“Here, why don’t you take off your blouse? It’ll feel better,” she said and Serena glanced over her shoulder at the woman.
“Uh, I don’t think that’s necessary,” she laughed nervously. “Besides, anyone could walk by and see,” she finished, swallowing the melon-sized ball of fearful anticipation of what could happen.
“No worries. The door’s locked, windows tinted. Just relax. And enjoy,” Cree replied easily, moving in front of Serena.
With their eyes locked, with the clarity in Cree’s eyes easy to discern, her hand grazed the top of Serena’s breasts, fingering her through the silk of her blouse before slipping the buttons free. Her gaze remained steady on Serena’s as she slowly unclipped the front closure on Serena’s bra, allowing her breasts to tumble free. Serena felt ready to explode from the sheer eroticism of what she was allowing—freely participating in—to naturally unfold.
The corners of Cree’s lips lifted in a smile of appreciation as she thumbed one of Serena’s turgid nipples, teasing them to tighten to the point of near pain. She leaned down and captured one of the erect, stiff buds, swabbing it with her tongue, before carefully taking it in her mouth and suckling the nipple, deeply.
Serena grasped her by the back of her short cropped head and pulled her closer as jolts of electricity wildly arced from her nipples to her pussy, while the woman milked, pulled and tugged, alternating her attention from one breast to the other.
Releasing her suctioning hold on her breasts, Cree stepped in closer between Serena’s legs, bumping them further apart, her hands coming to rest on the top of her thighs as she continued to minister to her breasts.
With her breath caught in her throat, nostrils flaring as she inhaled the woman’s unique scent deeply into her lungs, Serena released appreciative moans of delight. In heated anticipation she felt Cree’s small hands, caress up the length of her thighs before shoving her skirt to her waist. Cree leaned close, her upper body pressed against hers, and whispered hotly in her ear, “What do you want from me, Serena? Say it,” she demanded, softly. “Say what you want. What you need. Just once. Say it…Just once,” she encouraged.
“I need to feel you,” Serena bit out, harshly, her body trembling, so desperate was her need.
“Then show me,” Cree replied and grasped her earlobe between her teeth, sucking the flesh. Serena cried out in passionate disbelief at the flood of cream from her pussy as it ran down her thighs, from the simple act.
Serena reached between their bodies and clumsily unbuttoned Cree’s starched white blouse. Cree laughed a tinkling laugh when Serena mumbled an apology as several of the buttons got torn away in her haste to rid her of her blouse.
The minute Serena felt her large perfectly round breasts spill from beneath the blouse, she groaned and pushed away from the barstool, allowing it to tumble back with a clang to the floor as she moved as close as she could to the other woman, their breasts pressed tightly against each other.
Cree placed her hands beneath the globes of Serena’s buttocks, squeezing and kneading the twin spheres. Mouths met in a desperate clash of need and lust and the women tumbled to the carpeted floor of the bar, Cree landing with a laugh on top of Serena. She leaned away and reached behind her body, unbuttoning her skirt and shoving it from her body before returning to straddle Serena.
With a sexy smile on her pretty lips, she bunched Serena’s skirt up higher, exposing her further, and one of her fingers pulled at the elastic band of Serena’s panties. She kept her eyes locked on Serena’s as her hand slipped further inside her panties, tunneling through the trimmed hair surrounding Serena’s mound.
When her index finger found the pulse of her pussy and swirled around the slick, stiff, blood-filled clit, Serena released a small mewling cry from behind clenched teeth, her body humming with desire.
Cree kept her gaze locked with Serena’s and slipped her fingers between her drenched folds.
“Oh, God. This feels so good,” Serena whispered, barely able to speak past the lump in her throat as Cree’s fingers dipped in and out of her slick core, stroking her clit, rubbing her juices over and around the plump bud.
While Cree’s hand continued to toy and play with her pussy, the other hand wrapped around the back of Serena’s head, and she lay down on top of her. Serena had been expecting a rough, hard kiss, but when their lips met in a kiss so soft, so sweet, Serena felt tears sting the back of her eyes, forcing her to close them in near sensual agony. She felt one lone tear escape and travel down her face.
Cree released her lips and whispered against the corner of her mouth, “Sssh, it’s okay.” And her tongue snaked out to kiss the tear away, before she licked the corner of Serena’s lips, easing between the seam of her mouth, stroking her lower lip in soft scissoring movements, silently asking for admittance into her mouth.
This close to her, Cree’s scent, both feminine and sweet, while at the same time earthy and raw, wrapped around Serena, sealing them in a heady cocoon of lust, want and desperate need.
“I’m going to make you come. Do you want to come, Serena?”
Mindless, Serena tossed her head back and forth, mewling and crying as the woman continued to finger-fuck her, the look in her whiskey-colored eyes intense, passionate…primal.
At the same time she whispered the demand, she eased her fingers from Serena’s dripping pussy, despite Serena’s cry of denial, and snaked her body down until she reached the V of Serena’s legs.
She ripped Serena’s panties from her body, and shoving her legs up, until her feet were planted on the floor, she placed her entire mouth over Serena’s pussy, shoved her tongue deep inside her cunt and licked, laved, and nibbled at her.
“Yes!” Serena screamed, clamping her legs close together alongside Cree’s face, bracketing her, keeping her right where Serena wanted—needed—her to be.
Cree separated Serena’s slick folds, spreading her pussy lips wide and pulled her closer. The heel of her other hand above her pelvic bone pressed lightly, while she paid homage to her pussy, lapping up the cream that now so freely streamed down the insides of her thighs.
Dear, God, Serena thought, she was lapping it up like it was some type of nectar straight from heaven.
She bucked against her talented tongue, squirming and rooting on her face, trying to get closer, urging, no, demanding her, to take it to the next level and give her the completion she needed.
Cree ignored her.
Instead, she continued her sensual teasing, paying no heed to her silent plea, taking her time with Serena, stroking her cunt in smooth easy glides. Serena wanted to cry, die, something. Her body was taut like the strings on some forgotten old guitar, the pleasure was so intense. She didn’t know how much more she could take. On and on she lapped in slow, leisurely caresses, her face buried deep between her legs.