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On any given day before that evening, Tally Craven would have been inclined to agree with Sarah Alder’s statement that the best part is in the wanting. After all, she had been in a few situations where her desires had stoked the heat in her core and when it came down to it, those fires had never been satisfactorily extinguished.
But that was before.
When Sarah Alder, breath-taking and demanding and strong in all the right ways, asked Tally if she’d like to spend the night in her bed, Tally’s voice had failed her. After a moment in which she struggled to get her constricted throat to allow even a syllable to escape, she nodded, far too enthusiastically to be cool, and leaned in to chase a kiss that she had yet to receive.
Sarah, smirking, pulled away at the last second, using the hand in Tally’s hair to hold her still and prevent her from getting what she craved.
“Patience.” Sarah purred and Tally licked her lips and swallowed. When she finally spoke, it came out so strangled that she barely recognised it as her own.
“Take me home, Sarah.” Then, when Sarah continued to smirk, biting her lip, Tally lowered her voice to a dark whisper. “Please.”
Sarah’s fingers loosened in Tally’s hair and a thumb danced over her cheekbone as she cupped her face.
“Do you need to find your friends before we leave?”
Tally shook her head gently.
“I’ll text them.”
“So eager…” Sarah’s thumb skimmed over her cheekbone again, and then her fingers were tracing her jaw, down her throat and along the neckline of her yellow sun dress, slowly and softly. All the fine hairs across Tally’s skin stood to attention and she found she was holding her breath. “We don’t need to rush this, Tally. In fact, I prefer it. I don’t think you’re anywhere near desperate enough yet.”
Tally’s eyes fluttered closed and she inhaled. Fuck. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
“Exactly how desperate do I have to be before you’ll kiss me?”
“Do you want me to kiss you, Tally?”
“Yes.” Tally breathed it out and Sarah shifted closer her fingers shifting the ruffled strap of Tally’s dress a little further off her shoulder. Her thumb skimmed over the bare skin.
“Where?” Sarah leaned in slowly and Tally’s eyes fluttered in anticipation. Sarah ducked her head and pressed a kiss to Tally’s shoulder lightly. “Here?”
Her lips pressed again halfway between shoulder and neck.
“Here?”
Tally tilted her head towards her other shoulder as Sarah’s lips pressed against the base of her neck, giving her more space.
“Here?”
“Goddess…” Tally croaked out as Sarah’s lips shifted halfway up her neck, pressing another kiss there. “You’re killing me. Please, kiss me properly.”
Sarah’s lips teased her jaw, lightly at first, and then her teeth grazed in the ghost of a bite. Her fingers tangled into Tally’s hair again and she brought her head closer.
“Here?”
“No…”
Sarah’s lips shifted and now they pressed even more lightly at the corner of Tally’s lips.
“What about here?”
A strangled whimper escaped Tally as she tilted her head, seeking Sarah’s lips, her nose brushing against the other woman’s.
“Please…”
Sarah’s breath tickled her lips and Tally could barely focus on anything but the hard thumping of her heart against her ribs and the way the woman felt so close and how she smelled so good even with the light tang of fresh sweat from dancing earlier… Tally closed her eyes and tilted her head just as Sarah closed the distance between them and finally, with the softest touch, kissed her.
Tally's lips parted at the first brush of Sarah’s lips against hers and she let out an involuntary and soft sigh. Sarah’s lips kissed her top lip, then her bottom, so lightly as if she were afraid Tally would break. But that was not the case. Tally could feel it in the way that Sarah’s fingers slid back into her hair, at the base of her skull and tugged, eliciting a sharp gasp from the redhead. Sarah’s tongue flicked out, tracing her lips as if memorising their shape of them, and then she caught Tally’s bottom lip between her teeth and sucked. Tally’s entire attention honed in on her, just her, as she moaned. Shifting closer, Tally’s hand gripped Sarah’s thigh for support as Sarah released her bottom lip, leaving it swollen. Tally’s eyes opened for a moment and she found blue eyes with impossibly large iris’ staring back at her from under long, dark lashes. Then she melted into Sarah again, as the woman claimed her lips with new desire; less soft, less restrained. Fingers scratched against Tally’s scalp as Sarah’s lips tugged whimpering sighs from her, and Tally’s nails dug into fabric and thigh. She wanted to be closer. She needed to be closer.
Forgetting her surroundings, Tally found herself crawling onto Sarah’s lap, desperate for more. Sarah chuckled into their kiss until Tally lowered herself, straddling Sarah’s thighs and tangled her fingers in dark hair. Sarah’s own hands found purchase on bare thighs, just above the knee, and she slid them upward to the hem of Tally’s dress, halting with her fingers underneath the fabric and her thumbs skating over hot skin on the inside of her leg. When Tally broke the kiss, gasping for air, her eyes tightly closed where she could see stars in the darkness, Sarah’s lips trailed kisses up her jaw to her ear.
“Tally Craven…” Sarah tutted slowly, teasingly and Tally’s heart stuttered before thundering so loud that she almost couldn’t hear the next words. “You are quite unexpected.”
Tally let her eyes flutter open as she pulled back a little to look down at the woman.
“I could say the same about you.”
Sarah’s lips twitched and Tally was pleased to see that they were looking almost as pink and swollen as hers felt.
“You knew the moment you saw me that I was capable of all manner of things. But you… sweet dimples, beguiling brown eyes like the first cup of coffee in my day… you’re the definition of why we should never judge books by their covers.” Sarah’s lips captured Tally’s again; a chaste kiss that left her wanting more. “But I knew.”
Sarah’s fingers tightened around Tally’s thighs and the younger woman suddenly realised what she was doing in a very public place. Looking around, a dark blush suddenly flooded her skin, she was relieved to note that no one seemed to be paying them any attention in their secluded booth. She looked back at Sarah.
“I think I got a little… carried away.” She shifted on Sarah’s lap, knowing she should probably get off it, no matter how good it felt.
“It’s good to know I can have that effect on you,” Sarah smirked as her thumbs soothed Tally’s skin. She only pressed lightly, but it felt as though she were holding Tally in place. As though she didn’t want to lose the weight and heat of her yet. “But perhaps you’d prefer to get carried away somewhere a little more private?”
“Yes,” Tally nodded. “Yes, I really would.”
“My place?” Sarah’s hands flexed and slid upwards another inch, under the hem of Tally’s dress. “Or yours?”
“I think you mentioned something about me spending the night in your bed…” Tally mused, shifting on Sarah’s thighs, feeling the warm pool of arousal in her underwear clinging to her curls, dampening the fabric that covered her even more.
“That I did.” Sarah’s hands slid further and then around, cupping the globe of Tally’s ass and squeezing slightly, bringing her forward on her lap. Tally bit her lip. “That I did.”
Without warning, Sarah gripped her harder and, with a tensing of her thighs underneath Tally, she stood. Tally squeaked, clinging to her as she was lifted, her legs automatically hooking around Sarah’s waist as gravity threatened them.
“Oh my god! Put me down!” Tally laughed, still clinging like a monkey to a branch. The people surrounding them glanced over, but she found that she couldn’t care less. Sarah Alder’s hands gripped her ass, her forearms pressed against her thighs, holding her steadily without a single tremor. Even her expression, a delighted smirk, had not faltered for a second. It was as if Tally weighed nothing. As though Sarah was an Amazon, as her friends had said. Tally found, as Sarah’s hands slowly skated over her skin as she lowered her to the floor, that she hadn’t minded being lifted at all.
“Consider that my response to your tree pun earlier,” Sarah smirked, her hands possessive on Tally’s waist. “And a preview of what I can do, for later.”
“Can later be now?”
Sarah’s laugh rang out again and she lifted Tally’s bag from the table, handing it to her.
“It can, my impatient little sprite.”
***
Tally had glanced around the club as they left; a vague and somewhat short attempt to see her friends before she left. She hadn’t, but she didn’t mind. She’d already sent them a text to let them know that she was going home with the hottest woman in the building and should not be disturbed.
Outside, the chill settled her raging libido slightly, until Sarah’s arm snaked around her and pulled her into her side.
“Stay close, Tally.”
“Afraid I’ll change my mind?”
“Not at all.” Sarah arched an eyebrow as she smirked down at her. “But if you do, that is okay.”
“A real gentlewoman.”
“Hardly.” Sarah’s tone was silky, teasing and low and Tally shivered again, which only made the older woman pull her closer. “I just happen to think that there’s nothing sexier than a woman consenting, wholeheartedly, to my depravity.”
“What kind of depravity?” Tally’s voice came out like a whisper as they walked down the road, dodging tipsy party-goers and late-night wanderers. She could feel Sarah’s warmth radiating through her jacket and Tally had never felt so desperate to be at someone else’s house as she was now.
Sarah didn’t answer, at least, not until she’d tugged Tally down a small side alley and pressed her against the wall. Tally’s breath caught, blue eyes staring into her with slight wrinkles at the corners, as Sarah smiled.
“I should tell you that I have no intention of doing anything particularly… depraved, to you tonight.” Her fingers traced Tally’s face, running over her lip so lightly that it felt like a breath. “I intend to take my time with you, make you feel good. Worship my sun goddess.”
Tally shivered again and bit her lip as Sarah’s fingers trailed down her throat.
“I’m okay with that.”
“Only okay?” Sarah’s nose brushed Tally’s as her fingers traced over her collarbone.
“I’d be okay with you being depraved too.”
Sarah’s eyes closed and she inhaled slowly. Tally, taking advantage of the moment and a sliver of bravery, leaned in and brushed her lips over Sarah’s jaw. The older woman’s breath staggered, and Tally let her tongue wet the bone line before nipping at it lightly. Sarah’s skin was soft and Tally’s mouth watered, wanting more of her. She ducked her head to kiss her neck, feeling the swallow she caused, the way that Sarah’s pulse quickened. Sarah’s hand, once exploratory, now gripped her shoulder as though she needed support. Tally was spurred on by the knowledge and kissed her pulse point, before baring her teeth and sucking at her tendon. Sarah hissed and her other hand tightened on Tally’s hip, pressing her further into the wall. Her thigh pressed between Tally’s, who released her hold on her neck and tried not to be too enthusiastic or obvious as she pushed herself against the strong thigh. She soothed the redness of Sarah’s neck with her tongue, pressing another kiss to it and purring happily, noting that it would likely bruise. Then she looked back at Sarah and her heart skipped a beat.
Dark eyes were ablaze; the clear blue turned to storm and hunger as Sarah stared down at her. It was like looking into the eyes of a wolf, and for a moment Tally felt a thrill of danger strike through her.
“Sorry,” she murmured, although she wasn’t. “I got a little carried away.”
“Carried away.” Sarah’s voice was husky, rough and her fingers dug possessively into Tally’s hips on both sides. “If you were mine…”
“Yes?” Tally’s blood was rushing and everything but the sound of Sarah’s voice seemed muffled. Her eyelids fluttered, heavy, and she could feel the heat in her body thrumming like a steady pulse. She wanted nothing more than to be Sarah’s in this moment.
“If you were mine…” Sarah’s voice was softer as she released one of Tally’s hips and cupped her jaw with the hand instead, her thumb running over her skin and leaving hairs standing to attention in its wake. The honeyed tone didn’t seem any less dangerous, in fact, Tally felt even more like she was completely at this woman’s mercy. “I would lift up the skirt of this pretty dress of yours and have you right here, right now. Where anyone could find us. Hear us. I’d curl my fingers inside you, fuck you so nicely that you’d beg me for more, but I wouldn’t give you what you want. What you need. I’d keep you on the edge until you were a quivering mess who’d come at just one more slow thrust, and then I’d slide out of you, suck the evidence of you from my fingers, and make you walk the rest of the way home still clenching, desperate for your orgasm and knowing you won’t get it because you were. So. Very. Naughty.”
Tally’s knees had buckled and she sucked in a breath, suddenly aware that she’d stopped breathing at some point. Sarah’s eyes stared steadily down at her, waiting for her reaction and Tally realised that this was just the tip of the iceberg. She’d asked, so Sarah had shown her just a sliver of what she’d meant when she’d said she was depraved. This was a drop in the bucket. Tally swallowed.
“I…”
Sarah’s thumb stroked smoothly over her skin and she hummed soothingly.
“Nothing will happen that you don’t want, Tally Craven. If you are uncomfortable, you only need to say.”
“I’m not uncomfortable,” Tally managed to choke out. She didn’t know how to admit that tonight was the most turned-on she’d ever been in her entire life and Sarah hadn’t even touched her properly yet.
Sarah studied her intently, as though she were trying to tell if Tally was lying to or placating her. She seemed satisfied, however, and smiled.
“Good. That’s good.” Her thumb brushed Tally’s lip and then she leaned in and kissed her, gently. “I won’t hurt you, sweet one.”
“I’m not that sweet,” Tally smirked as she kissed Sarah again, nipping at her bottom lip for good measure.
“No?” Sarah’s lips curled into a wolfish smirk. “I’m sure you taste sweet enough.”
“Take me home and find out.”
Tally’s brazen response only seemed to amuse Sarah and she pressed one last kiss to her lips before tugging her from the wall by her hand and leading them back out onto the main road. It could have been Tally’s imagination, but she thought they were walking a little faster than before.
It wasn’t that long of a walk, but Tally felt that it had been forever when they stopped at an expensive-looking building with a doorman. She opened her mouth to comment, to ask Sarah if this was really where she lived, but then Sarah was passing through the door and pressing the button for the elevator. Tally looked around, her hand still clasped by Sarah’s strong, cool grip and swallowed.
“Are you rich or something like that?”
“Something like that,” Sarah replied, the corners of her lips curling. “Too rich for your tastes?”
“Only if we get in there and you’ve got a gold bathtub or something.”
Sarah chuckled.
“No gold bathtub. I promise.”
The elevator arrived and the pair stepped inside. As soon as the doors closed, Tally expected Sarah to be on her again, as she’d been in the alley, but the woman stayed surprisingly still. Tally snuck glances at her and watched as her lips twitched into a little smirk. Tally’s eyes shot back to the door again, caught.
“You’re wondering why I’m not touching you.”
“Yes.”
“The camera footage from this building is stored for a year before it’s deleted, with no exceptions. So, if you want what I intend to do to you to be accessible by our security at any point…”
“No, no, I’m good.” Tally’s blush had spread from her cheeks to down her neck, and she fanned herself.
“You really are adorable.”
“Stop. I feel like I’m going to combust.”
“Tally…” Sarah’s voice was soft and as the elevator shuddered to a stop and the doors opened with a ding, she reached out and took Tally’s hand, leading her gently out into a well-lit corridor. “Do you want to continue?”
“Yes. Why do you keep asking me?”
“Because I want you to know that you can leave at any time. We can stop at any point. We only just met, and I want you to be crystal clear on my intentions.”
“And what are your intentions?” Tally asked as they stopped in front of a door and Sarah swiped a key card. The sound of the lock clicking caused anticipation to spark in Tally’s stomach and she watched intently as Sarah pressed on the handle, opening the door by a few inches before fixing Tally with a smirk.
“To leave no inch of you untouched. To make you tremble, beg and come so many times that you forget what it feels like to not be in my arms. To worship you into the early hours, let you rest when the sun begins to rise and then kiss you goodbye.”
“Goodbye?” Tally breathed. Sarah’s eyes traced over her face and then her lips parted.
“As delightful as you are, Tally…” Her hand reached up and cupped Tally’s jaw, her thumb stroking over her bottom lip. “I will let you go after tonight and I doubt we will see each other again. If we do, at Beltane or elsewhere, I would not attempt anything like this again.”
Tally stared up at Sarah, the words of her friends echoing in her ears as her heart sank. They were convinced she needed a one-night stand to shake off the cobwebs and Tally had always preferred to look for love. But something about Sarah stirred something primal in her, and the thought of leaving now, because there was no future with the woman, left a cold, sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.
“Tally?” Sarah murmured, her thumb stroking over her cheek. “Is that going to be a problem for you?”
Tally looked up into Sarah’s eyes and felt her resolve set.
“No. No problem at all.”
***
Sarah’s apartment was sharp, clean and minimalist. It looked like a show home before the sale and Tally found herself hesitating before putting down her bag, afraid to leave so much as a fingerprint on the granite worktop.
“Would you like a drink?” Sarah asked, watching Tally’s curious eyes skating around the apartment with amusement. Tally nodded distractedly.
“Please.”
Fingers caught her chin and turned her attention back to blue eyes and Tally’s breath caught in her throat.
“What’s your poison?”
“Uh… what do you have?”
Sarah’s lips curled in amusement and she looked down at Tally’s mouth, skating her thumb over the bottom lip and tugging it down. Tally inhaled shakily.
“Wine.” For a moment, Tally thought that it was an instruction, felt the pressure of the potential sound in her throat on command, and then it died as Sarah continued. “Gin. Beer. Water. Coffee. Tea.”
“I, uh… water. Water would be great right now. Thank you.”
“Sensible girl.” Sarah released Tally’s chin and headed to the sink, opening the cabinet door above to pull out a glass. “If music would help you relax, you’re welcome to choose some.”
She looked over her shoulder and gestured to a sound system. Tally took the hint, grateful for the opportunity to distract herself from Sarah and the nervous excitement inside her own stomach. She padded over to it and studied the screen, scrolling through playlists that Sarah seemed to have crafted for an evening just like this. Tally wondered how often she did this. Went to bars and picked up women, brought them back for a night after making them lose all their senses…
She pressed play as soon as she recognised a song, not wanting to take too long in case Sarah started asking her if she was nervous again. Smooth, sensual music began to play from the speakers and Tally turned to find Sarah leaning against the kitchen island, watching her with a smirk, a glass of water in her hand. She stepped forward, reaching out and taking it, grateful for the cool clearness that a sip provided.
“Thank you.”
“Good choice,” Sarah purred, her hands resting lightly on the surface on either side of her. Her fingers tapped along with the beat and then she lifted them, one hand sliding over Tally’s hips and pulling her closer. “Would you like to dance again, Tally Craven?”
Tally swallowed, nodded and Sarah’s fingers hooked the glass from her hand, placing it down. She guided Tally backwards slowly, a sway in her hips, and Tally slid her hands up to Sarah’s shoulders. Everything, since they’d entered the apartment, felt like they were in that breath you take before you do something big, and Tally’s nerves thrummed with anticipation. Sarah tugged her closer still until they were moulded together, Tally’s heart beating against her chest so hard that she was sure the other woman could feel it. Fingers danced over the fabric of her dress, following the curve of her back, then her hips and Sarah’s nose brushed against hers. Tally found herself leaning in for a kiss and this time she wasn’t denied. Sarah’s lips brushed hers, followed by her tongue and Tally parted her lips, allowing her entry. Sarah’s fingers tangled into her hair, holding her there as she kissed Tally breathless until all her nerves had been replaced by desire. She let her fingers push at Sarah’s blazer, and the woman chuckled against her lips, pulling back a little to help her remove it.
“Impatient little thing, aren’t you?”
“You said you wanted me desperate.”
“Hmmm.” Sarah hummed, depositing the jacket on a chair and returning her hands to Tally’s hips. “And are you desperate, Tally?”
Tally nodded, swallowing as Sarah turned her around and pressed her back against her body. Lips brushed Tally’s ear, sending a wave of heat through her and she immediately arched her neck to give the woman all the access she could need.
“Such a willing one, aren’t you?” The breath tickled Tally’s ear and then she found the space behind it being kissed, softly. “You’d do practically anything for me right now, as long as I promised to fuck you, wouldn’t you, Tally?”
Tally whimpered, nodding her head lightly. Fingers dug into her hips.
“Use your words.”
“Yes.” Tally whispered breathily. “Yes, I would.”
“Such a good girl,” Sarah purred, her lips trailing kisses down Tally’s neck. “Any limits I should know about?”
“I… don’t know…”
Sarah tsked, halting the progress of her lips.
“Think carefully.”
“I… don’t like being tied up. Nothing too… out there. Taboo.”
“Do you mind your wrists being restrained by my hands?” Tally shook her head, aware that Sarah’s lips had not returned to their spot on her skin yet. “What about being marked? Biting?”
“I… like that. A lot.”
“A lot hmm?” Sarah’s lips pressed a soft kiss to Tally’s shoulder at the base of her neck and then teeth grazed it lightly. “How much?”
“I like when… when there’s a mark for days afterwards. So if anyone saw it they’d know…” Tally trailed off, unsure about whether she’d given too much away. Sarah’s lips brushed against her ear again and the smallest, darkest chuckle sent a shiver through her.
“They’d know you were mine? Is that what you were going to say Tally?”
“Yes.”
“Mmm…” Sarah’s tongue curled the edge of Tally’s earlobe and then hot kisses replaced the light tingles left from her previous kisses. She spoke between each kiss, and her voice sounded more guttural, as though the thought of Tally being marked as hers had turned on Sarah as much as it had Tally. “Do you want to be mine, Tally?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Ask me nicely.” Sarah’s tongue swirled over the soft tender skin at the edge of the dress sleeve, and Tally pressed further back into Sarah’s solid figure, another whimper struggling to break free. “Ask me to mark you, Tally.”
“Please…” Tally trembled, her fingers digging into Sarah’s hand where it had come to rest, holding her tight, over her stomach. “Please mark me Sarah.”
“Oh…” A light kiss to that same spot, and Tally’s heart rate spiked, knowing that was where it was going to happen, if Sarah wanted to appease her. “I think you can ask better than that.”
She wanted Tally to beg. That’s what she’d said earlier, when they danced in this same position.
Unless you beg.
“Please!” Tally choked out. Everything seemed to hinge on this. On whether Sarah would leave a mark on her skin that she’d be able to take with her for days after this one night was over. Tally felt wetness pooling in her underwear at the thought of Sarah being able to have such a claim over her long after they’d parted ways; of her making one night stretch into days with a simple mark. “Fuck, Sarah, please. I want… I need you to mark me. I want to be able to…”
She blushed, her throat closing up. Sarah’s nose nuzzled her neck.
“Finish that sentence.”
It was murmured so low that Tally almost missed it over the blood rushing through her ears, but it was an unmistakable command.
“I want to…” Tally’s knees wobbled and Sarah’s hand pressed into her, holding her upright, holding her close.
“Tell. Me.”
Tally squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment. She was glad she wasn’t looking directly at Sarah.
“I want to feel it when I’m touching myself tomorrow, or the day after, or… when I can’t stop thinking about you fucking me and I just have to touch myself and think of this. I want to press your mark and feel like you’re behind me again.”
Sarah’s body stilled, just for a moment and then her teeth latched on to the soft skin between Tally’s neck and shoulder and she sucked, hard. Tally yelped, cried out and squirmed, but Sarah’s teeth didn’t release her. She sucked so hard that Tally was convinced she might have drawn blood, and a surprise flood of heat rolled through her as her head rolled further to the side. The pain was sharp and delicious, all rolled in to one and when Sarah’s teeth finally released her, Tally’s mind felt pleasantly numb. Sarah’s tongue pressed firmly into the mark and Tally hissed as she licked it, soothing her skin.
“God,” Tally choked out. Sarah chuckled into her neck, nipping at the skin but not lingering long enough to mark her there. Her hand slid down from Tally’s stomach, curving to the side to hold her at her hip.
“Are you wet, Tally?” Sarah’s voice was sinful and Tally whimpered at the sound of it.
“Yes.”
“How wet?”
“Touch me.”
“How. Wet?”
“I… I’m soaked.”
Sarah’s pleased chuckle purred against her again and Tally’s brain almost short-circuited. Sarah’s other hand dragged the sleeve of her dress down from her shoulder slowly, inch by inch, following it with kisses.
“Can you feel it on your thighs?”
“Yes.”
“Lift up your skirt.”
Sarah’s teeth nipped at her shoulder and Tally lowered shaking hands, dragging up the skirt of her dress. The arousal on her thighs cooled and she pressed them together, groaning. The hot arousal shifted in her underwear and she rolled her hips instinctually, pressing her ass back into Sarah.
“Touch yourself through your underwear.”
“Fuck…”
“Nice and slow, there’s a good girl.” Tally’s fist bunched up her skirt and the other hand strayed between her thighs. Her breath caught as she touched the material, only to find her fingers wet instantly. She rubbed experimentally and gasped, feeling her clit react; swollen and tender. “That’s it. Such a good girl for me, Tally.”
Tally whimpered, rolling her head back to rest on Sarah’s shoulder. The woman’s fingers continued to tug at the top of her dress, pulling down her bra strap with it, until both were half way down her bicep. Tally’s fingers rubbed and her hips began to roll into her touch, arousal flooding her. It wouldn’t take much for her to come like this, she knew, and she bit her bottom lip, hips jerking.
“Mmmm, you want to come so badly for me, don’t you?” Sarah’s hand slid around, pressing against her chest. Tally felt her heart thundering against the woman’s hand and turned her head, her nose brushing against the woman’s jaw.
“Yes. So. Much.”
“Should I let you?”
“Please.”
Sarah’s hand slid inside her bra and she cupped Tally’s breast, a finger either side of her taut nipple. Tally arched into her, groaning softly into the woman’s neck. She could taste her on her tongue. Fingers squeezed and Tally gasped as her nipple tightened even further at the pressure.
“Please what?”
“Please, Sarah. Let me come.”
“Say it again.”
“Please!” Tally whined as her hips started losing her rhythm. Her fingers were slow and torturous, but she was so turned on she’d come soon if Sarah didn’t-
Sarah’s fingers tweaked her nipple hard and Tally felt and heard the small growl against her ear.
“My name. Beg me to let you come with my name on your pretty lips.”
“Sarah!” Tally choked, her fingers rubbing faster. “Please, let me, I.. I’m going to-”
“Come for me, Tally.”
Tally’s hips jerked upwards as a shockwave hit her. Her orgasm rolled through her body and she was vaguely aware that she was crying out Sarah’s name as beads of hot arousal rolled down her thighs, overflowing from her underwear. Shivering, she leaned against Sarah’s strength, letting the last wave roll through her before shuddering and going slightly limp.
“Fuck.”
Sarah’s chuckle did little to help matters and Tally groaned, turning her head. Sarah’s nose bumped hers as she claimed Tally’s lips, and soon they were swollen and pink and desperate for more.
Tally’s knees stopped trembling, and Sarah seemed to sense it, because she released her lips with a soft tearing sound and turned her around walking her backwards until Tally felt her spine against the kitchen island.
“Let’s see what a mess you’ve made, shall we?” Sarah smirked. Before Tally could say anything, strong hands gripped her thighs and she felt herself lifted onto the granite worktop. So much for leaving fingerprints; the cold surface made her gasp and she flung out her hands to steady herself as Sarah pressed her thighs apart and stood between them. “But first…”
Sarah’s eyes were hungry as she tugged Tally’s dress further down and Tally found herself reaching around and scrambling to undo her bra. Sarah’s smirk told her that this was exactly what the woman wanted and Tally flushed as the other woman tugged it off impatiently the moment that the clasp was free. Bare to the waist, Tally lifted her arms to cover herself, but Sarah caught her, and lowered them again.
“Don’t you dare.” Her eyes roved over Tally’s breasts and her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. “You’re beautiful, Tally Craven.”
“I…” Tally ducked her head, wet her lips and then looked back up. “Thank you.”
The corners of Sarah’s lips curled and she leaned in, pressing a kiss to Tally’s lips before ducking her head and trailing a path over her chest. Tally leaned back, watching as Sarah reached her left breast and swirled her tongue around a nipple before taking it in her mouth. Tally arched, moaning, as Sarah sucked and tugged at the nipple with her teeth. She released it with a wet pop and surveyed her work.
“I wonder if I could make you come like this…” She mused, smirking, her fingers splayed on Tally’s thighs.
“I don’t think so. I mean, I’ve never been able to come without… uhm…” Sarah’s smirk only grew, but she waited patiently. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’ve turned into a blushing virgin around you.”
“It’s adorable.” Sarah cocked her head. “But you have far too filthy of a mouth when you’re begging to be a virgin.”
“You liked that?” Tally couldn’t help herself; she smirked. It felt good to know that she had an effect on Sarah. “What I said?”
Sarah’s tongue slid out and she slowly licked her lips, eyes trailing down Tally’s body and then back up again.
“Let me show you how much I enjoyed it.”
Her hands slid up Tally’s thighs, under the skirt of her dress and grasped the edges of her underwear. Tally lifted her hips with her gaze fixed on her lover and her throat thick, and Sarah slid them down, tugging off Tally’s shoes in the process.
“I-” Tally halted as Sarah’s gaze lingered on her, spread wide on the counter with everything on display. She could feel her wetness clinging to her and instinctually she began to close her legs. Sarah’s hands caught her knees gently, holding her steady.
“Don’t. You’re beautiful.” Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “Delicious.”
Tally was certain she was blushing across her entire body at this point and yet Sarah’s gaze didn’t change. She slowly lowered herself so that her head was level with Tally’s hips and then kissed the inside of her right knee slowly. She shifted, moving to the left and kissing slightly higher up. Tally’s mouth was dry, watching the slow progress, her insides clenching in desperation as Sarah neared the apex of her thighs.
“Sarah… god… please.”
“Tally,” Sarah hummed, nuzzling her thigh. “I love how desperate you are for me. Look how ready you are. How desperate your pretty cunt is for me.”
Tally had never really been someone who appreciated the word ‘cunt’ before it was husked from Sarah’s mouth. She groaned, a hint embarrassed at how exposed she was, but more desperate to feel that mouth on her than anything else.
“Please,” she whimpered. To some people, Sarah’s response might have been cruel, but the sharp gasp that it tore from Tally’s lips, followed by the moan as Sarah began to suck, hard, where she’d latched onto Tally’s thigh with her teeth, was enough to show her lover that it was very welcome. Tally squirmed. She could feel her arousal dripping down into her ass, more than sure that it was pooling on the granite worktop, and still Sarah kept sucking. Tally knew she’d feel it in every step as she walked out of the apartment the next day, and probably for days after. She imagined trying to walk normally at work with the evidence of her thorough debauching as a constant reminder whenever her thighs brushed, and cried out, even as Sarah released her and ran her tongue over her inner thigh to soothe it.
“There.” Sarah looked smug, like the cat who got the cream. “Won’t that be so much easier to touch when you’re busy fucking yourself, wishing it was me?”
Tally collapsed back on the worktop, her trembling arms unable to hold her up any longer. She covered her eyes with her forearm, on the edge of overwhelmed. They’d barely done anything, Sarah had yet to even properly touch her, and yet Tally felt like she’d been fucked six ways to Sunday.
Thumbs soothed the skin on the inside of her knees and she heard Sarah’s voice, softer now and a little concerned, breakthrough.
“Are you alright, sweet one?”
“Yes.” Tally’s voice trembled. “I’m fine.”
“Look at me.” When Tally didn’t move, Sarah’s hand rested gently over her arm, rubbing it. “Tally.”
Tally dropped her arm, and saw bright cerulean eyes staring into her own.
“I’m okay, really.” She sniffed. “Just… it’s been a while.”
Sarah’s lips twitched.
“How can that possibly be?”
“I’m not really… I don’t really do this.” She gestured between the two of them. “One night stands. I normally… and my last relationship was… it’s just been a while.”
Sarah considered her steadily, and then tapped her fingers against Tally’s legs thoughtfully.
“You understood when I said that we would only have one night?”
“Yes, of course.” Tally furrowed her brows. “I know that.”
“Have you ever been in any type of sexual relationship where you have been dominated?”
“Yes.” Tally sat up on her elbows again. “It’s not that. That’s not why I got… overwhelmed.”
“Communication is important, Tally. If you’re feeling overwhelmed, you need to share that. Even with someone you will only spend one night with.”
“I’m fine, honestly. Please just… let’s just keep going.”
Sarah raised one eyebrow, and then reached forward, pulling Tally up to a seated position. She smoothed whisps of hair from Tally’s face, curving it around her ear, and then kissed her. It was soft, drawn out, and Tally became a little breathless the longer it lasted. She sucked in a breath as Sarah released her lips and began to trace kisses over her jaw, to her ear, nuzzling into her neck and purring.
“Sweet girl.” Sarah’s teeth tugged on Tally’s earlobe and she gripped one of Sarah’s shoulders, her nails digging into her skin. She felt Sarah hiss. “Is that it? You just needed to come so badly you couldn’t cope?”
“Yes,” Tally groaned. “Please.”
“Well, I’m more than happy to release all that tension.” Sarah’s teeth grazed the mark she’d left before and Tally yelped. Sarah chuckled. “Oh Tally, it’s coming up nicely. You’ll be wearing my mark for days.”
Tally shivered, and then felt Sarah’s hands shifting up her thighs again. She leaned back as Sarah stepped away and leaned down, admiring Tally again. This time though, Sarah barely lingered. Her kisses to Tally’s thigh, especially over the darkening bite that Tally could see purpling on her right, were quick. She no longer lingered, and when she reached the apex of Tally’s thigh she shifted, lifting one of Tally’s thighs and hoisting it over her shoulder. She glanced up and all Tally could see was hunger in those eyes.
“Tell me what you need, Tally.”
Tally didn’t hesitate this time.
“You. Please. Fuck me.”
Sarah’s lips curled and then she leaned in and pressed the flat of her tongue against Tally’s entrance, swiping upwards slowly, circling her clit with delight and returning to her starting point. She kept her eyes on Tally, catching every moment of her reaction; the way she inhaled hard, the way a whimper escaped her as she arched and the way her entire body quivered. Sarah lapped at her, groaning as she tasted her sweetness, as it coated her lips and chin and she kept going. She paused every so often, focusing on Tally’s clit, sucking and licking and circling it until Tally’s entire body trembled as though she was about to explode, and then Sarah would turn her attention back to eating her out. Tally realised that she was grasping Sarah’s hair, tugging her towards her clit, desperate to come, when Sarah hissed at a particularly sharp tug and then chuckled.
“Such a wanton thing.”
“Please!” It came out as a broken cry and Sarah seemed to take pity on her, because the next thing Tally knew, Sarah was sucking at her clit so hard that her hips jerked clean off the worktop, and as she lowered herself back down, strong arms wrapped over her and held her in place. Sarah lapped and sucked and Tally cried out, moaned, panted and then…
Long, lithe fingers slid inside her and Tally’s body exploded. Sarah had barely managed one thrust, and Tally’s walls were tightening around her, pulling her in, as her name filled the air in a glorious cry and her mouth was flooded with Tally’s juices. Sarah lapped harder, determined to get every last drop, determined to have Tally’s orgasm last as long as it could. By the time Tally collapsed into a shuddering, sweaty mess on the worktop, Sarah’s tongue had slowed, and her arm had locked where she’d been holding her down. She released her, rolling her shoulder and standing properly, ignoring the ache in her back.
She admired the sight in front of her; Tally splayed and spread with boneless limbs, still twitching a little in the aftermath of her orgasm. Sarah’s smug smile remained on her lips as she tugged Tally up, despite the groan from the other woman as her stomach muscles clenched. She wrapped her arms languidly over Sarah’s shoulders and gazed at her through lidded eyes.
“Fuck, that was…” Tally mumbled and Sarah leaned in and kissed her, letting her taste herself on Sarah’s tongue. “Mmmf…”
“Can you walk?”
“Walk?!” Tally groaned. “I can barely sit up.”
Sarah chuckled, then slid her arm around Tally’s back, one under her legs and lifted her, bridal style. Tally clung to her, yelping.
“Calm down, sweet one. I’m moving you to the bedroom.”
She carried Tally down a small corridor, kicked open a door and moments later, Tally was laid on the softest bed she’d ever felt. She stared up at Sarah, feeling her senses starting to come back to her.
“You’re still dressed.”
“Would you like me to change that?” Sarah was smirking still, and Tally felt the urge to wipe it off her face. Preferably by sitting on it, but she wasn’t quite ready for another round just yet. Sarah’s mouth was wicked.
“Yes. I want to touch you.”
Sarah’s fingers moved to the buttons of her waistcoat and began to unbutton them, slowly. She parted the material, sliding it off her shoulders, down her arms and depositing it to the side. She reached behind her and removed the small black bra covering her. Tally watched, speechless, as rosy, pebbled nipples came into view, making her mouth water. Sarah slid her hands up her own ribcage, squeezing her tits and rolling her nipples between those talented fingers. She seemed to enjoy giving Tally a show. Tally sat up, tugging off her own dress from around her waist before reaching out, and pulling Sarah closer by the waistband of her trousers. She unbuttoned them as Sarah chuckled at her impatience, and pushed them down. Soon, she was as naked as Tally, standing before her in all her glory.
“Fuck.”
“Mmm.” Sarah’s lips curved invitingly as Tally’s eyes trailed over her body.
“You’re… fuck.”
“And you are apparently speechless, which is a high compliment.”
“How are you even real?” Tally reached out, running her hands over Sarah’s taught stomach, her hips and her toned thighs. “No one looks like this.”
For the first time, Sarah appeared to be blushing. She took Tally’s hands from her gently, and urged her backward onto the bed, crawling after her until she was lying half on Tally, their bodies pressed together.
“Are you recovered now?” Sarah’s lips pressed against Tally’s breast and she looked up at her with a smirk. “Ready for another round?”
“I want…” Tally bit her lip. “Can I touch you?”
Sarah didn’t answer immediately, letting her gaze linger on Tally’s face before she nodded.
“If you want.”
Tally let her fingers trail over Sarah’s back, over her arms, watching the woman who kept her gaze steadily on Tally’s face. Tally wondered if Sarah had ever been with someone more than once, or whether this one night stand rule was because she had a bad experience with that. She couldn’t imagine anyone hurting this strong, beautiful woman. Perhaps she was just built this way.
“Roll over,” Tally murmured, pushing gently at Sarah’s shoulder. To her credit, Sarah only smirked a little before she complied, lying on her back and watching Tally intently as her hair spilled across the mattress; the perfect Amazonian queen. Tally didn’t hesitate. She had to touch her, had to kiss every inch.
She started with a kiss to her lips and then began to explore, following every line of muscle to a different area of her body. She lingered at her collarbones, nipping and licking at them because Sarah’s body rolled into her as she did it. She stayed at her nipples for a good while, because Sarah’s nails scratched down her back as she tugged them with her teeth and sucked at them, and Tally liked the red lines she knew the woman was leaving on her. In fact, she would have stayed longer, but Sarah began to push her by her shoulders and Tally couldn’t help but smirk up at her.
“Now who’s desperate.”
Fire sparked in Sarah’s eyes, like pitch catching fire at sea, and her fingers tangled in Tally’s hair, dragging her head up from where she had been kissing her stomach.
“Careful, Tally. Don’t toy with me, or I’ll not let you come for the rest of the night.”
Tally nodded, even though Sarah’s grip was still in her hair, and smiled.
“Yes Ma’am.”
Sarah’s lips twitched and she released Tally, who immediately lowered her lips to continue their trail down her stomach. She lingered briefly at her hips, nipping and kissing them and wondering whether Sarah would like her to leave her mark there. She glanced up and found Sarah’s intense eyes still staring into her soul.
“Do it.”
The husked whisper was barely audible, but Tally licked her lips and lowered her head anyway. She bit and sucked at the hipbone, and Sarah’s hips jerked upwards, a low groan escaping her. Tally beamed with pride as she released her, seeing a red mark forming. It would bruise; nothing like the marks that Sarah had left on her but enough to remind her of their encounter for a day or two. She pressed another kiss on the mark before slipping down between Sarah’s thighs. A neat, dark patch of hair rested above glistening folds and Tally’s mouth watered as she leaned in and pressed a kiss to the swollen clit, retreating with arousal on her lips. She looked up at Sarah and smiled. Sarah’s eyes narrowed and she shifted onto her elbows.
“Be a good girl and fuck me.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Sarah.”
“Yes, Sarah,” Tally whispered, before diving back down for a proper taste.
Sarah’s sweetness, her saltiness, clung to Tally, who found that she could quite happily suffocate between Sarah’s strong thighs as they pressed against her head whenever she sucked at her clit. Tally’s mouth watered as she slid her tongue inside Sarah, to where she was her sweetest. Tally’s moan reverberated through Sarah and the woman tightened her hold on Tally’s hair, scratching her scalp with her nails.
“Fuck, yes Tally. Just there.”
Spurred on by the encouragement, Tally doubled down on her efforts to explore every inch of Sarah. She clung to her thighs, both tucked over her shoulders and holding her in place by the calves, and felt herself losing her breath buried in the woman. The sloppy sound of her devouring Sarah filled her ears just as the scent of her filled her nose, and she panted, lapping harder, determined to make her lover come before she had to surface. Sarah’s hips began to buck, and soon she was riding Tally’s face, rocking up into it like she knew that time was of the essence. Just when Tally felt like she was going to pass out, Sarah’s hips jerked, froze and then collapsed trembling back to the bed, a restrained groan released from between her teeth as she closed her eyes against her orgasm. Tally took a breath, and then another, and then lapped at Sarah’s pink slickness, satisfied and a little smug at being the cause of her orgasm. When she surfaced again, when one of Sarah’s legs had rolled lazily to the side, releasing her, Tally crawled back up her body and lay against her, tracing invisible patterns over her skin.
“You’re not very noisy,” she commented, feeling the bliss of her post-orgasm, post-fucking state creeping into her body, warm and relaxing. “I was so loud but you’re quite…”
“Restrained,” Sarah supplied. “Don’t worry, Tally. I enjoyed myself.”
“You did?” She glanced up at the woman who smirked.
“Yes, I did. But now…” She flipped them, easily straddling Tally. “I believe I promised to worship you until the early hours.”
Tally blushed prettily, covering her face with her hands momentarily and then fanning herself. She couldn’t cope with how hot this woman was, and how hot the things she said made her.
“Stop, you’re killing me. I won’t be able to talk tomorrow.”
“Yes you will.” Sarah promised, her fingers sliding between Tally’s folds and rubbing her clit gently. “I promise I will stop just short of ruining you completely.”
“Oh god,” Tally groaned.
Leaning on her forearm, Sarah pressed into her, using her thigh to hold Tally’s apart and pin her down. Her fingers stroked languidly, and Tally groaned, rolling into her as much as she could. Sarah’s lips brushed her ear and she spoke in a low, rough voice that made Tally tremble.
“You deserve to be worshipped Tally. All women should be worshipped. Every inch of them.” Sarah’s fingers slid inside Tally and curled towards her, as though she was trying to beckon her orgasm close. “Every curve, every swell, every line, every scar.”
Tally’s eyes were squeezed closed, her breaths coming in short, panting bursts as stars flew in front of her vision and her inner walls trembled, so close again already. Sarah’s teeth grazed her jaw.
“Don’t you agree, sweet one?” Another finger slid inside Tally, Sarah’s thrusts becoming firmer, more purposeful. “Hmm?”
Tally gasped, panting, the hand that wasn’t trapped between them grasping the sheets to ground her.
“Yes! Yes, I agree, I- fuck, please, I-”
And then stars burst in front of her eyes, her whole body seized, and the way that Sarah’s fingers continued to slide in and out of her, even as she tightened around them, as the only thing she could feel outside of the vast shell of endless space expanding inside her. Tally collapsed back to earth at the same time that Sarah’s fingers slid out of her for the last time and she found herself mumbling random expletives as she lay there, reeling from the orgasm. Sarah smirked down at her, lifting glistening fingers to her face and studying them carefully, as though she had never seen them before, and then parting her lips and sucking them clean. Tally watched, transfixed, as Sarah’s eyes closed and she hummed, sliding her tongue between each finger to collect anything that remained above the knuckles.
“You make such a pretty spectacle when you come for me,” Sarah husked when Tally had regained some self-control. “I already want to do it again.”
“Let me catch my breath,” Tally laughed. Sarah’s crooked smile twitched at her lips again, and she traced her fingers over Tally’s stomach.
“For a moment. Then I want you again.” She pressed a kiss to Tally’s lips and then sat up. “I’m going to get some water for us both. I think you’re going to need it.”
She threw a smirk back over her shoulder as she left the room, leaving Tally wondering whether Sarah had already failed at her promise not to ruin Tally completely, because she was pretty sure that she’d never had sex this good before and she wondered whether she’d ever have it again when she walked out of the door the next day.
When Sarah returned however, Tally forgot all about that. Tally forgot about everything other than how good Sarah was at that little trick with her tongue, how skilled her fingers were, and how much she wanted to taste her again with every orgasm that was enticed from her body.
When Tally slept, as the sun was rising and casting a soft glow through the bedroom, Sarah’s body was pinned under hers. When she woke, the woman was in the shower. Tally hesitated, wondering if she should wait in bed for the woman to appear. But this was a one night stand. Surely the standard protocol was that someone had to sneak out, and this was Sarah’s apartment so, wasn’t that Tally’s job?
She slipped from the tangle of sheets, feeling the delicious ache all over her body. She took two steps towards her dress, which had been neatly folded on the chair, and hissed. Glancing down, she saw the purple and red mark on her thigh where Sarah’s teeth had claimed her. Padding quickly to the mirror, trying not to make any noise, Tally studied her reflection. She was covered in little marks, little spots where Sarah had claimed her and made it clear that she was hers, if only for the night. The darkest, most prominent mark was between her neck and shoulder, and Tally felt her body react as she skated her fingers over the mark. Biting her lip, she tugged on her dress, covering up some of the marks. The edge of the one on her shoulder stood out prominently next to the pretty yellow.
Hurrying from the bedroom, Tally found her underwear, her bra and her bag in the kitchen, still strewn across the floor with her shoes. Blushing, she shoved them into her bag, shoved her feet in the shoes and splashed her face with a little water from the kitchen sink, trying to look a little less like she was making the walk of shame.
The sound of the shower shutting off startled her and she hurried to the door, the mark that Sarah had left on her thigh sending jolts of desire through her with every brush against her other thigh. She hesitated only for a second at the door, wondering if this was the right thing to do, but then Sarah’s voice floated in from the other room, calling her name, and Tally ran. She knew that if she stayed, saw Sarah fresh faced from the shower and softer in the morning light, that her heart would betray her and she’d be nursing this one night stand for longer than the marks would exist on her body. She could still feel Sarah all over her. Inside her. The smell of her lingered in her hair and on her skin.
She had to leave.
She yanked the door open and made a run for it. The elevator doors closed behind her, and she sagged against the wall.
She would never see Sarah Alder again, which was probably a blessing in disguise. Sarah was too good, too attractive, too… everything.
If she’d stayed, Tally would have been in danger of never wanting to leave. She would take Abigail’s advice. Sometimes it was better to have one glorious night and let it just be that. Anything else would ruin what had been, in Tally’s opinion, pretty damn perfect.
She’d certainly never been worshipped like that before and god, did Sarah know how to worship a woman.
As the elevator doors slid open and Tally stepped out into the lobby, she couldn’t help but reach her hand up and cover the bruise on her shoulder. A little smirk curled her lips as she headed towards the front door.
The best part might’ve been the wanting, but the sweetest part had been in the taking.