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Cassandra

S he felt Harriet everywhere. Not in the physical sense—although Harriet’s body was pressed delightfully close.

No, Cass felt Harriet’s energy wash through her as their kiss heated.

An urgency took over as Cass curled her hands around Harriet’s back, feeling taut muscles.

A shared moan echoed through the empty tearoom as Cass sucked on Harriet’s tongue.

“Come home with me.” The words left her mouth with as much passion as their kiss.

Cass couldn’t explain the reason Harriet made her feel like this, so…

unlike herself. And right now, she didn’t care.

There’d be time to analyse and overthink, but now wasn’t it.

Now, Cass needed to get Harriet home and in bed.

Harriet disentangled herself from Cass’s arms and stood up. With tousled hair and swollen lips, she looked down at Cass with unbridled lust. “Let’s go.” Two words that sent Cass’s head spinning. They were doing this—stepping over the line they’d been straddling for days.

Grabbing her purse and coat, Cass followed silently behind Harriet as she switched off the lights and locked the door.

Now the spell had been temporarily interrupted by their relocation, Cass’s brain was catching up.

She didn’t want to think about things. For once, all she wanted to do was go with the flow.

But as they walked towards Cass’s house, the little voice that so often derailed things piped up.

How sexy would it be when Cass asked Harriet to shower first?

It wouldn’t. Surely this…thing they were feeling would shatter into awkwardness.

It happened every time. And even if Harriet managed to get over that blundering mess, how would she feel when Cass inevitably lacked the diversity and knowledge Harriet was no doubt accustomed to? Cass was going to humiliate herself.

“Stay with me, Cass.” Cass felt a hand slip into hers and tug her forward. They’d made it to Cass’s house in record time. Harriet led the way, almost running the last few metres. She whirled around, pinning Cass with those deliciously salacious eyes. “Keys.”

Cass handed over her keys with a shaking hand. Harriet took them without comment. This was it. Where Cass would ruin things by asking—

“Bathroom,” Harriet stated, pulling Cass along.

When they arrived outside Cass’s en suite, Harriet pulled her back in for a toe-curling kiss.

Cass was not in charge of this at all . She was barely functioning, too caught up in shock.

“Shower. When you’re done, I want you on the bed.

Preferably naked, but I’ll leave that up to you. ”

She felt Harriet turn her body by the shoulders.

It was only when she stumbled through the bathroom door that she finally became cognisant of what had just happened.

Harriet had taken away any possibility of Cass’s need to clean-up from turning into anything resembling awkward.

If anything, she’d made the situation more fraught with delectable tension.

Discarding her clothes at an accelerated rate, Cass jumped in the shower, washing off the day’s grime.

Her mind was reeling, and her body was aching.

Was this really about to happen? The nagging thoughts surrounding Cass’s upcoming performance skated on the edge of her mind as she rinsed off the soapsuds and stepped out of the cubicle.

“Don’t ruin this before it’s even begun,” she whispered to herself. Wrapping the towel around her body, Cass entered her bedroom and immediately forgot her own name. Standing at the foot of the bed in all her naked glory was Harriet.

Stepping forward, Harriet brought her lips to Cass’s ear.

“On the bed.” Stepping aside, Harriet waited for Cass to move.

It took a second for her legs to cooperate, but eventually Cass moved.

Turning, she watched Harriet eye her from head to foot.

The slow lick of her lip nearly had Cass moaning out loud.

“I’ll be five minutes. Feel free to start without me.”

Did she mean she wanted Cass to…touch herself?

Mutual masturbation was one thing. Having a person watch her go solo without participating was new.

Biting her lip, Cass listened as the water started.

Harriet was in her shower. Naked and wet.

That was all the imagery she needed to throw caution to the wind and drop her towel.

Climbing on the bed, she settled against the headboard.

Her heart was through the roof, but not entirely due to nerves.

A large percentage was the fear of the unknown.

Regardless of her general insecurities, the first time sleeping with a new partner was always a little nerve-wracking. All the unknowns to contend with.

Shaking her head in a bid to clear her mind, Cass closed her eyes and concentrated on the sound of the water. Her mind swam with visions of Harriet soaping up. She witnessed Harriet’s hands gliding over her soft skin, dipping between her legs.

Oh, wow.

Cass was so lost in her imaginary world and the feelings she stoked with her own hands securely between her legs, she didn’t hear the bathroom door open.

It was only when a low moan emanated from its general direction, her eyes snapped open.

Harriet was still naked and still looking at her as if she were a meal.

Only now, Harriet’s hand was rubbing slow circles around her left nipple. “You are gorgeous. Please don’t stop.”

Swallowing hard, Cass re-engaged her fingers.

Soft touches around her clit before dipping into her wetness had her gritting her teeth, willing her body to slow down.

Cass’s eyes never left Harriet. Not when the first signs of an orgasm approaching built in her abdomen, or when Harriet dropped her other hand between her own legs.

It was only when the breath-stealing climax finally rocketed through her clit that Cass had to succumb and close her eyes.

She heard her own loud groan carry through the room. Then Harriet’s gasping cry of delight. Blood pumped through her ears as her chest rose and fell rapidly. Her lungs needed more air than she could inhale. “Oh, God,” she panted.

“That…was so bloody hot, Cass!”

Peeling her eyes open, Cass cast her gaze back to Harriet, who was bent at the waist, hands on knees. “Are you okay?”

Holding up her index finger, Harriet nodded. “That sucker ripped right through me. Wow.”

A smile formed. Had the sight of Cass masturbating really done that? Made Harriet fold over in wonder? There was something wholly satisfying about it, even though Cass would’ve preferred her fingers had been the ones to do the touching. Maybe next time.

Realising she was still exposed to the room, Cass closed her legs. What now? Usually, Cass was a one and done, but the sight and sound of Harriet coming kept the fire burning. Her clit was already responding to the pressure of her closed thighs.

“Can I get on the bed with you?” Harriet was vertical again and standing at the foot of the bed. Nodding, Cass bit her lip as she watched Harriet crawl towards her. Jesus Christ, she was gorgeous, sexy, and way out of Cass’s league.

When Harriet arrived at Cass’s side, she languidly trailed a finger up Cass’s stomach, causing her muscles to clench. “Can I straddle you again? I really liked it earlier.”

“Y-yes. Please.”

God, could she be more pathetic? Shouldn’t Cass be the one taking the lead? After all, she was the older one. The books she’d read usually portrayed the older MC as the debonair, confident, take-charge sort of person. Shouldn’t that be Cass in this particular situation?

“Come back to me, Cass.”

Zoning out in the middle of sex was also pathetic, so Cass was doing really swell so far. She rolled her eyes. Harriet giggled. “Did you just roll your eyes at me or yourself?”

“Myself.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not one bit.”

Studying her for a beat longer, Harriet shrugged. “Okay. Then I’ll do what I wanted to do in the tearoom.”

What Harriet had wanted to do in the tearoom was grind her wet centre into Cass’s, apparently. Grasping her hips, Cass helped deepen the roll. Her mouth was in reaching distance of two very pink and erect nipples.

Forging past her usual indecision, Cass leaned forward and sucked in one of those teasingly perfect breasts. Harriet gasped before burying both hands in Cass’s hair and holding her to her chest, encouraging Cass to suck harder.

They settled into a rhythm that left both women clawing at each other.

Cass had never gotten worked up a second time around so quickly.

But the feel of Harriet’s pleasure coating her lower torso was exquisite.

She still couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that she was the one getting Harriet so excited.

As they continued to build up to what was bound to be another soul-shattering orgasm, Cass took a chance—one that left her red-faced, even at the idea. But call it intuition, or blind faith, Cass just knew if she ran her finger just over—

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Harriet shouted the second Cass’s middle finger ran over her puckered entrance.

Feeling more confident, Cass let go of Harriet’s nipple with a pop. Her finger continued its soft assault on the rear as she captured Harriet’s lips in a devastating kiss.

The smell of sex permeated her senses, but she was too lost in the moment to care. Her hypersensitivity had latched on to Harriet’s butter-soft skin, and for once, Cass was happy for it.