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Oh.Oh.
Agnes knew that Cora was attracted to her as well. Was it so hard to believe that Cora had been affected by the surgery in a similar way to how Agnes had?
Agnes knew exactly what she should do. She should greet Cora politely, wash her own hands and then walk away.
Her feet seemed rooted to the spot. Instead of doing the sane thing and making a hasty retreat, she took a step toward Cora.
“Were you touching yourself, Cora?” The words were out of her mouth before she had a chance to regret them. Agnes expected Cora to deny it, but perhaps Cora recognized how futile such a denial would be.
“Maybe.” Her face was red, but her eyes met Agnes’ boldly. “What’s it to you?”
Oh, fuck, Agnes couldn’t do this. She needed release and it was clear from Cora’s body language that she was just as desperate. Agnes’ brain disconnected from her body and she acted.
She stepped forward into Cora’s space, capturing her lips in a hard, hot kiss. Cora moaned into the kiss, opening her mouth and pulling Agnes’ tongue in to dance with hers.
Agnes went straight for what she wanted. She pushed a hand past the waistband of Cora’s pants, moaning when she found Cora’s clit wet and swollen.
Cora gasped into the kiss as Agnes started slid her hand lower and pushed her fingers inside of Cora. It was so easy. She was so wet. Agnes wanted her so very much. Cora’s legs trembled as she clutched at Agnes’ shoulders to stay upright.
“Agnes, wait. Not here.”
Agnes pulled back from the kiss, but her fingers were still inside Cora. “On-call room?”
“Yeah.”
Cora whimpered as Agnes removed her hand but quickly straightened her pants and was out of the bathroom in a flash, Agnes hot on her heels.
Agnes locked the door of the on-call room with shaking hands; her hands were shaking because Cora’s arms were around her waist, her palm providing steady pressure on Agnes’ crotch, just where she needed it the most.
Agnes spun around and grabbed Cora by the hand, guiding her to one of the beds. Cora panted harshly as Agnes got her pants down around her ankles and went for what she had wanted so much for so long now.
She gave Cora’s pussy a long lick, finally bringing her tongue up to Cora’s clitoris. Cora let out a strangled yell and bucked up into the touch. Agnes grinned as she used her hands to hold Cora’s hips down, torturing her with the softest, slowest licks she could manage.
“Agnes… fuck, that’s so good. So good, Agnes. I need—please, I need more.”
Agnes had been planning on drawing this out longer, but the sound of Cora begging went straight to her head. She started licking more firmly, faster and faster and pushed the fingers of her right hand back inside Cora. It was only seconds until Cora’s breathless moans all merged together.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Cora chanted, her hands clenching the sheets beneath her. Her back arched up with a wail as her thighs tensed around Agnes and she came hard, convulsing on the bed beneath them. Agnes only stopped licking and slid her fingers out when Cora went limp, twitching slightly at the overstimulation.
The inferno in Agnes’ body had only grown larger and she couldn’t help herself any longer. She pulled her pants aside to reach her clit, but before she could so much as touch it, Cora’s hands grabbed hers.
“Let me,” Cora whispered. She was still out of breath, but her eyes were alight with excitement, and Agnes was hardly going to deny her when what she and Cora most wanted seemed to be the exact same thing.
“Lie back on the bed and take your pants off.”
Agnes thought she would combust just at those words. Cora, above her, looking sexier than ever. Agnes managed to kick the pants down to her ankles before Cora pounced. Cora wasn’t soft or slow. She was rough and passionate in her sexuality. Her mouth and fingers set to devouring Agnes immediately, sending waves of pleasure all the way through Agnes’ body. The feel of Cora’s fingers inside of her was mind-blowing. Cora’s fingers began to fuck her long and slow, reaching deep within her to give her every pleasure she had denied herself so long. Shivers reached every part of her and in an embarrassingly short amount of time, she was coming so hard it left her utterly breathless and spent, writhing on Cora’s tongue and fingers until the last bursts of pleasure faded.
Agnes came down slowly, gradually realizing that she had flopped onto the bed, half lying over Cora. Cora didn’t seem to mind at all. She was still catching her breath, seeming as blissed out as Agnes felt.
As she had known it would, guilt started bubbling up in Agnes’ mind.
What had she done? She felt like she could feel Jackie slipping further and further away from her with every memory of Cora’s sweet touch.
Agnes hadn’t just enjoyed that. She had been utterly blown away. It was the best sex she’d had in her life, and she was certain that it didn’t just feel like that because of her years of celibacy.
She had loved it even more than she’d loved her very best sex with Jackie.
Agnes was a terrible person; a traitor to the memory of her wife.
