Page 8 of Blazing Hearts

Kara couldn’t help it, one hand wandered into her pants, pulling her underwear to one side as she typed with the other, her fingers quickly finding her own clit, flicking across it.

Kara: Fuck. You have no idea what you’ve done to me, Mallory. Every time I close my eyes I see your beautiful body all laid out for me to devour.

She didn’t have to wait long for Mallory’s response.

Mallory: Mmm and I can still hear your moans from last night. You’ll have to give me an encore of them in person though to make sure I remember them correctly.

Mallory: oh, and yes. You can go down on me until I come in your mouth a thousand times. I hope you have the stamina for it.

Kara: Fuck.

Mallory: Maybe we could 69 so I get to taste you, too?

Kara: oh god. Yes.

Kara: Who goes on top?

Mallory: I’ll go on top. I think you might like that.

Fuck. The thought of Mallory’s body nude and in 69 position on top of her was just too much to comprehend. Kara felt more turned on than she had in such a long time.

Kara moved to her living room so she could recline on her sofa and touch herself properly.

Her left hand was buried deep in her underwear as her right hand still held her phone. Good job she could text with one hand.

Kara: I think I just might. Would you grind down on my face?

Kara could feel her climax building quickly now as her fingers moved fast on her clitoris. What kind of spell was she under?

Mallory: Oh, so much so. You would barely be able to breathe and all you would be able to see, smell and taste would be me.

Kara’s orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave. Her body shook and her eyes closed as she leant back into the sofa and lost herself in the moment.

What was this woman doing to her?

When her body finally stopped shaking and her breathing returned to normal, she responded.

Kara: If that’s the case, maybe we should do something about it. You free this weekend?

The typing bubbles appeared, then disappeared, then reappeared again. Finally, Mallory’s reply came through.

Mallory: I might be. You thinking coffee again, or something a little more exciting?

Kara’s grin widened as she typed her reply.

Kara: Why not both? I’ll leave the details up to you.

The soft chime of her phone was the only sound in Kara’s apartment as the conversation began to taper off, the pace of their messages slowing but losing none of their warmth. She had made her way to the kitchen and leaned back against the kitchen counter, her coffee long forgotten, and stared at the last message Mallory had sent.

Mallory: I should get back to unpacking before you distract me any further. For the record, though, I’m glad you didn’t let me stay mysterious.

Kara smiled, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she thought about how to reply. Mallory had an understated way of surprising her—sharp and playful one moment, sexual and seductive as hell the next, then sincere and disarming. That mix of confidence and vulnerability was like a magnet, pulling Kara in more strongly than she wanted to admit.

Kara: Me too. Good luck with the unpacking. Try not to get buried in bubble wrap.

She hesitated for a second before hitting send, wishing she could come up with something a little more clever, but the truth was, she liked leaving the conversation on a light, simple note. Anything heavier might have tipped the balance she wasn’t sure she wanted to test yet.

Mallory’s reply came just a moment later, as if she had been waiting.

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