RaStro FicS

Feelings Unknown (5)

Glaiza had noticed the brunette's coldness since she arrived at the office and the lawyer's determined to know why. "Rhian, could you come in here?"

The brunette looked up, and for the first time, she didn't just get up and go in. "What's going on?" She called back.

There was a brief pause. "I need to prepare for my three o'clock."

The brunette glanced at her clock. It was barely two. "Now?" she asked.

"Now?" She sounded surprised. "Uhmmm, yes, now."

She saw the brunette bit her lip and almost said no. She didn't, though, of course. "Coming," she called back.

In her office, the brunette closed the door, and looked at her, her heart twisting all over again at those beautiful fiery brown eyes staring across at her. Though, she still seemed surprised and concerned at the moment.

"Is something wrong, Rhian?" she asked.

The brunette opened her mouth as if she's about to say something else but ended up saying, "No, nothing's wrong."

"Good," she said slowly, still looking concerned. She knew there was still an hour before her meeting, so she intended to talk to the brunette sincerely.

The brunette stepped around her desk, and she turned to meet her gaze. It was not her plan but as the brunette knelt down, slid up her skirt, pulled her panties down, just a bit roughly, and slid her mouth back against her again, she sighed, and quivered, almost breaking just in that instant.

After several long moments, the brunette opened her eyes, looking up at her only to meet her own brown eyes staring back at those orbs. The brunette looked steadily up at her, her eyes wide and slightly glazed. Their eyes stayed locked for a long moment, and her mouth moved against her, she moaned softly, her eyes staring down into the brunette's widening even more. She had never had a chance looking into those incredible eyes when she pleasures her.

"Rhian," she whispered, starting to say something.

Her lips caressed her again, and kept moving, continuously stroking and nibbling and lightly sucking her outer, then inner, lips. She hissed in a soft breath, her eyes so big. There was a strange light in her eyes as well as they stared each other down. The depth of emotion in her eyes startled the lawyer, though they were not emotions she could identify. She did not dare to hope. She let out a long, sighing moan, and relaxed, her fingers tightening in the brunette's hair as she felt one gentle, curious, tentative lick.

"Don't stop," she whispered, not looking away. And so, with their eyes locked together, the brunette began again. "Denise," she breathed, staring into those eyes, unable to look away now. "Ah! Rhian...Denise Ahhhahhhhh!" she cried out, long and high as the brunette's sucking, licking mouth sent her over the edge. Her head arched back, their gaze finally breaking as she was swept under by an intense orgasm. Her hips quivered throughout, and she's pretty sure the mouth under her was filled by her nectar. She relaxed with a shuddering moan, and her hands fell from the brunette's hair to dangle limply beside her.

She felt the brunette shuddered on her own as she began to relax. She shook herself, summoning enough energy to pull herself back up onto her chair by the elbows. Eventually, the brunette was able to sit back, who seemed shaky as well, and now, neither of them could meet the other's eyes.

The brunette glanced up at the clock on her desk, and blinked, flushing slightly. "Uhmmm...your meeting's in just a few minutes. I'll let them know you're on your way...I'll just leave you to, uhmmm, straighten up." Not waiting for her response, she saw the brunette staggered to her feet, and half-stumbled back out to her desk. She planned to talk to the brunette after her meeting, for real this time.