However, Camarin did notice. "Well, thank you," she replied, her voice very cool and distant. "I must admit, it's a bit colder out than I realized. Don't know what possessed me to walk all this way in the cold. And with my hair still damp, too," she added, running her fingers over her hair.
"Then it's settled," Kimberly said. She slid Camarin's jacket from her shoulders and gave her a gentle push toward the fireplace. "Go make yourself comfortable while I hang your coat up to dry and put the cocoa on. See you later, Hon," she called out to Mark.
He was standing at the kitchen door. "Yeah, I'll be back in a bit,"
he said. Looking at Camarin once more, he nodded very politely, then turned and left.
Both women listened as Mark started his four-wheel drive and sped out of the driveway. It was an awkward moment, Camarin thinking she'd stepped too far over the line and Kimberly wishing she'd step a little further. Trying to deflect an embarrassing moment, both women looked away. Camarin warmed her hands over the fire while Kimberly busied herself in the kitchen making the hot cocoa.
Mark pulled over once he was out of sight of the cabin. He knew something was going on between the two women. He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew it was something. When he thought about it though, he realized Kimberly might be experiencing the same premarital trepidation he'd experienced after he decided to propose to her. Time to talk to Uncle Bob, he told himself, patting the ring inside his jacket pocket. He'd planned to officially spring the question this weekend.
While Mark could work up a good argument to quiet his fears, Kimberly could not think of a way to dissuade her feelings toward the woman in her living room. She stirred the hot cocoa, postponing her return to the living room for as long as possible while she tried to figure something out. "Oh, hell," she muttered to herself. "What's the worst thing that could happen?" She poured the cocoa and carried the steaming cups on a tray into the living room.
Camarin smiled broadly at Kimberly as she crossed the room. She held the tray and two napkins that she'd grabbed on her way past the dining room table. Afraid she would drop something, Camarin hurried over and offered to take the tray. "Well, at least let me take the napkins," she said when Kimberly shooed her away, insisting she was okay.
As Camarin took the napkins, theirs hands brushed together once again. They paused, searching one another's eyes, looking for some sign, some hint of the other's attraction. Kimberly knew it was now or never. She set the tray on the nearest table and took the napkins from Camarin's hand. She tossed them aside, leaned forward and offered Camarin her mouth.
Acting as if the incident earlier in the day had never happened, Camarin pressed her lips against Kimberly's. It was a gentle kiss, filled with all the hesitancy and uncertainty of first time lovers.
Camarin's heart was racing, but she forced herself to keep her hands at her sides, her lips the only part of her body touching Kimberly. Her hesitancy was in part because of Taryn and her expressed interest in being the first woman to take Kimberly. Yet, at a deeper level, she knew it was something more. Kimberly Justin threatened to unnerve her and she found the prospect both exciting and threatening.
Kimberly waited anxiously, eager for Camarin to embrace her.
When she continued to hesitate, Kimberly moved forward and stepped into her arms as though she'd been there many times before. She felt Camarin's mouth press against her neck as they held each other close.
Feeling one another's heartbeats, their breathing shifted so their breasts rose together and their nipples anxiously sought contact.
"Ah," Kimberly gasped, her hands tightening around Camarin's arms as their nipples touched.
They moved together, teasing one another in a maddening sort of way, neither one of them ready to commit to crossing that final boundary. Their mouths fell open and they could hear one another panting with excitement. They stepped back and gazed into each other's eyes, questioning, always questioning. Seconds that seemed like hours passed, their tongues waiting anxiously for the other's touch. And then, finally, they kissed. There was neither gentleness nor hesitancy this time. Their lips were devouring one another, their tongues anxious to taste and explore, hands twisting through hair as their faces drew closer. Their lips crushed together, their teeth pressing hard against one another's mouth.
Kimberly groaned with desire, her cunt throbbing, begging to be taken. Eagerly she kissed Camarin's mouth, bruising her tender lips, sucking them so hard she felt them swelling. Yet, she could not stop.
She heard Camarin gasp and paused to listen for her protest. Hearing only silence, she resumed her hungry quest. "Oh," she moaned. "I want you. I want you so badly, I feel like I'm going to come just kissing you."
Camarin smiled inwardly, her heart soaring to new heights. Their mouths fit together so perfectly, working frantically to close the gap and fulfill their mutual longing. "Are … are you sure you want to do this?" Camarin gasped between kisses.
Kimberly placed her hands on Camarin's ass, her fingers exploring the firm cheeks, wondering at the strength of the muscles underneath.
She opened her mouth, searching for Camarin's lower lip, alternately biting and sucking it, spanking it into submission. She squeezed Camarin's ass and pulled her hard against her. Camarin's mound was pressing against her stomach and Kimberly reached underneath her, searching for the magic button, the spot that would make Camarin moan and tremble in her arms.
Camarin growled, angry with herself for feeling this way, for wanting to be taken, rather than taking. She gripped Kimberly's ass cheeks in her hands, squeezing her so hard she screamed. The passion that had transported both women to another world was now fueling Camarin's age-old need for control. She gripped Kimberly's face, her mouth claiming her lips, her tongue, the very air she breathed. When Kimberly responded in kind, Camarin's anger was stilled. It lay dormant beneath the surface of her need, the overwhelming need for Kimberly Justin to take her and make her submit to the burning desire between her legs. Camarin Knight was fast losing control.
Together they entered this space. It was a world where passion ignited and flames sparked between them, a place where lust overrode the restraints of right and wrong. Mouths hot and wet, they plundered. Taking what they wanted as their lips met, closing the distance that had filled both with a longing that ached inside their chests. Mouths working together, they opened and closed, locked and captured. So hungry, oh so hungry!
Kimberly caressed Camarin's back as her hand moved down to her ass, fingers closing around the tightened muscles, squeezing the burning flesh. She pressed Camarin's hips forward once again. This time she resisted, keeping their groins only centimeters apart. The flames licked and burned, crossing the distance, the heat so hot and explosive it seared their clothing and bathed their clits in the silky hot juices of arousal. Kimberly wanted so desperately to cross that final distance. Oh, how she longed to feel Camarin's clit pressed between her fingers! Slick and slippery, challenging her to keep pace, to take her into her mouth and suck her sweet juices. "Oh," she groaned, her nails digging into Camarin's back, scratching her through her clothing.
Camarin growled and gripped Kimberly's ass firmly in her hands.
She thrust her cunt back and forth, harder and harder against her own.
Her jacket hung open and she used one hand to undo the buttons on her shirt, the other keeping Kimberly's ass moving in rhythm with her own. Her nipples were so hot and tender, they screamed and begged to be touched. Quickly Camarin unbuttoned Kimberly's blouse, smiling when she felt bare skin underneath. Pushing the sides apart, she rushed forward, rubbing her bare nipples back and forth over Kimberly's. The points were hard and erect, wanting more, aching to be taken into the other's hot, wet mouth. Camarin groaned and dropped to her knees.