Wild Abandon

by Ronica Black

  As the thoughts played out in her mind, she reached up to touch the warm, soft skin of Sarah’s cheek. The feel of her, delicate and beautiful, anchored Chan. Sarah was real. And she was here.

  “Eternity, huh?” Chan half teased, half tested.

  Sarah pressed her lips together. “Something like that,” she whispered and Chan saw the heat rise in her cheeks.

  She was embarrassed and Chan nearly swooned, completely endeared and moved by the innocence she saw. Sarah searched her face, and as if she saw the recognition in Chan’s eyes, she moved in again and enveloped her with another dominant kiss. Chan knew it was Sarah’s way of moving beyond the intimate moment. She understood, and her body thrummed as the kiss continued.

  Sarah’s long, talented tongue probed her mouth with obvious thirst. Chan moaned with delight, her hands finding the back of Sarah’s neck just as Sarah’s found her backside. Then, with skill and ease, Sarah hoisted her up and carried her to the couch in the living room. She sat Chan down carefully and lowered herself to her knees before her. She pulled on Chan’s lower lip as their mouths separated.

  “When I heard your voice tonight, something inside me sparked to life,” Sarah said as she slowly unbuttoned Chan’s blouse. “I can’t explain it, but I had to see you. I had to lay my eyes on you again.” She paused and looked deep into her eyes. “And my hands.” She eased the blouse open and gently lowered it from Chan’s shoulders.

  Nearly speechless, Chan confessed her fear. “I thought I would never see you again.”

  Sarah removed the blouse and laid it on the couch next to Chan. She raised up a bit to kiss Chan’s neck, causing her to shiver with excitement.

  Clinging to her once more, Chan continued to speak. “I’m glad you’re giving me a chance.” She meant it, and she hoped Sarah would understand just how much. Despite her raging libido, Sarah’s feelings were first and foremost on her mind.

  “We should take it slow.” Sucking in shaky breaths, she felt awakened by Sarah’s hungry kisses and caresses.

  “Shh.” Sarah bit and nuzzled the delicate flesh just below her ear. “Don’t think about it.”

  Strong hands pulled Chan until she was standing. Sarah seared a stare up at her from her knees, and Chan’s legs quaked with anticipation. The button of her slacks was opened with quick ease as the cool night air touched the bare skin of her abdomen and shoulders. Her head swam with desire as Sarah lowered her pants in a fluid motion, pulling them free of her now-shoeless feet. She stood before the cop, her skin alive and chilled with goose bumps, yet burning and craving like that of a being starved of touch.

  “What about you?” she managed to rasp as Sarah’s fingers eased down her satin panties. Everything was happening so quickly and so wonderfully. She loved the feel of Sarah’s breath on her thighs, the delicate strokes of her fingertips as she undressed her. She didn’t want it to stop, but she had to think of Sarah.

  “I’m fine.” The panties were removed and tossed over Sarah’s shoulder with a grin. “Take off your bra.” Her hands ran fiery trails up and down Chan’s thighs, making her shake with need.

  “But…you…you haven’t undressed.” She had to grip Sarah’s shoulders in order to maintain balance. It was happening again, she was quickly losing control. She shuddered with arousal, shuddered with weakness. She couldn’t fight it; her head felt too warm, too heavy.

  Sarah gripped her wrists, gaining her full attention. “I told you, I’m fine.” She leaned in to place light kisses on Chan’s legs. “Now, let me watch as you take off your bra.”

  Serious, intense blue eyes stared up at her as her own excited and nervous fingers unlatched her bra. Sarah’s vein pulsed in her neck and Chan saw her jaw clench as she removed the material, releasing her pale breasts.

  “Yes,” Sarah purred up at her. “Beautiful. Now, sit down on the sofa.”

  Chan hesitated slightly, too stirred to think clearly. Sarah was still her concern but she couldn’t imagine arguing with her. Instead, she did what the cop wanted and willed the rest to fall into place. This, she convinced herself, was what she wanted too.

  Sarah knelt down in front of her once more, pulling Chan gently to the edge. With deliberation, her fierce eyes never leaving Chan’s, Sarah spread her legs and used her right hand to stroke up her thigh to her awaiting flesh.

  “I want to take you, Chandler. I want to take you over and over again.” She licked her lips as her hand crept closer. “Do you want me to take you?”

  Chan trembled and nearly cried out as the hand found her, wet and willing. The long fingers rimmed the outside of her aching flesh, careful to avoid the clitoris, adding more fuel to her raging fire.

  “Yes.” The answer crawled up from her belly as it clenched with every move of the fingers.

  “Say it,” came the demand. “Tell me you want me to take you.” The fingers dipped down into her vagina where her satin pooled, waiting. But instead of diving in, they came back up, wet with arousal to stroke the sides of her swollen shaft. Chan groaned and jerked as the pleasure shot through her.

  “Mmm…I want you to.” She jerked again, grabbing the teasing wrist, holding it to her.

  “You want me to what?” Sarah whispered, low and smooth, continuing her deliberate strokes. Chan closed her eyes and exhaled as she writhed and jerked. Another moan escaped her as Sarah demanded more.

  “Tell me.” She raised her other hand then as Chan opened her eyes. With her left thumb, she rubbed the exposed head of Chan’s clitoris as her other fingers squeezed and stroked the length of the shaft.

  “Oh God!”

  “Tell me, Chandler. Say it.” The assault continued and Chan bit her lower lip, the pleasure pushing her beyond her threshold.

  “God…take me…I want you to take me,” she breathed out, begging.

  As the words were spoken, Sarah stiffened with harnessed strength and lowered her right hand. With one fluid motion, her fingers slipped inside of Chan, a hot, searing sword of pleasure. Chan cried out and arched her back, her swollen, flesh alive and hungry. Sarah thrust into her forcefully, leaning up against Chan, sucking her breasts, pinching the nipples with her teeth.

  “Yes,” Sarah cooed, kissing and licking her chest. Her left arm moved to Chan’s hip, supporting, holding, demanding. “Do you want to come?”

  “Yes.” Chan opened her eyes, realizing with surprise that they had been shut. She looked down at Sarah and her pleasure increased, moved by the very sight of her. “I want to kiss you.” She voiced her own demand.

  “You want to kiss me while you come?”

  “Yes.” Chan clenched her teeth as she answered, dangerously close to exploding as the fingers worked her, fucked her, hitting her G-spot just right as she rode them.

  Sarah lifted her face and braced herself against Chan, careful to keep her fingers thrusting. Chan reached out and grabbed Sarah’s head, bringing Sarah’s mouth up to her own. The kiss was ravenous, dangerously fierce. Chan claimed Sarah with her tongue, her lips, her teeth. Biting, probing, sucking, unable to get enough of her.

  Sarah kissed her back just as hard, groaning up into her, audibly turned on by the feel of Chan’s nails on her scalp. As Chan felt the wet, hot velvety tongue of her lover against her own, she came.

  The orgasm rocked through her like an enormous volcano followed quickly by a soul-shattering earthquake. Her mouth, her hands, her vagina clung to Sarah, refusing to let go. She wanted to consume her, in every way possible. Her body shook and pulsed as the climax reverberated through her and ultimately through Sarah. As the last wave crested and then flattened to sweep ashore, Chan relaxed and then fell limp against the other woman.

  Sarah sat still, bracing her. Chan pulled her bruised mouth away and released her grip on the dark hair. Panting, she flopped herself back against the couch, her arms heavy and tingling at her sides.

  Sarah lowered her backside to rest on her feet, but kept her fingers nestled up deep within Chan. “I can still feel you throbbing.”

>   Chan laughed weakly. “That’s because I’m not done with you yet.”

  “No?”

  Chan opened her eyes slowly to meet a sea of churning blue. “No.” Sitting up, she lowered her mouth to Sarah’s, gently kissing her on the lips. “You, Officer Monroe, are one hell of a passionate lover.”

  “Think so?”

  “Absolutely.” Again Chan wondered what it was that ailed this warrior of a woman.

  Sarah broke eye contact and leaned in, turning her fingers over inside of Chandler. The movement felt hot and full, causing Chan to gasp.

  With a serious look upon her near-perfect face, Sarah whispered, “I need to taste you.”

  She glanced up and Chan was shocked to see something different in her gaze. Gone was the fierceness, the conquering fiery blue. The pale yellow halo she had seen before was more prominent, shining outward to warm Chan’s bare skin. The look was calming, warm and something else. Caring. A quick spark startled her heart.

  Sarah pressed her fingers into her then, holding the emotions captive, stroking them from the inside out. Chan watched in awe as her beautiful face softened and burned at the same time. Her high cheeks brushed with the color of desire, her lips pursed with deep pink fullness.

  The intense pleasure urged Chan to toss her head and groan with need, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the face before her. Sarah was watching her, reveling in the pleasure she was giving. Every gasp, every whimper that escaped Chan’s throat seemed to be a gift given in return.

  Chan reached out and held the face that was touching her heart. Inside her chest things were happening—there was fluttering, there was heat, there was a tightening. As the new feelings grew, she took Sarah’s lips with her own. She needed to feel them, needed to press against them and breathe against their fullness.

  The kiss was soft, yet hungry. The taste and smell of Sarah lured her, called to her, so much so that she felt she would die if she didn’t breathe her in. Chan held her tighter and kissed her harder. She couldn’t explain what was happening or why. But she wanted Sarah, from the inside out. Not just wanted her—needed her.

  Nearly breathless, she pulled away and looked deep into her eyes once again. Sarah gazed up at her, her own breathing quick and hot. There was no sly grin, no mischievous playfulness in her eyes. And when she spoke, a ragged whisper, there was no conquering dominance in her voice.

  “Chan.”

  It was all she said. All she had to say.

  Chan stroked her face as their eyes melted into one another, much like their breath had done seconds before. Warming, swirling, mixing, becoming one. Chan shuddered again, moved beyond all words. All words with the exception of one.

  “Sarah.” It was a plea. A begging, an insistence that the other woman immediately understood as their mouths met yet again.

  They kissed, long and hungry, wet and hot. A brief precursor to what was to come between her legs. Sarah thrust into her, paralleling the movement of her tongue. Chan felt her fingertips turn over where they stroked the back side of her tightening wall. The sensation was phenomenal, and Chan couldn’t help but cry out.

  She tore her mouth away as she tensed and arched her back and pelvis, unknowingly trying to consume Sarah’s hand. Sarah let out a groan as she watched Chan writhe atop her fingers. Her eyes bore an intensity Chan had never seen before as she lowered herself to Chan’s reddened clitoris.

  Chan heard her own sounds. They were quick and throaty, the pleasure unbelievable. Sarah’s mouth was hot and fierce, soft and hard against her flesh. She felt the sweet blissful pressure leave her suddenly and she looked down. Sarah was looking up at her again with incredible passion, and Chan felt her breath steal from her chest as Sarah spoke.

  “Watch me, Chandler. Watch my mouth take you.”

  Chan swallowed and focused on Sarah’s face, watching as it moved toward her center again. Sarah’s breath was hot and teasing, as was her tongue, which extended to lick around Chan’s clitoris. The sensation increased when Sarah’s tongue flattened to lick her slowly up and down. Every time it passed over her clit, Chan shook with the need to come. Her hands clung to the chestnut mane. She needed more, would die for more. She tangled her fingers in the thick hair, trying desperately to hold Sarah to her.

  The cop groaned in pleasure and responded by placing her entire mouth up next to the wet flesh. Chan watched as Sarah devoured her, sucking her. It felt so good. So goddamned good. Her body rocked in pleasurable motion, shoving itself in undulating waves against Sarah. Chan held fast to her head and clenched her eyes, unable to keep to them open any longer. Her mind and body became one, elevating to a level beyond her physical being. She felt free, she felt bright, she felt alive. And then suddenly, just when she didn’t think she could feel any better, she did.

  The orgasm crashed down upon her with such great force she nearly shattered. It tore through her, rocking her like a tiny vessel consumed by giant waves at sea, and she held on to Sarah for dear life. As she rode it out, she tensed and shook and shuddered, all the while using Sarah to stay afloat in the stormy seas.

  In the distance she saw light piercing through the fog that hung over the sea, beckoning her home, along with a smooth, calming voice calling to her. As she stilled, she opened her eyes to try and focus on the beacon of light. Her lighthouse.

  The fog around her dissipated and the sea pulled back from shore, leaving her on solid ground. The lighthouse was the living room lamp; the voice, Sarah. The cop sat before her, stroking her legs, smiling softly up at her.

  Holy shit. Chan raised a trembling hand to her temple. Sarah had done it again. Somehow, she had managed to take Chan to new heights. To shake her very world with one incredible orgasm after another. But Chan knew, even as she thought it, that it went beyond the physical pleasure. It went beyond the orgasm. It was deeper. It was meaningful. She blinked slowly at Sarah, who glowed with warmth as their eyes met. It was intimacy.

  Chan continued to study her, amazed and moved. She was unbelievable. The whole thing was unbelievable and surreal. She had spent her entire adult life studying all aspects of sex. And yet here she sat, baffled by something she had never known before. Something so strong and overwhelming, yet untouchable; it didn’t exist in a world where she could wrap her hands around it.

  Intimacy. Yes, she knew the word. Knew it well enough to know that this even went beyond that. It was more. Chan felt her chest tighten with emotion. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the powerful realizations. But she found it difficult to do so with Sarah staring up at her, all confidence and sexiness, laced with deep, purring passion and yearning.

  Not to mention the fact that she had just experienced two soul-altering orgasms that obviously had pushed her emotions dangerously close to the surface. Though it had never happened to her before, she recognized it for what it was. She had read about women who often cried after a good orgasm. Now, for the first time, she understood how that could happen. Swallowing back the rawness she was feeling, she eased herself very carefully from the couch to the floor in front of Sarah, their noses nearly touching. She swallowed back the burning of emotions and willed herself to regain some control.

  Sarah’s fingers were still inside her and she felt the heat from them as they turned once again. Sarah looked at her with waves of dark blue churning desire. She was still obviously turned on, and her look of sensual wanting fanned Chan’s fire yet again.

  Chan shook with helpless pleasure as she felt the fingers pushing up and in, curling. She reached out, desperate to feel her heated skin. She stroked Sarah’s face, nearly overwhelmed with her beauty, her presence. She was suddenly overcome by an urge to voice her thoughts and share her feelings but she bit them back, too afraid. She wasn’t afraid of Sarah, she was afraid of herself. She fought off the stirring feelings and concentrated instead on pleasuring Sarah, on giving back to her.

  Taking in a deep breath, she relaxed and began to gyrate against the firm fingers as her own moved to unbutto
n Sarah’s blouse.

  Sarah tensed and Chan slowed, meeting her eyes. She wanted Sarah to feel. To feel all that she felt.

  “Relax,” Chan said softly. “Just think about how I feel and the pleasure you’re giving me.”

  Sarah exhaled a long breath and nodded.

  “Help me do it,” Chan encouraged.

  Her hands trembled as they joined Sarah’s to fan open the blouse. The strong woman wore a pale satin bra, contrasting against her darker skin. The muscles in her shoulders, arms, and abdomen were hard and etched, contracting with each movement. As Sarah thrust into her, Chan saw her pectoral muscle pulse just above her bra. She was an incredible specimen of a human being, the closest to perfection Chan had ever seen.

  “You’re breathtaking.” Her throat tightened again with emotion just as a hint of red darkened Sarah’s cheeks. “And you feel so good inside me.” She sighed as she moved. “I want to feel you too.”

  Chan cupped her face and then grazed her fingertips down her neck. “Put your fingers with mine.” Chan’s hand rested at the base of Sarah’s neck.

  Sarah shuddered and raised her hand to rest next to Chandler’s.

  “Now,” Chan whispered, “touch yourself.”

  Sarah touched her own skin lightly and Chan’s fingers quickly joined Sarah’s, encouraging, leading. Together they moved slowly, awakening, caressing, and exploring down below Sarah’s neck to her chest. Chan leaned in to kiss her, to follow the path of their fingers.

  Her skin was warm brown sugar to Chan’s lips. She inhaled, her senses alive and stirring with all that Sarah was. A mixture of different scents made her dizzy. Shampoo, hot skin, and an alluring masculine cologne. She eased their fingers down over Sarah’s bra to her stomach, where she felt her muscles contract.

  “You feel so good,” she whispered. “Can you feel? Do you feel how beautiful you are?”