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Here it is... the long- awaited part seven!
Title- One Night- Part 7
Author- fate216
Rating- Funny how something can go from PG-13 to X in a single update.
Category- Cath/Sara, not- so- fluffy
Disclaimer- What I do not own of them amasses to more than the sum of their parts- ask them!
Summary- Well, uh...
Zip. Catherine heard the fastener of her skirt coming undone with the help of her friend’s fingers. Catherine had finished removing Sara’s dress and was now busy working on the lacy bra that covered what she’d only dreamed of seeing up till now. All the while her soft kisses continued, all over Sara’s throat and chest. Suddenly, Catherine realized that her hands were no longer grasping anything; the bra had unfastened. She freed her hands and had Sara do the same so the lacy undergarment could come off the rest of the way.
Sara had started slightly when she felt her bra being removed. Was this an okay thing to do? Through her bliss, she felt a nagging sense of doubt. This couldn’t be what was right. This couldn’t be what her creator wanted her to do. What would her family say if they knew that she was…? Sara felt dirty all of a sudden. She looked up to see Catherine, a ravenous expression in her eyes, making to take off the blue sweater that never looked constricting until now. And Sara stopped thinking about her doubt as she prepared to experience a night she knew she’d never forget.
Catherine never missed a beat, taking her hands off of her friend only once to remove her own sweater and bra. She allowed her lips to kiss lower, down Sara’s neck to her chest. Catherine wrapped her tongue around her partner’s stiffened nipples, first the left one, then the right. Catherine felt Sara’s chest rise and fall quickly as she drew in a harsh breath. The sapphire- eyed woman then moved her lips lower, across the smooth flesh of Sara’s stomach, and back up again to her breasts.
Nipples glistening pink and hard, Sara barely had the wherewithal to finish taking off Catherine’s skirt. She finally did get it off, and instantly began tickling and caressing Catherine’s inner thighs. Catherine whimpered with pleasure, and Sara could feel the heat and wetness radiating from her partner’s core. She wanted to give Catherine a taste of what it felt like to be the girl, for once. So Sara pulled Catherine toward her and kissed the blonde hard, letting her fingers slowly slide down the other woman’s waist. Catherine growled with sexual angst and desire. Sara could sense Catherine getting antsy, and decided that now would be the best time. She let her hand slide down…
“Oh, god…” Catherine moaned in pent- up sexual frustration and release. The sweet burn of merlot filled her senses as her back arched unwillingly; the walls of the room began to close in little by little. Catherine tilted her head back, inhaling the scent of the candlelit room as she gritted her teeth and made involuntary noises of pleasure.
Sara kissed and licked and sucked and exhaled; her senses well aware of everything that was going on around her. She saw the tuft of blonde fur and kept moving, her eyes on the prize. She put her fingers to the soft flesh, coaxing Catherine’s legs farther open. Sara could see the bundle of nerves, pink and prominent, throbbing in Catherine’s slippery core. Suddenly, Sara felt anxious. She’d never done this before. What if she did something wrong? She gingerly placed a kiss just above her friend’s pulsing center, not trusting herself to do the right thing.
Past the point of no return, the lips Catherine felt on her wet core were just as maddening as welcoming. She pushed herself up to Sara’s mouth, desperately trying to create more friction between them. When all she felt in return were more gentle kisses, Catherine let out a cry of frustration.
Although Sara was now surer of herself, she couldn’t resist teasing Catherine, letting her tongue dart around but never directly on the blonde’s essence. Sara could feel the tension building as she massaged Catherine’s inner thigh with one hand and her breast with the other.
“Please, Sara, please…” Catherine’s words came out strained. Her friend was still only giving her measured bouts of pleasure at one time. Suddenly, Catherine felt Sara’s tongue, hot and wet, slide into her. Catherine let out an unintentional gasp.
As her partner’s body bucked beneath her, Sara became more confident with herself. She swirled her tongue inside Catherine, drew closer and began to suck on her hardened pleasure organ.
Catherine cried out, savoring the feel of Sara’s mouth over her center. Her hips moved to the beat of her friend’s tongue sweeping over her clitoris. She felt Sara begin to push her tongue deeper. Catherine started to moan, closing her eyes and pressing herself up into the brunette’s mouth. “Fuck, please, give me more…” Catherine emitted another uncontrolled sound.
Sara knew what kind of power she had over Catherine at that exact moment; the thought nearly made her come to. She pressed her tongue into every crevice of Catherine’s sweet sex, lapping up the essence of Catherine’s existence. Sara felt the heat rise in the room, and knew Catherine was almost there.
“Holy shit…” Catherine could barely breathe. Tears began to well up in her eyes.
“Say it!” Sara growled. She pushed her tongue the deepest she’d ever pushed one last time…
“OH MY GOD, SARA!” Catherine threw her head back, her orgasm forcing guttural sounds from deep inside her throat. The walls came crashing down as she screamed again, digging her fingernails into the purple bedspread and arching her back. Sara slowed her pace until the only sound in the room was Catherine’s labored breathing.
Sara slowly pulled her tongue and fingers from inside Catherine, causing them both to shudder. She heard Catherine sigh with release. Sara curled up beside her, running her fingers through Catherine’s messy flaxen locks.
“I love you,” Sara whispered softly. “God, do I love you.”
Catherine’s response was to nuzzle her head into Sara’s shoulder and sigh with satisfaction. She let Sara kiss her tenderly, ignoring the feelings of guilt and shame she knew she’d suffer from in the morning. The two of them soon fell into a contented slumber.
Title- One Night- Part 7
Author- fate216
Rating- Funny how something can go from PG-13 to X in a single update.
Category- Cath/Sara, not- so- fluffy
Disclaimer- What I do not own of them amasses to more than the sum of their parts- ask them!
Summary- Well, uh...
Zip. Catherine heard the fastener of her skirt coming undone with the help of her friend’s fingers. Catherine had finished removing Sara’s dress and was now busy working on the lacy bra that covered what she’d only dreamed of seeing up till now. All the while her soft kisses continued, all over Sara’s throat and chest. Suddenly, Catherine realized that her hands were no longer grasping anything; the bra had unfastened. She freed her hands and had Sara do the same so the lacy undergarment could come off the rest of the way.
Sara had started slightly when she felt her bra being removed. Was this an okay thing to do? Through her bliss, she felt a nagging sense of doubt. This couldn’t be what was right. This couldn’t be what her creator wanted her to do. What would her family say if they knew that she was…? Sara felt dirty all of a sudden. She looked up to see Catherine, a ravenous expression in her eyes, making to take off the blue sweater that never looked constricting until now. And Sara stopped thinking about her doubt as she prepared to experience a night she knew she’d never forget.
Catherine never missed a beat, taking her hands off of her friend only once to remove her own sweater and bra. She allowed her lips to kiss lower, down Sara’s neck to her chest. Catherine wrapped her tongue around her partner’s stiffened nipples, first the left one, then the right. Catherine felt Sara’s chest rise and fall quickly as she drew in a harsh breath. The sapphire- eyed woman then moved her lips lower, across the smooth flesh of Sara’s stomach, and back up again to her breasts.
Nipples glistening pink and hard, Sara barely had the wherewithal to finish taking off Catherine’s skirt. She finally did get it off, and instantly began tickling and caressing Catherine’s inner thighs. Catherine whimpered with pleasure, and Sara could feel the heat and wetness radiating from her partner’s core. She wanted to give Catherine a taste of what it felt like to be the girl, for once. So Sara pulled Catherine toward her and kissed the blonde hard, letting her fingers slowly slide down the other woman’s waist. Catherine growled with sexual angst and desire. Sara could sense Catherine getting antsy, and decided that now would be the best time. She let her hand slide down…
“Oh, god…” Catherine moaned in pent- up sexual frustration and release. The sweet burn of merlot filled her senses as her back arched unwillingly; the walls of the room began to close in little by little. Catherine tilted her head back, inhaling the scent of the candlelit room as she gritted her teeth and made involuntary noises of pleasure.
Sara kissed and licked and sucked and exhaled; her senses well aware of everything that was going on around her. She saw the tuft of blonde fur and kept moving, her eyes on the prize. She put her fingers to the soft flesh, coaxing Catherine’s legs farther open. Sara could see the bundle of nerves, pink and prominent, throbbing in Catherine’s slippery core. Suddenly, Sara felt anxious. She’d never done this before. What if she did something wrong? She gingerly placed a kiss just above her friend’s pulsing center, not trusting herself to do the right thing.
Past the point of no return, the lips Catherine felt on her wet core were just as maddening as welcoming. She pushed herself up to Sara’s mouth, desperately trying to create more friction between them. When all she felt in return were more gentle kisses, Catherine let out a cry of frustration.
Although Sara was now surer of herself, she couldn’t resist teasing Catherine, letting her tongue dart around but never directly on the blonde’s essence. Sara could feel the tension building as she massaged Catherine’s inner thigh with one hand and her breast with the other.
“Please, Sara, please…” Catherine’s words came out strained. Her friend was still only giving her measured bouts of pleasure at one time. Suddenly, Catherine felt Sara’s tongue, hot and wet, slide into her. Catherine let out an unintentional gasp.
As her partner’s body bucked beneath her, Sara became more confident with herself. She swirled her tongue inside Catherine, drew closer and began to suck on her hardened pleasure organ.
Catherine cried out, savoring the feel of Sara’s mouth over her center. Her hips moved to the beat of her friend’s tongue sweeping over her clitoris. She felt Sara begin to push her tongue deeper. Catherine started to moan, closing her eyes and pressing herself up into the brunette’s mouth. “Fuck, please, give me more…” Catherine emitted another uncontrolled sound.
Sara knew what kind of power she had over Catherine at that exact moment; the thought nearly made her come to. She pressed her tongue into every crevice of Catherine’s sweet sex, lapping up the essence of Catherine’s existence. Sara felt the heat rise in the room, and knew Catherine was almost there.
“Holy shit…” Catherine could barely breathe. Tears began to well up in her eyes.
“Say it!” Sara growled. She pushed her tongue the deepest she’d ever pushed one last time…
“OH MY GOD, SARA!” Catherine threw her head back, her orgasm forcing guttural sounds from deep inside her throat. The walls came crashing down as she screamed again, digging her fingernails into the purple bedspread and arching her back. Sara slowed her pace until the only sound in the room was Catherine’s labored breathing.
Sara slowly pulled her tongue and fingers from inside Catherine, causing them both to shudder. She heard Catherine sigh with release. Sara curled up beside her, running her fingers through Catherine’s messy flaxen locks.
“I love you,” Sara whispered softly. “God, do I love you.”
Catherine’s response was to nuzzle her head into Sara’s shoulder and sigh with satisfaction. She let Sara kiss her tenderly, ignoring the feelings of guilt and shame she knew she’d suffer from in the morning. The two of them soon fell into a contented slumber.