Those Ocean Eyes

Chapter 35

Cassie's as demanding in the bedroom as she is in the dance studio and - as per usual - she doesn't mince her words when it comes to appraising Rachel's technique.

"OK, Schwimmer, how about you stop stalling and get to the good stuff?" Cassie commands, and Rachel gasps when she trails a hand over her inner thigh. "That's presuming you even know how," she adds with a mocking smile, and then she presses into her without any warning, moving her hand in maddeningly slow circles.

Rachel's vision goes a little hazy, and she finds it hard to concentrate on what Cassie's saying when she increases the pressure of her touch.

"I could always break out my compact mirror and give you an anatomy lesson?" Cassie teases, and her eyes are sparkling mischievously.

Rachel narrows her eyes, doing her level best to look offended. "That... that won't be necessary, thank you."

"OK, well, in that case, I want you to fuck me, Schwimmer. I want you to suck on my clit until your tongue starts to cramp, and then I want your fingers inside of me. Do you think you can manage that?"

For a moment, Rachel's rendered completely speechless. Cassie may have eased her into this gently, but clearly she's not a fan of the softly-softly approach herself. In fact, she seems determined to abide by her earlier mantra - that this is just sex - but Rachel's so turned on right now, she's more than happy to play along. She's tempted to salute and say "yes, mistress; your wish is my command," but she settles for a hesitant, "I can... try?" instead.

Cassie laughs, pulling her into a fervent kiss, and Rachel hopes her inexperience isn't too obvious as she unties Cassie's robe and summons up the courage to do what she's wanted to do since pretty much the first moment they met.

Pleasuring Finn never required much finesse, and it's not like they ever really... experimented, so Rachel doesn't have a clue where she's going with this, but the desire to touch Cassie is overwhelming, so she just follows her instincts and hopes for the best possible outcome. She kisses her way from Cassie's neck to her collarbone, smiling when she gets a brief insight into how fast Cassie's pulse is racing, but her smile rapidly fades when she sees the bruise that's still marring her flawless complexion. Her heart constricts as she's reminded of the events of last night, but when she brushes her lips against the angry purple mark in a repeat of her earlier tenderness, Cassie flinches away from her.

"Don't," she says firmly, and Rachel looks at her questioningly, but Cassie just seizes hold of her hands, placing them on top of her breasts. Rachel's cheeks turn pink, and Cassie rolls her eyes.

"Are you going to do something with those, or do you expect me to feel myself up?" she demands, and Rachel knows she can't afford to be shy. She doesn't want to be, not when Cassie's finally giving her a chance to take control.

She runs her tongue along the length of Cassie's sternum, lavishing her breasts with attention, and feels a thrill of satisfaction as she watches a pink flush spread across Cassie's chest. She flicks her tongue over Cassie's taut nipples, and grins triumphantly when Cassie purses her lips and makes a low, guttural noise in the back of her throat. Her eyes are still open, though, and she's watching Rachel with unnerving intensity, like they're back in class and she's poised to criticise her every move.

Rachel doesn't feel clumsy anymore, though, not when Cassie's breathing is becoming increasingly laboured. She strokes her fingers over Cassie's stomach, gradually venturing lower, and traces the outline of the mole that's situated just above her pelvis. She presses a kiss against Cassie's neck, and then sucks lightly on her shoulder - long enough to leave a faint mark of her own. Cassie's hands rake over her hips and come to rest against her ass, and Rachel bites back a moan, because being able to touch Cassie like this is somehow just as arousing as being the focal point of Cassie's attention.

Cassie's like a female Adonis, with a body that was made for worshipping, and Rachel would gladly spend the rest of her life paying tribute. She takes her time exploring every inch of Cassie's perfect physique, stroking, licking, and kissing her, until Cassie covers her face with her hands and heaves an aggrieved sigh.

"I haven't got all night, Schwimmer, so can you please just... get on with it?"

Rachel ducks her head and tries not to look deflated, because clearly Cassie isn't enjoying this as much as she is. She pulls back a little, but Cassie wraps her legs around her waist, tugging her forwards until Rachel lands on top of her with an audible grunt.

"I didn't say I wanted you to stop," she reminds her, and her expression is tender as she strokes Rachel's cheek. Her kiss feels like a heartfelt apology, and Rachel can't help but respond, trying not to get too carried away when she absorbs the tantalising sensation of their bodies melding together.

"Am I..." Rachel hesitates, biting her lip, "I mean, is this OK? Are you - "

"Practice makes perfect," Cassie informs her wryly, "And I think you're starting to get the hang of it, Schwimmer."

"Starting to?" Rachel echoes indignantly, but Cassie's eyes are twinkling, and Rachel vows to wipe the smug smile off her face. With trembling fingertips, she slips her hand between Cassie's thighs, watching every nuance of her reaction. She must be doing something right, because Cassie's eyelids finally flutter shut and she bucks off the bed, biting back a curse. Rachel's stomach coils with pleasure as she coats her fingers in Cassie's arousal, and she tries not to whimper as she recalls her earlier words - "this is how much you turn me on." Still, even though it's obvious that Cassie's feeling pretty... stimulated, she still seems loath to relinquish control, so Rachel decides to take her earlier request under advisement.

Cassie's legs are spread unashamedly, and Rachel's knees feel wobbly as she shimmies down to settle between them. For a moment, all she can do is stare, and Cassie props herself up on her elbows, regarding her impatiently.

"Schwimmer, if you want to gawk at a vagina, go and watch some porn," she snipes, and Rachel swallows audibly, feeling her cheeks flush.

"C'mere." Cassie reaches out, gently tucking Rachel's hair behind her ears, and then she cups the back of her head, encouraging her to move closer. Rachel breathes in the musky scent of Cassandra's arousal, and suddenly she's yearning to taste her. She brushes her lips over Cassie's inner thighs, feeling Cassie's body tense with anticipation, and then she finally takes the plunge.

Cassie moans, long and low, as Rachel delves into her folds, and Rachel feels the reverberation somewhere deep inside of her. Cassie's sweet to the taste, which is a little ironic, and Rachel grins, finally feeling like she's the one calling the shots when Cassie's legs start to tremble against her cheeks. She licks over her in delicate, even strokes, until she lands on a spot that makes Cassie's hips slam against her face and her hands fist in her hair.

Rachel can't resist glancing upwards from her vantage point, because she wants to see what Cassie's face looks like in the throes of ecstasy, but Cassie just glares at her, like she can't believe Rachel actually had the audacity to move.