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Part 3
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The wooden ceiling, white exposed beams, was bathed in the soft light of the early morning sun, the wide gap between the thin curtains that ran from the ceiling to the floor permitting a slip of light. Wind from an open window danced in among the fabric, the curtain rustling as it moved inwards and swept with it air smelling faintly of the sea. The light shimmered in Sharon's hair as the woman licked Madeline's sex, the other woman's hands in a gentle caress above Madeline's trimmed patch of pubic hair. Golden and reddish, deep chocolate and shimmery bronze, captivating as Madeline looked on with parted lips and a noticeable pant.
Was there a better way to bring in morning and a new day than with one orgasm already in house, the next one rolling up with a promise of tidal proportion?
Madeline licked her lower lip, her eyelids closing of their own accord, darkness prompt. Every impression but Sharon's mouth on her clit floundered away; losing in court against David Ahmed, the boring, self-important jerk who'd had the audacity to invite Madeline out for a congratulatory coffee; the heated discussion with Sharon Raydor the night before that had only ended in perturbed annoyance and a half-assed, passive-aggressive attempt at sex; the slight pounding in her right temple that still persisted and threatened to break out in a fully fledged ache. Madeline left it all behind – shoved it forcefully away – and instead she concentrated solely on the approaching second orgasm.
It peaked through the haze of the last one, promising to be even sharper in its plunging break.
Madeline had woken up to an amorous Sharon Raydor nuzzling her small nose against the nook of Madeline's neck, her full lips leaving deep kisses along Madeline's jaw and her slender fingers caressing the side of Madeline's inner thigh in a manner that only expedited arousal to quiver through Madeline's lower abdomen, tightening and blossoming on top of already heightened senses. Perhaps horny was a more apt description of the woman, Madeline mused.
The white sheet they had slept with throughout the humid night, now tangled in their legs and between their bodies, the stark white material cool against the nude color of skin. A barrier until Sharon swept it away with a sly smile, the play of light in her eyes momentarily reminding Madeline of a feline, cunning and playful.
No, with her eyes closed Madeline's senses were more alert. There was only the igniting sensation of Sharon's head between her inner thighs, Madeline's feet sliding down the woman's hips and buttocks as she let out tension through flexing the muscles in her calves, enjoying being able to feel the body of her lover beneath her skin. The bed was thankfully large enough, Sharon outstretched, her toes just on the brink of the bed. Darkness was full with her eyes closed, and as such there was only the touch of lips and tongue, nipping gently and kissing with fervor, licking a path that tumbled into Madeline like waves on the shore. Every lick hit home, every touch made her stomach quiver and every kiss curled through her body in ecstasy.
When two fingers teased around her opening and then slipped in deep before going out and then going in again, wet lips sucking Madeline's clit into velvety softness, the pressure inside Madeline's body skyrocketed and for a split second Madeline felt unable to move by the sheer intensity of it.
Sharon's slender fingers went in and out, in and out – a pause as the woman shifted her body and found a more suitable angle before she resumed, in and out, her mouth alternating between different strokes, licking in precise patterns that felt deliberate to the point of insane.
Madeline forgot to breathe, air caught in her chest and her hips rose slightly as she tried as inconspicuously as possible to bring more contact between her clit and Sharon's mouth, the warmth of her own center and that of Sharon's mouth delirious.
Sharon hastened her tempo; she licked more deliberately and stroked the inside of Madeline's walls as she slid her fingers in and out, the friction of the curling digits enough to push Madeline to the edge of contractions. Madeline could feel the inner muscles of her vagina tense up, building momentum to squeeze around Sharon's fingers, just on the very tipping point of clamping down.
Sharon flicked her tongue against Madeline's clit.
Madeline came hard.
She came with her hand in Sharon's tresses, all fingers clenched around the other woman's hair, nails scraping against the woman's scalp. Her mouth agape as shrill moans ebbed out, the feeling coursing through her and then subsiding, slowly.
Everything, every trouble and every petty annoyance, had blissfully slipped her mind, and all she could focus on was trying to breathe through the feeling of near explosion.
Sharon kissed Madeline's inner thigh, the wet lips soft and comforting as they pressed into Madeline's skin with adoration.
Then the brunette crawled up from the junction of Madeline's thighs, the woman warm and heavy as she nestled atop Madeline and bestowed another warm kiss to Madeline's neck. Madeline spread her legs even more and then entangled them around Sharon's middle, happy to pull her lover's body closer.
The other woman leaned in and captured Madeline's lips.
"Good morning," Sharon mumbled between another heavy kiss, the woman's voice husky.
Madeline smiled and trailed her fingers down the woman's spine, "Morning." She was thankful Sharon had been able to stay the night.
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Paragon was packed; the maître d' a fluster as she buzzed to and fro with a boisterous smile, the bar blaring upbeat jazz and almost overbooked with waiting customers chatting in high tones and nibbling generously on the spiced nuts situated in trays along the bar counter in a fashion that belied strategy.
Sharon took an appreciative sip of the Riesling she had ordered as she waited with Madeline Morgan for a table. The bar stools were high and Sharon had to cross one leg over the other, the hem of her dress sliding up from her knees and exposing an inch of her bare thighs. She leaned her elbow on the bar counter, her eyes on Madeline and the identical pose. The other woman caressed the sides of the identical glass of Riesling she had in her palm, polished nails and a Cheshire smile that matched the intimate, evening light throughout the restaurant. Madeline leaned in close for conversation, the woman's sharp mouth curled around a familiar smile.
Sharon smiled back and leaned towards the lawyer in co conspiracy, the scent of perfume more poignant the closer she was to the other woman. A voluptuous scent that clung heavy to skin, strong when Sharon had leaned in to kiss the other woman's cheek in greeting, reminiscent of the way it felt to lie naked with the other woman in bed, only skin and sweat and the remnant of perfume between them.
The red-head had let her hair down, the red color starker and more vivid in the light of the bar, curls coiled in among other curls, impossible to gather where one ended and another began, bouncy when the lawyer moved her head to sip the wine in her glass.
Sharon appreciated the dark navy dress the other woman had chosen, sleeveless and adorned waistline. The back was exposed, the line slipping just above Madeline's shoulder blades. Armani, if Sharon's wasn't mistaken, the shoes suede pumps in black. Madeline had replaced her usual gold necklace with antiquated, agate earrings instead, the gold amber flickering occasionally when they caught the light.
The Riesling was dry upon Sharon's tongue, the glass with condensed drops of water on its sides and chill against her fingers when she lifted it to her lips.
There was a peculiar and satisfying freedom that came with dating the other woman, surprising really and maybe then not that surprising when Sharon mused about it.
Sharon found herself smiling and laughing in the lawyer's company, genuinely feeling exhilarated and in high spirits. The hand Madeline consistently lay on Sharon exposed knee was a warm welcome tonight. The touch was exciting as it tingled and warmed, possessive in the intimate way it was interpreted by others, and even knowing this, Sharon wanted the hand no place else than on her knee.
When her thoughts deviated and took a detour to other places she wouldn't mind Madeline's hand either, her lower abdomen simmered with arousal at the prospect and Sharon quickly took two prolonged gulps of her wine to douse the heat that warmed her cheeks. The Riesling only went to her head, a light buzz and she knew from Madeline's stare that she was doing a poor job of hiding her feelings.
Feeling bold beyond comparison, Sharon leaned further in and then captured Madeline's lips in a soft, brief kiss, able to taste the wine in the shared touch. There was something smooth and silky about Madeline's lips; the other woman's mouth delectable in a way Sharon had never really felt about lips before, or at least not in a long time. Plush to the point of butter soft, pliable and moist, slightly cold from sipping chill wine and salty from nipping salted peanuts.
Sharon leaned back with a satisfied, somewhat shy smile, altogether enthralled that she had managed to surprise the other woman.
"Captain Raydor?"
Sharon's stomach dropped at her rank, the gruff tone unmistakable.
She turned her head at the couple being seated next to her, two bar stools vacated.
"Captain Taylor," Sharon greeted the officer from Robbery/Homicide, her tone smooth and sincere.
The man smiled back in the same practiced, faintly conniving smile he had always directed at her, his wife at his shoulder with a curious glance. Madeline's hand was still on Sharon's knee, warm and comforting – and leaving no doubt behind for the couple, even if they had not witnessed the kiss.
"It's commander, now," Taylor told her, the proud, self-indulgent smirk not to miss.
Sharon already knew this – she did not work in internal affairs for nothing – and yet, she knew the promotion was not yet public knowledge and that Chief Pope had yet to actually sign the upgrade in the Robbery/Homicide captain's rank.
"Well," Sharon smiled, her hand finding Madeline's hand on her own knee and slipping between the woman's fingers, "congratulation, commander."
The man beamed, his wife's expression identical.
They exchanged further pleasantries and Sharon introduced Madeline, aware that the squint Taylor tried to mask was fully aware of context. For god's sake, the man knew her husband – her separated, absent husband, she reminded herself.
"Another lawyer, huh," Taylor joked, dark eyes briefly on Sharon's crossed legs and Madeline's hand.
The joke fell flat, well mostly, the awkward cough from Taylor's wife mixing with Madeline's high chuckle. Sharon only cleared her throat with a hum, and then tried to adopt a serene expression even if she felt like perfecting her lips into a snarl.
Relief was sharp when the maître d' finally declared a table ready for two; Sharon and Madeline quickly bid the couple farewell and then strode to a table in the back with their half empty glasses of Riesling. Madeline steered Sharon with a warm, guiding hand to her back, at the low point of her spine. The gesture was calming and the table was thankfully far away from the bar.
"What a git," Madeline commented the moment they were out of hearing range, the two of them sitting down at a white clothed table, a delicate flower arrangement in the middle and new candles burning.
Sharon couldn't help the chuckle, "Oh, you have no idea."
"I know the git practically asphyxiated on his own spittle when he mentioned his promotion."
Sharon squeezed Madeline's hand, inexplicable happy for the woman's company.
They scooted their chairs closer, and then with menu cards open in front of them, the conversation continued,
"So," Madeline pursed her lips in contemplation, "I guess you are out at work, hmm."
Sharon smiled, "I am in internal affairs, Counselor, the grapevine has never been remotely compassionate where it concerns me; they already think I am playing for the other team."
Madeline shook her head, amused, "I never thought it would be possible but you, darling, are more unpopular than even me."
"I don't need to be popular," Sharon admitted, "in fact, being popular would only stand in my way. I do much better with unpopular. Being feared and gossiped about, it's a freedom in some aspects. I'm free to be a bitch."
"I do so enjoy you when you are a right bitch," Madeline retorted with a wry tone.
"I bet you do," Sharon pursed her lips.
"You know," Madeline grinned in a conspicuous manner, "I'm certain you are about to be popular in someone's fantasy, requisite girl on girl play. That commander git got a good look in."
Sharon felt her throat closing up at the notion, "Please, don't ruin my appetite."
Madeline laughed and then leaned in to whisper, "At least you are popular in my dreams, hmm."
Sharon smiled, her eyes on the menu as she felt her cheeks warm up.
Under the table she felt Madeline's fingers entwine with her own.
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Madeline rolled Sharon onto to her back, the other woman easily pinned down with a loose grip around slim wrists, easily muffled with a hard kiss – and then easily excited and roused with two fingers pushed into her vagina – Madeline's fingers embedded deep in the woman's wet, velvety core, inner muscles slick with moisture.
Madeline curled the tip of her fingers and caressed the insides before she withdrew them, and then she licked the coating off her fingers, a challenging eyebrow at the woman beneath her. Sharon pursed her mouth, wry amusement beneath rosy cheeks and reddened lips. Madeline kept her eyes on her lover, and then strategically slid her fingers along Sharon's inner thigh, leaving an invisible trail of wetness on the skin. Madeline trailed the pad of her index finger around Sharon's clit, purposefully skirting the bud, the woman's expression on the brink of impatience.
She kissed Sharon again, drew the woman's soft bottom mound in between her teeth and bit down till she heard the growl in the woman's chest, naked breasts arching into Madeline, nipples hardened in thrill.
"I am going to make you come so hard," Madeline told her police captain, "so hard, sweetheart."
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