shirt free from her skirt, and slipping her hands up to caress the hot skin of Sharon's back, then slid the garment up, and off. Sharon shuddered at the sudden breeze, and ran her hands down the sides of Brenda's thighs, before fisting the red material in her hands, dragging it slowly up, to bunch around her waist. She let one finger trail gently over the damp blonde curls, before she pulled the dress over Brenda's head, and flung it unceremoniously to the side.
"So beautiful." Sharon whispered, as she ran her hands over the contours of Brenda's body.
Brenda was acutely aware of the rasp of Sharon's wool skirt against her naked and needy thighs, and while the sensation was doing wonderful things to her body, she felt rather underdressed, in comparison. Smoothing her hands over the curves of Sharon's backside, she found the zipper closure, and pulled it down, then hooked her thumbs into the waistband, and pushed the material to the floor. Sharon wore matching plum lace lingerie, and Brenda had to stifle a grin that even her underwear was high couture, probably La Perla, if she had to guess. Brenda ran her hands over the lacey panties, then pushed those to the floor as well. Sharon slid the straps of Brenda's bra off her shoulders, dropping kisses along the tender skin, before she reached around, and expertly unfastened the clasp, drawing the fabric down, tossing it in the same general direction as the dress. She moaned as the heat of Brenda's fully naked body pressed into hers. Brenda moved her hands to tangle in Sharon's hair, pulling her up for another kiss, then let them drift down, over her shoulders, until she found the clasp of Sharon's bra. She tugged, and fumbled for a minute, before Sharon reached up and loosed the clasp for her. Brenda blushed a little, but slid the lacy cups down, removing the garment and dropping it. Sharon's nipples were already hard, and Brenda rolled them between the fingers of both hands, gasping as Sharon ground her hips against Brenda's center.
"Bed?" Brenda whispered, letting the backs of her hands bump down Sharon's ribs, before nuzzling her throat, just the hint of teeth making Sharon delirious with want.
Sharon put her hands on Brenda's hips, and propelled her to the bed, pushing her down when Brenda's knees hit the mattress and buckled. She climbed on top, and ran her tongue from Brenda's hipbone, up to the turgid nipple, capturing it in her mouth, and sucked hard, pressing the flat of her tongue against it, bracing herself as Brenda bucked hard into her abdomen. She left a trail of tingling skin as she kissed across to the other breast, swirling her tongue around the puckered flesh, letting her teeth scrape gently. Brenda moved restlessly beneath her, overcome with the sensation of Sharon's weight on her, the heat of her mouth, the scent of oranges mixing with another, heady perfume.
"Please" She begged, not really knowing what she was begging for, just trusting that Sharon would be able to provide it.
Sharon pressed a gentle kiss to Brenda's lips, then feathered soft kisses down her throat, and over the swell of her breasts, feeling her own center go completely liquid at the sound of Brenda's breathless pleas. She spread kisses over the quivering skin of Brenda's stomach, nipping at the flesh stretched taut over her hip bone, before letting her lips graze the patch of curls at the apex of Brenda's thighs. The scent of her arousal was enough to make Sharon's mouth actually water, and she left a few cursory kisses along Brenda's thighs, before she pushed her legs apart, and slipped her tongue into silken wet folds, letting the flavor overwhelm her. Brenda let out a low moan at the sensation, and Sharon had to steady her hips by pressing down with her hands, as she licked slowly along, dipping her tongue inside, before swirling it up to circle around the sensitive nub at the top, sucking it, and flicking her tongue over the tip. Brenda gasped at the onslaught of stimulation, and cried out when she felt Sharon slip one, then two fingers inside, twisting as she thrust, matching the motion of her hand with the motion of her tongue.
"Jesus. Oh god." Brenda chanted, feeling the tightening in her belly, as Sharon pressed her fingers impossibly deeper.
Sharon scissored her fingers, then pressed a third one inside, and lifted her head long enough to say;
"Come for me, Brenda. I want to taste all of you, now." And then she pressed her tongue against the hard little bead, sucking it into her mouth, as she crooked her fingers inside, and then she felt the delicious contractions of Brenda's body around her hands, and heard the incomprehensible stream of expletives in that honeyed Georgian cadence, and felt the resultant warmth dripping down her hand. She kissed Brenda clean, then slid her body up to hold the blonde woman close, kissing her tenderly.
Brenda felt brazen as she tasted herself in Sharon's kiss. She rolled so that she was on top, and she stared into Sharon's eyes.
"I'm not sure it's legal, to be as good at that as you are, Cap'n. I'm pretty sure that tongue might fall under the concealed weapon classification." She said breathlessly, feeling the pleasant aftershocks of that powerful orgasm.
Sharon laughed, a deep, rich sound. Brenda was entranced. She'd never really heard Sharon laugh before, but just then, she decided that it was something she was going to hear as often as possible, second only to the dark haired woman saying her name in ecstasy. Speaking of which. Brenda captured Sharon's lips, sucking the lower one between her teeth, and tracing it with her tongue. Sharon shifted, so that Brenda was between her legs, and Brenda could feel the hot evidence of Sharon's desire slick on her stomach. She kissed her bruisingly, as her hands roamed over Sharon's body, feeling the swell of her breasts, the hard little peaks of her nipples. Brenda dropped her head, and sucked hard at the skin at the base of Sharon's throat. She knew it would leave a mark, but she couldn't stop, the salty taste of the woman was more than she could stand. She slid further down, so she could flick her tongue over nipples, leaving wet kisses between heaving breasts, as she reverently learned the landscape of the body that had occupied her thoughts for months. She kissed each bump of rib, and teasingly dipped her tongue into Sharon's navel, before settling herself between her thighs. She slipped a finger into Sharon's folds, not exactly sure of the topography.
Misunderstanding the hesitation in Brenda's posture, Sharon half sat up. "You don't have to do that, Brenda."
"Oh my lord, yes I do. I really, REALLY do. I want to taste you so bad it hurts. I just want it to be good for you, too." Brenda rasped, lowering her head.
She dipped her tongue into the sticky sweet depths, and groaned in amazement. The musky scent of Sharon's arousal had been alluring, but the flavor of the woman…Brenda felt a corresponding warmth in her center, as she dragged her tongue around the unfamiliar geography. She kept an eye on Sharon, noting where each gasp and moan originated from. She found the little bump, and flicked her tongue across it experimentally, grinning when Sharon's hips thrust up off of the bed. She slid her tongue flat across it, then flicked it again, and then swirled it in circles, as Sharon set up a steady chant of 'please' and 'don't stop' and 'right there'. She sucked it into her mouth, and hummed, causing a breathless 'fuck' to be added to Sharon's litany. She slipped a finger inside, holding it still, as she moved her mouth over Sharon's sex, feeling each quiver and clenching, then added a second, still not thrusting, as she curled her tongue, moving it in a serpentine pattern.
"More…" Sharon moaned, her hips moving erratically beneath Brenda's ministrations.
Brenda slipped a third finger in, and begin to move them, twisting without thrusting, as she sucked tender flesh, gently nibbling, then soothing with her tongue. She could feel Sharon's body bearing down on her hand, the muscles sinuously bunching and relaxing, and Brenda knew that she was close. She moved her tongue more quickly, and began to piston her arm, pulling almost all the way out, then sliding deeper still. The vision of Sharon Raydor splayed across the bed, eyes closed, mouth open in a breathless moan, as Brenda licked and sucked, as she teased with her fingers, caused Brenda to press her aching sex against the matress. She ground her hips into it, matching her thrusting rhythm to the thrusting of her arm, and as she felt Sharon's body grip her fingers impossibly tight, she groaned, her mouth covering Sharon as she came violently, sending Brenda over the edge as well. She laid her head on Sharon's thigh, and glanced up at her.
"I don't think I can move, kay?"
"Of course you can, because I intend to kiss you. Come here."
Brenda scrambled up the bed to lay next to Sharon, who proceeded to kiss Brenda so hotly that Brenda thought she might be on the verge of a third.
"I can't believe I didn't come after you sooner! What was I thinking?" Brenda gasped, when the kiss ended.
"I have no idea. But I'm not accustomed to being pursued, so it probably wouldn't have worked out this well."
"Control freak." Brenda teased affectionately.
"Pageant Queen." Sharon replied, tucking Brenda's head under her chin.
"Hey! That was a long time ago." Brenda protested.
"It's okay. As long as you still have the sash. Because I have this recurring dream, and it's you, in nothing but your Miss Atlanta sash. The rest, I'll have to show you." Sharon idly toyed with Brenda's hair as she spoke.
"Well, fortunately for you, it's packed away somewhere at my parent's house."
"Mmm. Good. I also have plans for that red dress."
"Oh?" Brenda asked.
"You have no idea. When you were leaning over the table in the media room, and I was behind you, all I could think about was sliding the dress up, and…well, as I said. I have plans." Sharon chuckled as Brenda flushed.
"Great minds, then." Brenda retorted, then yawned hugely.
"Sleepy already?"
"Well, wine and a workout. I'm not as young as I used to be. But I just need a power nap, and then…I too, have plans."
"You're younger than I am."
"Hush. I'm napping." Brenda snuggled closer to Sharon, and Sharon pulled the covers up, settling into the embrace, and closing her own eyes. They could talk later.