Page 3 of Blazing Hearts

“Well,” Kara said after a moment, a faint grin tugging at her lips, “if tonight’s anything to go by, I’d say you’re off to a pretty good start. Though I have to disagree with not allowing yourself any distractions.”

“You might be right there. I do always find myself distracted by pretty things.” Mallory smiled as she watched a pink flush race across Kara’s face, likely a combination of her words and the wine. Feeling bold, she leaned forward, cupping Kara’s face and capturing her lips in a tentative kiss. As Kara sank forward, responding, she ran her tongue over her lips, tasting the wine they were sharing. Sweet and crisp.

Mallory felt herself being pulled into Kara’s arms, and let herself be brought further into the embrace. The alcohol now fueling the both of them, she felt warm, hot. Too hot.

“God, you’re hot. I mean, I’m hot. No?—”

Kara just laughed as Mallory fumbled trying to find the right words to say.

“Thank you. And I agree, you are certainly hot. If you’re too warm, I’m more than happy to help fix that. Don’t want you burning up after all. Not without me at least.”

Mallory felt Kara’s gaze traveling up and down her body, almost predatory, and felt a wave of heat rush through her.

“How about you? Are you warm?”

“Oh definitely, far too warm. Want to help me?”

Mallory just nodded in reply, not trusting her words to form.

Her behavior felt impulsive perhaps for her, but there was something about being in a new city that felt like she deserved this kind of freedom.

She stood, pulling Kara up with her before swiftly pulling her blouse over her head, tossing it across the room.

“Hmm, much better, though I’m sure there’s plenty more we can do to help,” Kara said, her eyes glazed over with want.

Mallory pulled the taller woman towards her, yanking Kara’s shirt up and over, letting it fall into a crumpled heap at their feet.

“Bedroom?”

“Bedroom.”

The pair rushed across the living room, belts unbuckled, bras unclasped, and pants slipped down their legs as they went.

As Mallory clasped Kara’s hand, leading her through the bedroom door, she found herself being picked up and plonked on her bed with a giggle. Damn, Kara was strong. Kara grinned looking down at her.

“Fuck, you were right. You are hot.”

She felt strangely at ease with Kara. And she liked it.

Mallory laughed before yanking Kara down beside her, winding her arm around to capture Kara’s small breasts in her hands. She relished in the sounds that came from Kara as she squeezed and pinched her nipples before leaning forward and taking one in her mouth. Gently nibbling and sucking, each moan that escaped Kara’s throat enlivened her.

Moving here had been an excellent idea after all.

Her reverie was only interrupted at the feeling of Kara’s hands working their way down her torso and towards her wanting pussy. As Kara’s fingers brushed against the folds of her pussy she arched forward, an electric shock of need coursing its way through her.

She moved her own hand down, matching what Kara was doing to her. She ran her fingers through Kara’s wetness at just the same time she felt Kara do the same to her.

Fuck, she was so wet. They were both so very wet.

“You feel amazing,” Mallory groaned.

Something about this beautiful stranger was just perfect for tonight.

A deep moan was ripped from her as Kara slipped a finger inside her, continuing to draw gentle circles around her clit as she pumped back and forth and added another finger.

She did the same to Kara in response, happy to take her lead and she gasped in pleasure as she felt her own fingers slide inside Kara’s beautiful wetness.

It was all too much. She too matched Kara’s pace with her own fingers, and felt Kara’s body begin to tighten and shake. She was close too.

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