Laws of Attraction - Chapter Forty-Two: Happy Family [Part One]
Title: Laws of Attraction
Author: Major Roon
Fandom: The Closer
Pairing: Brenda/Sharon
Rating: NC-17/M
Chapter Forty-Two:
Happy Family
The brunette hesitated for a moment, perhaps to torture her further, Brenda assumed, then slowly squeezed her breast, her fingertips trailing over her pert nipple.
She had her then, Brenda knew it but was also aware of her Captain’s uncertainty. She wondered how long it would take for the woman to grow into this. Nothing had changed as far as Brenda was concerned and whoever thought Raydor was a dyke would continue to think so; appearances meant nothing to the blonde, however, she had come to realize that they did mean something to Sharon.
She didn’t care about what people thought of her, per se, she cared about what kind of person they thought her to be.
“You’re the most stand up person I know.”
Honorable would have been too much, besides, that was her Daddy. But Sharon Raydor was nothing if not true to her word.
Brenda silenced any protest by pressing a finger to Sharon’s lips. “I mean it.”
The brunette said nothing yet her expression spoke for her, she merely leaned forward, her head coming to rest against Brenda’s chest, and let her hand trail lower.
The blonde felt her breath hit her skin as one hand caressed her thigh and the other crept up her back and around. She knew where it was going and waited for it, loving how Sharon touched the pliant flesh of her breasts - a man’s touch just didn’t compare - and inhaled sharply as the woman squeezed her nipple.
“How good?”
The blonde took a shaky breath and opened her eyes. She stared for a moment, her brain slowly catching up.
“How good?” Sharon asked again with an urgency in her voice as her hand trailed up Brenda’s thigh and between her legs, her fingertips, cool in contrast to Brenda’s heat, sliding smoothly over her clit.
The blonde licked her lower lip, taking in the sensations one by one before she spoke, reveling in them, in the woman’s silken touch. “The best I’ve ever had,” she said and moaned gently as Sharon’s fingers stroked just the right spot.
“I slept with my best friend once.”
Brenda closed her eyes and nodded, she knew Sharon didn’t want to be looked at, besides, the woman was softly caressing her nipple and the want for more was driving her insane.
“We were 15. Her name was Jennifer.”
Oh...
The blonde’s brain reeled for a moment - what else had the woman lied about? - then Sharon slipped a finger inside her, it slid effortlessly into the warm wetness, almost too easily, and Brenda wished she would add another one just so she could properly feel her.
“I should’ve slept with women all my life.”
“Women?” Brenda pried her eyes open and smirked. “Big plans, Captain?”
Sharon smirked back then sobered suddenly and went still. “I regret having lost all these years.” She tilted her head contemplatively. “And I feel immense...guilt...for having such thoughts.”
Brenda understood. “Sounds to me like you’re mourning a loss...”
“Perhaps,” the brunette husked, withdrawing her finger again and sliding it slowly over Brenda’s clit.
The blonde’s eyes nearly rolled back in her head but she managed to hold onto her Captain’s shoulders. “You know what I think?”
“Enlighten me.”
“I think you should start makin’ up for what you missed out on.”
“Hmm,” Sharon hummed, squeezing Brenda’s nipple just the way she liked it which sent an electric bolt of arousal right down between her legs. “How do you propose I do that, Chief Johnson?”
“Well,” Brenda whimpered at the feather light touch. “I think you should stop talkin’.”
“And then what?”
“And stop teasin’ me. We both know terrible things happen when you do that.”
“We wouldn’t want that, would we?”
Brenda trembled as the woman’s fingertips slid over her nub, aware of how blatantly aroused she was and of how terribly obvious it must be to Sharon, but she found it impossible despite all of it to hold still. She moved her hips, trying to feel more but the woman moved seemingly in sync with her, denying her.
“Captain Raydor!”
“Yes, Chief?”
The blonde shivered at the intensity of the feathery touch. “Captain, please.”
Fingertips slid slowly over her aroused nub, petulantly avoiding a firmer touch, the maddening, electrifying sensation on her still sensitive clit, sending an involuntary shiver down Brenda’s spine.
“Sharon...” She whispered, her voice too weak to protest. “Please, Sharon.” Brenda sighed contently as the woman licked her hardened nipple, her hand squeezing her breast just so then the warmest, softest lips enveloped her areola, engulfing it in liquid, silken heat.
The blonde moaned as everything seemed to fall away, as her world shrunk and remained concentrated in the sensation of Sharon’s mouth sucking on her nipple.
She did that so well. “Oh, yes...”
Her fingers moved between Brenda’s legs - finally! - drawing slow circles amidst the wetness of her utterly aroused sex. The blonde nearly collapsed, it was almost too much, but held onto her Captain, cradling her head to her chest, hoping she wouldn’t stop swirling her tongue over and around her nipple.
It almost hurt, her touch on the verge of unbearable, but Brenda knew from experience that her Sharon was a tease and that she would inevitably get what she wanted.
Two fingers slipped inside her, filling her - somewhat satisfactorily, Brenda thought, but not enough - and a warm palm cupped her sex.
The blonde bit down on her lower lip as her Captain’s hand slid down her back and grabbed her ass, her short fingernails digging into her skin as she pulled her closer. Brenda felt the woman deeper inside and couldn’t help but moan as she hit just the right spot.
Brenda tingled and breathed in the pleasant scent of her Captain’s hair, squeezing her eyes shut in her desire to experience Sharon and Sharon only, enveloping herself in her smell, her warmth, the feel of her skin and the silken slip she was wearing.
Moving her hips, and finding that she was allowed to, Brenda released a strangled moan, a sound she barely managed to force from the back of her throat, as the woman’s palm slid wetly over her nub and her fingertips, buried within her, pressed into her flesh.
She felt Sharon’s lips against her chest, her teeth scraping against her nipple as she abandoned it, pert and sensitive from her licks and bites, and licked along Brenda’s collar bone.
“Nnn...” She didn’t want that, Brenda wished she could protest, she wanted the other thing, Sharon had to know that.
The blonde tilted her neck as the woman nosed along it, nibbling and tasting while the hand between Brenda’s legs slowed a bit, setting a maddening pace that wouldn’t satisfy her.
Weaving her fingers through thick, brown hair, pulling on it in frustration and in the hopes that the woman wouldn’t tease her any further, Brenda decided to take things into her own hands; after all, if you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself.
The blonde reached up, the silk robe falling from her shoulder, and cupped her own breast, flinching as she touched her sensitive nipple. She sighed into Sharon’s hair, squeezing gently, and enjoying it almost as much as the other woman’s touch, when her hand was batted away quite unceremoniously and twisted behind her back.
“Ah!” Brenda yelped a bit, arousal forgotten momentarily. She wouldn’t have it, not again, and to make her point, she yanked the woman’s head back and pressed her lips against hers, engaging Sharon in a deep, wet and passionate kiss that made her toes curl.
Freeing her arm and getting hold of her Captain’s wrist, she placed her warm palm where she wanted it - she didn’t need help moving her hips, she could do that by herself just fine - and ended the kiss with a loud moan.
“Oh, Cap’n...” She cooed, her head lolling back and her eyes closing involuntarily as Sharon squeezed her nipple between her fingers, giving it a lick that made Brenda shiver with desire.
Moving her hips again, Brenda gleefully realized that Sharon was done teasing; her Captain pushed her palm against her clit and her fingers inside, matching Brenda’s pace, making it good for her.
It wouldn’t take her long, that was for sure and Brenda knew that Sharon knew.
Draping herself all over the woman, clawing on her just to maybe get that bit more from her, the blonde opened her eyes and stared at the cream colored wall. For a moment her mind went blank and a sensation of weightlessness came over her, she felt dread and shame, the reality of what she had done and was still doing eating away at her.
“Brenda...”
As quickly as the feelings had come, as quickly they passed when Sharon said her name, albeit hoarsely, and pulled her back into their little world with her touches, her kisses, her quiet gentleness, her commandeering forcefulness.
The blonde let her eyes slide shut, utterly at peace, and breathed in the comforting scent of her Captain’s hair. “That feels so good,” she said, surrendering and letting go of the day’s hardships and grievances. “Oh, Sharon...” She moaned and sighed in pleasure, and felt, for the first time, something resembling joy at the fact that the fingers inside her, the lips caressing her skin, the palm tightly pressed against her sex, was Sharon’s.
Brenda opened her eyes, shocked for a brief moment as she realized that Sharon Raydor wasn’t a nobody to her anymore, that it did matter that it was her she was sleeping with, that the woman had touched more than her body.
The blonde shuddered, not in pleasure but in fear, and pulled Sharon’s head back to stare at her. She wanted to stop it, tell her that they had to quit immediately, that things couldn’t go on like that, that she better take her hands off of her but Brenda’s desire for what the woman could give her was too strong.
Her hips kept moving, faster even, her need for this wouldn’t let them stop, she couldn’t help but want Sharon inside her, she couldn’t help but feel her skin rub against her clit, she couldn’t help but wanting to come.
“Ah...” Brenda gasped, her pleasure almost painful. “How’d’you do this to me?”
Sharon’s eyes widened at the question, her lips parted and Brenda could feel her exhale, their breaths mingling.
“I want you so much,” she said, confessing, not that it was the first time she had done so when Sharon had her like this, on the brink. “You do things to me...”
“You do things to me,” the brunette responded.
Brenda stared into those green eyes, angry yet shocked. “I feel like I can never quit you.”
If Sharon felt anything, she was good at hiding it, Brenda thought, regretting her words but she had to admit it, knowing that she would have to quit this, quit Sharon, sooner rather than later.
The thought scared her; how would she go on without the woman? Without this?
“I can’t quit you either,” Sharon then said. “I’ve tried.”
Brenda felt her heart sink, terror making it ache - she had tried? The blonde searched the woman’s face, her body feeling strangely heavy.
She stopped moving.
“Maybe we should think about--”
“No, no, no, no, no.” Brenda batted the woman’s hand away and got off her lap. “We’re not gonna think about anything right now.”
“Brenda...”
“Sharon.” The blonde sat awkwardly.
The brunette gave her a nonchalant look as she came closer on her knees. “I didn’t mean now.”
Brenda tried to appear defiant but when the woman pushed her back onto the bed and pried her legs apart, she couldn’t help but be thankful.
Sharon dipped her head, her soft wavy hair tickling the insides of Brenda’s thighs. She felt the woman’s warm lips engulf her clit, sucking and licking her into delirious oblivion.
At least, Brenda thought, she made it all go away again.
The blonde swallowed as she felt Sharon’s tongue on her nub, stroking it with a precision she had never known existed.
“That...is entirely unfair,” she protested and flung an arm over her eyes. “Oh, for heaven’s sakes, you’re good at that.”
Sharon pushed her legs further apart, humming, sucking her into the liquid, molten heat that was her mouth.
Brenda felt her thighs quiver in response, and she couldn’t look anywhere for the room was spinning around her, then she reached down and wove her fingers through thick, silky hair, resisting the urge to fist it.
“Ooooh,” she cooed and reached for her own breast, caressing it. “Sharon...” She had wanted to say something but the woman had made her forget it.
Brenda flushed suddenly as she realized she was pulling her Captain’s hair somewhat, all in the throes of passion, obviously, but the mere fact that Sharon made her lose her mind like this was embarrassing enough.
The things she did to her, the blonde bit her lower lip and glanced downwards. She caught a glimpse of auburn waves of luscious hair sprawled over her lap and went limp at the sight.
“Oh--” Her moan turned into a strangled gasp as Sharon sucked on her again, sucked her nub into her mouth, she just knew how to, and her eyes rolled back in her head. A hot flush came over her and for a moment Brenda felt like she was perspiring from every pore, then, “Oh, yes, Sharon!”
She came.
Brenda wailed as she felt herself pulse and throb against the woman’s lips for the longest time. Weightless, powerless, Brenda clamped her thighs around her Captain’s head in a feeble attempt to stop her from moving.
Lips parted in a silent moan, her muscles contracting on their own, Brenda wanted to scream or cry or die, and whoever had added the word ‘bliss’ to orgasmic, had no idea what they were talking about.
Torture, she thought, her thighs quivering as her orgasm continued and Sharon’s tongue swept over her pulsing nub, just to be mean, Brenda was convinced then she finally released her,.
The blonde’s legs fell apart and she managed to let go of the woman’s hair, prying her fingers apart. She flung both arms over her eyes, breathing heavily, slightly embarrassed at her state yet when Sharon moved from between her legs, Brenda couldn’t care less about modesty.
She felt the woman’s body next to her, the silken slip she was wearing soft against her skin, and Sharon’s fingertips trailed over her belly.
Brenda flung her arms onto the bed and stared up into Sharon’s eyes, curling her toes as she managed to pull her legs together.
“Good?”
The blonde barely managed to suppress a grin. “Very good,” she whispered conspiringly and watched Sharon’s eyes shine.
They didn’t kiss.
“I have a...guest room, if you’d rather--”
“No, nope.” Brenda bit her lip and sat up slowly. “I’m fine.” She managed to get under the covers, pulling the robe up and wrapping it around her body. “I just need some sleep, is all.”
Sharon nodded and started moving. “Alright.” Under the covers, she reached for the light switch. “Goodnight.”
Brenda rolled over. “Night.”
A moment of silence went by then she heard Sharon breathe in and out.
“You know what?” Brenda sat up. “I’ll take the guest room--”
“Of course.” The brunette turned the light on.
“It’s just not--it’s just--”
“Weird.”
“Exactly. Thank you...Cap’n, I mean, Sharon.”
“You’re welcome.”
Brenda flung the covers aside and slid out with a questioningly arched eyebrow.
“Next door.”
Nodding, the blonde crossed the room, aware of the fact that the flimsy robe barely covered anything, and opened the door to the hallway.
Turning around one last time, Brenda put a smile on her face. “See you tomorrow.”
Part Two
Author: Major Roon
Fandom: The Closer
Pairing: Brenda/Sharon
Rating: NC-17/M
Chapter Forty-Two:
Happy Family
The brunette hesitated for a moment, perhaps to torture her further, Brenda assumed, then slowly squeezed her breast, her fingertips trailing over her pert nipple.
She had her then, Brenda knew it but was also aware of her Captain’s uncertainty. She wondered how long it would take for the woman to grow into this. Nothing had changed as far as Brenda was concerned and whoever thought Raydor was a dyke would continue to think so; appearances meant nothing to the blonde, however, she had come to realize that they did mean something to Sharon.
She didn’t care about what people thought of her, per se, she cared about what kind of person they thought her to be.
“You’re the most stand up person I know.”
Honorable would have been too much, besides, that was her Daddy. But Sharon Raydor was nothing if not true to her word.
Brenda silenced any protest by pressing a finger to Sharon’s lips. “I mean it.”
The brunette said nothing yet her expression spoke for her, she merely leaned forward, her head coming to rest against Brenda’s chest, and let her hand trail lower.
The blonde felt her breath hit her skin as one hand caressed her thigh and the other crept up her back and around. She knew where it was going and waited for it, loving how Sharon touched the pliant flesh of her breasts - a man’s touch just didn’t compare - and inhaled sharply as the woman squeezed her nipple.
“How good?”
The blonde took a shaky breath and opened her eyes. She stared for a moment, her brain slowly catching up.
“How good?” Sharon asked again with an urgency in her voice as her hand trailed up Brenda’s thigh and between her legs, her fingertips, cool in contrast to Brenda’s heat, sliding smoothly over her clit.
The blonde licked her lower lip, taking in the sensations one by one before she spoke, reveling in them, in the woman’s silken touch. “The best I’ve ever had,” she said and moaned gently as Sharon’s fingers stroked just the right spot.
“I slept with my best friend once.”
Brenda closed her eyes and nodded, she knew Sharon didn’t want to be looked at, besides, the woman was softly caressing her nipple and the want for more was driving her insane.
“We were 15. Her name was Jennifer.”
Oh...
The blonde’s brain reeled for a moment - what else had the woman lied about? - then Sharon slipped a finger inside her, it slid effortlessly into the warm wetness, almost too easily, and Brenda wished she would add another one just so she could properly feel her.
“I should’ve slept with women all my life.”
“Women?” Brenda pried her eyes open and smirked. “Big plans, Captain?”
Sharon smirked back then sobered suddenly and went still. “I regret having lost all these years.” She tilted her head contemplatively. “And I feel immense...guilt...for having such thoughts.”
Brenda understood. “Sounds to me like you’re mourning a loss...”
“Perhaps,” the brunette husked, withdrawing her finger again and sliding it slowly over Brenda’s clit.
The blonde’s eyes nearly rolled back in her head but she managed to hold onto her Captain’s shoulders. “You know what I think?”
“Enlighten me.”
“I think you should start makin’ up for what you missed out on.”
“Hmm,” Sharon hummed, squeezing Brenda’s nipple just the way she liked it which sent an electric bolt of arousal right down between her legs. “How do you propose I do that, Chief Johnson?”
“Well,” Brenda whimpered at the feather light touch. “I think you should stop talkin’.”
“And then what?”
“And stop teasin’ me. We both know terrible things happen when you do that.”
“We wouldn’t want that, would we?”
Brenda trembled as the woman’s fingertips slid over her nub, aware of how blatantly aroused she was and of how terribly obvious it must be to Sharon, but she found it impossible despite all of it to hold still. She moved her hips, trying to feel more but the woman moved seemingly in sync with her, denying her.
“Captain Raydor!”
“Yes, Chief?”
The blonde shivered at the intensity of the feathery touch. “Captain, please.”
Fingertips slid slowly over her aroused nub, petulantly avoiding a firmer touch, the maddening, electrifying sensation on her still sensitive clit, sending an involuntary shiver down Brenda’s spine.
“Sharon...” She whispered, her voice too weak to protest. “Please, Sharon.” Brenda sighed contently as the woman licked her hardened nipple, her hand squeezing her breast just so then the warmest, softest lips enveloped her areola, engulfing it in liquid, silken heat.
The blonde moaned as everything seemed to fall away, as her world shrunk and remained concentrated in the sensation of Sharon’s mouth sucking on her nipple.
She did that so well. “Oh, yes...”
Her fingers moved between Brenda’s legs - finally! - drawing slow circles amidst the wetness of her utterly aroused sex. The blonde nearly collapsed, it was almost too much, but held onto her Captain, cradling her head to her chest, hoping she wouldn’t stop swirling her tongue over and around her nipple.
It almost hurt, her touch on the verge of unbearable, but Brenda knew from experience that her Sharon was a tease and that she would inevitably get what she wanted.
Two fingers slipped inside her, filling her - somewhat satisfactorily, Brenda thought, but not enough - and a warm palm cupped her sex.
The blonde bit down on her lower lip as her Captain’s hand slid down her back and grabbed her ass, her short fingernails digging into her skin as she pulled her closer. Brenda felt the woman deeper inside and couldn’t help but moan as she hit just the right spot.
Brenda tingled and breathed in the pleasant scent of her Captain’s hair, squeezing her eyes shut in her desire to experience Sharon and Sharon only, enveloping herself in her smell, her warmth, the feel of her skin and the silken slip she was wearing.
Moving her hips, and finding that she was allowed to, Brenda released a strangled moan, a sound she barely managed to force from the back of her throat, as the woman’s palm slid wetly over her nub and her fingertips, buried within her, pressed into her flesh.
She felt Sharon’s lips against her chest, her teeth scraping against her nipple as she abandoned it, pert and sensitive from her licks and bites, and licked along Brenda’s collar bone.
“Nnn...” She didn’t want that, Brenda wished she could protest, she wanted the other thing, Sharon had to know that.
The blonde tilted her neck as the woman nosed along it, nibbling and tasting while the hand between Brenda’s legs slowed a bit, setting a maddening pace that wouldn’t satisfy her.
Weaving her fingers through thick, brown hair, pulling on it in frustration and in the hopes that the woman wouldn’t tease her any further, Brenda decided to take things into her own hands; after all, if you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself.
The blonde reached up, the silk robe falling from her shoulder, and cupped her own breast, flinching as she touched her sensitive nipple. She sighed into Sharon’s hair, squeezing gently, and enjoying it almost as much as the other woman’s touch, when her hand was batted away quite unceremoniously and twisted behind her back.
“Ah!” Brenda yelped a bit, arousal forgotten momentarily. She wouldn’t have it, not again, and to make her point, she yanked the woman’s head back and pressed her lips against hers, engaging Sharon in a deep, wet and passionate kiss that made her toes curl.
Freeing her arm and getting hold of her Captain’s wrist, she placed her warm palm where she wanted it - she didn’t need help moving her hips, she could do that by herself just fine - and ended the kiss with a loud moan.
“Oh, Cap’n...” She cooed, her head lolling back and her eyes closing involuntarily as Sharon squeezed her nipple between her fingers, giving it a lick that made Brenda shiver with desire.
Moving her hips again, Brenda gleefully realized that Sharon was done teasing; her Captain pushed her palm against her clit and her fingers inside, matching Brenda’s pace, making it good for her.
It wouldn’t take her long, that was for sure and Brenda knew that Sharon knew.
Draping herself all over the woman, clawing on her just to maybe get that bit more from her, the blonde opened her eyes and stared at the cream colored wall. For a moment her mind went blank and a sensation of weightlessness came over her, she felt dread and shame, the reality of what she had done and was still doing eating away at her.
“Brenda...”
As quickly as the feelings had come, as quickly they passed when Sharon said her name, albeit hoarsely, and pulled her back into their little world with her touches, her kisses, her quiet gentleness, her commandeering forcefulness.
The blonde let her eyes slide shut, utterly at peace, and breathed in the comforting scent of her Captain’s hair. “That feels so good,” she said, surrendering and letting go of the day’s hardships and grievances. “Oh, Sharon...” She moaned and sighed in pleasure, and felt, for the first time, something resembling joy at the fact that the fingers inside her, the lips caressing her skin, the palm tightly pressed against her sex, was Sharon’s.
Brenda opened her eyes, shocked for a brief moment as she realized that Sharon Raydor wasn’t a nobody to her anymore, that it did matter that it was her she was sleeping with, that the woman had touched more than her body.
The blonde shuddered, not in pleasure but in fear, and pulled Sharon’s head back to stare at her. She wanted to stop it, tell her that they had to quit immediately, that things couldn’t go on like that, that she better take her hands off of her but Brenda’s desire for what the woman could give her was too strong.
Her hips kept moving, faster even, her need for this wouldn’t let them stop, she couldn’t help but want Sharon inside her, she couldn’t help but feel her skin rub against her clit, she couldn’t help but wanting to come.
“Ah...” Brenda gasped, her pleasure almost painful. “How’d’you do this to me?”
Sharon’s eyes widened at the question, her lips parted and Brenda could feel her exhale, their breaths mingling.
“I want you so much,” she said, confessing, not that it was the first time she had done so when Sharon had her like this, on the brink. “You do things to me...”
“You do things to me,” the brunette responded.
Brenda stared into those green eyes, angry yet shocked. “I feel like I can never quit you.”
If Sharon felt anything, she was good at hiding it, Brenda thought, regretting her words but she had to admit it, knowing that she would have to quit this, quit Sharon, sooner rather than later.
The thought scared her; how would she go on without the woman? Without this?
“I can’t quit you either,” Sharon then said. “I’ve tried.”
Brenda felt her heart sink, terror making it ache - she had tried? The blonde searched the woman’s face, her body feeling strangely heavy.
She stopped moving.
“Maybe we should think about--”
“No, no, no, no, no.” Brenda batted the woman’s hand away and got off her lap. “We’re not gonna think about anything right now.”
“Brenda...”
“Sharon.” The blonde sat awkwardly.
The brunette gave her a nonchalant look as she came closer on her knees. “I didn’t mean now.”
Brenda tried to appear defiant but when the woman pushed her back onto the bed and pried her legs apart, she couldn’t help but be thankful.
Sharon dipped her head, her soft wavy hair tickling the insides of Brenda’s thighs. She felt the woman’s warm lips engulf her clit, sucking and licking her into delirious oblivion.
At least, Brenda thought, she made it all go away again.
The blonde swallowed as she felt Sharon’s tongue on her nub, stroking it with a precision she had never known existed.
“That...is entirely unfair,” she protested and flung an arm over her eyes. “Oh, for heaven’s sakes, you’re good at that.”
Sharon pushed her legs further apart, humming, sucking her into the liquid, molten heat that was her mouth.
Brenda felt her thighs quiver in response, and she couldn’t look anywhere for the room was spinning around her, then she reached down and wove her fingers through thick, silky hair, resisting the urge to fist it.
“Ooooh,” she cooed and reached for her own breast, caressing it. “Sharon...” She had wanted to say something but the woman had made her forget it.
Brenda flushed suddenly as she realized she was pulling her Captain’s hair somewhat, all in the throes of passion, obviously, but the mere fact that Sharon made her lose her mind like this was embarrassing enough.
The things she did to her, the blonde bit her lower lip and glanced downwards. She caught a glimpse of auburn waves of luscious hair sprawled over her lap and went limp at the sight.
“Oh--” Her moan turned into a strangled gasp as Sharon sucked on her again, sucked her nub into her mouth, she just knew how to, and her eyes rolled back in her head. A hot flush came over her and for a moment Brenda felt like she was perspiring from every pore, then, “Oh, yes, Sharon!”
She came.
Brenda wailed as she felt herself pulse and throb against the woman’s lips for the longest time. Weightless, powerless, Brenda clamped her thighs around her Captain’s head in a feeble attempt to stop her from moving.
Lips parted in a silent moan, her muscles contracting on their own, Brenda wanted to scream or cry or die, and whoever had added the word ‘bliss’ to orgasmic, had no idea what they were talking about.
Torture, she thought, her thighs quivering as her orgasm continued and Sharon’s tongue swept over her pulsing nub, just to be mean, Brenda was convinced then she finally released her,.
The blonde’s legs fell apart and she managed to let go of the woman’s hair, prying her fingers apart. She flung both arms over her eyes, breathing heavily, slightly embarrassed at her state yet when Sharon moved from between her legs, Brenda couldn’t care less about modesty.
She felt the woman’s body next to her, the silken slip she was wearing soft against her skin, and Sharon’s fingertips trailed over her belly.
Brenda flung her arms onto the bed and stared up into Sharon’s eyes, curling her toes as she managed to pull her legs together.
“Good?”
The blonde barely managed to suppress a grin. “Very good,” she whispered conspiringly and watched Sharon’s eyes shine.
They didn’t kiss.
“I have a...guest room, if you’d rather--”
“No, nope.” Brenda bit her lip and sat up slowly. “I’m fine.” She managed to get under the covers, pulling the robe up and wrapping it around her body. “I just need some sleep, is all.”
Sharon nodded and started moving. “Alright.” Under the covers, she reached for the light switch. “Goodnight.”
Brenda rolled over. “Night.”
A moment of silence went by then she heard Sharon breathe in and out.
“You know what?” Brenda sat up. “I’ll take the guest room--”
“Of course.” The brunette turned the light on.
“It’s just not--it’s just--”
“Weird.”
“Exactly. Thank you...Cap’n, I mean, Sharon.”
“You’re welcome.”
Brenda flung the covers aside and slid out with a questioningly arched eyebrow.
“Next door.”
Nodding, the blonde crossed the room, aware of the fact that the flimsy robe barely covered anything, and opened the door to the hallway.
Turning around one last time, Brenda put a smile on her face. “See you tomorrow.”
Part Two