Chapter 1: Introduction
Tara stretched out in the massive, king-sized bed, cocooned between the down-filled duvet and soft, warm sheets. The room was still enveloped in the dark of night, only faint traces of the city's lights sneaking around the edges of the heavy drapes. Shudders of sensation still rippled through her body, heat lingering on her torturously sensitive skin.
Remnants of last night's steamy encounter flooded Tara's mind, intermingling with a cloud of foggy confusion.
She had wandered into the luxurious bathroom with Casey, allowing her to lead the dance of seduction. The water from the large rain showerhead cascaded down their bodies, washing away their inhibitions, as their curves met in a sweaty embrace.
Around the two of them, the bathroom boasted floor-to-ceiling glass windows, revealing the sprawl of the bustling city below. Their mingled moans had competed with the distant hum of the metropolis, as they dared to gaze at each other, entwined and uninhibited.
Casey teased Tara's breasts, tweaking her nipples making them achingly hard in the palms of her hands. As she continued to massage them gently, she drew one taut peak into her mouth, sucking and growling, her tongue caressing and flicking the sensitive flesh.
As their bodies moved together with water sheeting down their skin, Tara pushed against Casey, tracing the planes of her muscles, awed by the sheer power contained within.
Casey's fingers explored territory below, slipping between sodden folds, finding her entrance slick with need.
"Fuck, you're tight," Casey murmured, plunging two fingers into her, coaxing Tara into opening herself up.
Tara gasped, bracing herself against the cool marble wall. In contrast with the hot rivulets of water streaming down, it made her shiver with a delicious thrill. Grinding her hips into the hand that so expertly played her like a delicate instrument, she begged for more.
"Please, Casey," Tara moaned, "Don't stop, I'm so close."
Casey's lips curled into a knowing smirk, her blue eyes dark and murky with desire. She curled her fingers inside Tara, hitting that secret spot that ignited a fuse of ecstasy running through Tara's core.
Tara's breath hitched, bucking against Casey's hand, desire coursing through every nerve ending in her body. Yet, even as pleasure built into a crescendo within her, she wanted more.
She craved to be as close as physically possible to another human being, merging into one body, one soul. She no longer wondered how she came to be in this strangers bed. Her body remembered its own instinctual desire, the irresistible draw towards this magnetic blonde, whose carnal touch elicited the most intimate, secret responses from Tara's body.
Casey's fingers curled and stroked against the hidden cluster of nerves that sent Tara spiraling.
"Let go, Tara. Let me feel you lose control," Casey urged, her voice a raw whisper.
In response, Tara tightened her core around Casey's fingers, her body tensing in anticipation. Casey pulled her in, crushing their breasts together as she continued the assault on Tara's senses. Arching her head back, the muscles in Tara's stomach contracted sharply. Her hips gyrated wildly against Casey's hand until the combustible tension surrendered to an untethered release.
"Oh, God.
Yes. Fuck. Fuck. Yes," were among the final words Tara remembered before a second, more intense orgasm erupted through her, forcing her legs to buckle. Casey, her magical captor, caught her, lifting her legs up as she leaned against the cool marble wall. Gently, still stroking the inner walls of Tara's now quivering pussy, Casey held her steady in that intimate embrace.
Water poured over them in an endless deluge, baptizing the two souls now forever joined.
Casey maintained her slow, methodical stroking until the final aftershocks of Tara's orgasm subsided.
As the sensual haze started to dissipate, the gravity of their situation settled heavily between them. Insecurities, doubts, and fears began bubbling up, threatening the sanctity of the moment they'd just shared.
Tara's voice wavered as she whispered, "I should go."
Pulling Casey's hand free, she let her legs drop from their perch on Casey's hip.
Tara looked around, searching for something - an escape, a fortress, anything - but all she saw was expensive décor and glass windows.
"No," Casey murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "You shouldn't go."
With the water still drumming down around them, Casey pressed forward, her lips almost - but not quite - brushing Tara's. "Stay with me.