Kirsty was transfixed as Saffron’s hands caressed her from behind, Saffron’s mouth nuzzling her neck, her soul being coaxed by Saffron’s words.
“I don’t want you to be shy around me. You’re spectacular. In fact, spectacular takes on a new meaning when I’m with you.”
Saffron’s hands went south, just like Kirsty’s blood supply, all pumping down her body. When Saffron undid Kirsty’s trousers, she wondered if her legs would hold. When Saffron’s hand slipped into her pants and then lower still, she whispered again in Kirsty’s ear.
“Spectacular.”
Kirsty was so wet.
They tumbled to the bed, Saffron ridding Kirsty of the rest of her clothes, along with her own. She kissed her way up her body, before rolling on top of her, making Kirsty groan.
“You feel absolutely incredible.”
Saffron kissed her neck in response. “So do you,” she rasped before crushing Kirsty’s mouth with her own.
Kirsty’s vision went into romance mode, all fuzzy around the edges. She hadn’t expected this when she woke up that morning. To spend the evening with Saffron. To bump into Anna. To be propelled back here. To be naked in Saffron’s bed.
Anna was another life, one Kirsty was well and truly done with. Now, right here in this bed, it might not only be Ginger rewriting her future. However, Kirsty wasn’t thinking long-term. There was no point. Right now, her future lasted till tomorrow morning. She was ready to jump in with both feet.
Saffron was already in with both hands. One on her breast. The other travelling south.
Kirsty breathed in pure desire as Saffron’s hand swept through her centre.
“Fuck,” she said.
Saffron kissed Kirsty’s lips before her fingers went back to what they were doing.
“Like this?” Saffron started slow, slipping in, then out.
Kirsty gasped. She was falling fast. “Yes,” was all she could manage. Her focus was elsewhere.
“And this?” Saffron’s hands were all over and inside her, until Kirsty couldn’t even recall who she’d been before this all began.
All the pillars of her life crumbled to dust, reduced to just this moment. The most important. The one she and Saffron were sharing.
They began their own rhythm.
Saffron pressing, sliding, kissing.
Kirsty arching, thrusting, longing.
The fire was lit, then the flames began to lick their way up through Kirsty as she writhed on Saffron’s sheets, pulling one corner of the fabric into her balled fist.
Saffron was giving her all she had.
Kirsty’s eyelids flickered open.
Their gazes locked.
Saffron changed her rhythm, making Kirsty gasp.
She could feel it building, feel every muscle she had tightening to Saffron’s touch. Some moments later, the beautiful cacophony her body was playing reached an ultimate crescendo. Kirsty let herself fall into Saffron’s safe embrace, coming undone with some style as all the emotion and the pent-up desire of the past few weeks flooded out.
Saffron held her tight, then kissed all the way down her body, breathing hard. When that hot breath landed next to Kirsty’s pussy, Kirsty purred. Before she had time to process, Saffron took her into her mouth and devoured her.
Kirsty could do nothing but come again, then again. Fireworks burst in her heart. Every cell of her body lit up with pleasure.
Saffron stopped only when Kirsty put a hand on her head.
