[Fanfiction] INQUIETUDE - Chapter 8 [part 1]

Chapter 8 - I'm yours

Part 1 

Marina got up from bed just to shut the door and make sure that Vanessa was not across snooping. She took advantage and turned some lights off, lit some lampshades leaving the mood quite comfortable not to intimidate Clara.

Clara looked at her left hand and saw the wedding ring lose its grandeur in the midst of the dimly lit room. She removed the object and placed it on the nightstand.

Marina turned and stood with her back to Clara who was sat on the bed.

- Open it to me, please - the photographer asked, pointing to the dress button.

Clara stood up a bit unsteadily, as if under the influence of alcohol or of some hallucinogenic drug. She was breathing so wildly, for a second, she considered the possibility of being on the verge of a heart attack or anything else that could take her to death.

Trembling and cold the fingers of the assistant responded to the request of Marina and, without permission, touched the white-hot skin. Clara felt her arterial pressure lowering.

Without moving too much Marina made ​​the dress fall at her feet. Turned staring Clara who was visibly frightened, but seemed to contemplate the half-naked body in front of her. Marina was no bra and her breasts betrayed her excitement. Marina took two steps forward. Clara took two back. And so it went, until Clara felt her legs touching the bed. She fell seated viewing, up close, the outline of the body of the photographer.

Marina held out his hand to help Clara to stand up. Gave room taking a step backwards.

- I want you to feel me - said Marina in a whispered way in the ear of Clara, grabbing the hand of her beloved and putting it around her neck.

Clara closed her eyes and felt her hands being conducted from neck to breasts of Marina. Involuntarily, inexperienced, she  squeezed them lightly. The photographer tilted her head back, feeling intoxicated by delicate and inaccurate touches of Clara. Marina let out a breathy moan and slid Clara's hands at her abdomen, reaching to her waist.

- Take it off! - Marina said in a low tone, but imperative, biting  Clara's earlobe.

Clara have had seen naked women before her eyes, had touched other female bodies. But the contexts were completely different. They didn't have a third of meaning that this has.

Answering one more request of her lover, Clara lowered the lingerie and, surprising  Marina, she kissed her waist, descending her mouth through the thigh. She was still hesitant, but curiosity was getting sharper every second. Marina pulled Clara upwards and kissed her passionately.

- Now it's your turn. - Marina said letting out a smirk.

The absolute silence of the photographer makes Clara a little alarmed.

- Are you scared? - Asked Marina, passing the back of her hand on Clara's face.

- A little. - Clara replied, almost inaudible.

Marina decreased the distance between the bodies and felt Clara shudder under her naked body when they touched.

- I won't do anything you don't wanna do. - Marina said it right next to Clara's ear.

Clara gasped.

- I want... - Clara replied, feeling mouth get dry - ...very much - ratified.

Marina moved back and then released Clara clothes she was wearing. Each piece was being thrown in every corner of this vast room. And every piece of skin that was being exposed, was kissed by Marina who controlled her eagerness to devour a whole Clara.

Now that they were both completely naked, Marina took Clara's hand and led her to the bed.

Clara lay back. Marina put Clara's hair over her shoulders and kissed her neck, down her mouth through her back and listening to the breathing Clara to fail.

Marina went down her mouth to the buttocks, skirted them with her wet tongue and made her way back exchanging kisses by bites.

Heart pounding, Clara turned herself belly up and had above her the body of Marina. She felt their skin touching and shivered. Marina brushed the bodies as if to warm them. Going up and going down, slowly. Clara vibrated when the stiff nipples touched  each other and stifled a throaty moan.

Marina moved away and laid aside, contemplating that brown skin that came in perfect contrast to her. Clara began to feel the thin air and quietly tried to calm herself, but couldn't handle what was to come. She lay on her side too and surprised Marina with a pervert kiss. She slid her hands down her back of the photographer and, before Marina lead it to her breasts, Clara had done it. She was being discovered, but she also wanted to discover.

Clara bit her lower lip of Marina and had her own sucked in a most profane and provocative way she knew.

Marina waged a struggle with her tongue into the mouth of Clara and shortly afterwards her mouth slid down Clara's chin and neck, while one of her hands clutched the waist of his beloved.

Feeling a little more comfortable, Clara reached her hand down the side of the body until it reaches the buttock of Marina, and squeezed it bringing Marina more closer.

- Clara ... - Marina moaned low and muffled.

Marina moved away a little and groped one breast of Clara holding her nipple between her index finger and thumb. The breast has the perfect size for her hand.

Clara pulled the mouths away, desperate to release a low moan and even shy.

- Loose yourself, Clarinha ... Be what you want. Do what you want with me, with you. Don't feel ashamed of anything. Just surrender - Marina said as she descended the hand by now sweaty belly of Clara.

Clara tried not to make associations, even in that moment when the horny dominated every cell of her body. But it was hard not to think about the monotony that was having sex with Cadu and how he was resigned to the basics. She wanted to innovate, but she felt disheartened when her husband took her desires for lame jokes. Now, Clara was free to try again, with a body that was equal to hers, but little known here and then she learned a little more about herself.

The assistant was taken from her reverie when she felt the knuckles of Marina strolling into her groin. Her heart gave one strong beat and her eyes met the eyes of Marina, always provocative.

Clara flexed her leg snapping it between the legs of Marina and then Marina saw on this act a sign of consent to give Clara the beginning of the pleasure she deserved.

The photographer moaned with Clara and felt herself wet when she introduced a finger in the most intimate place of Clara who, in turn, dug her nails in shoulders of Marina. Marina introduced one finger, then another and realized she was on the right way. Clara was frightfully excited. The fingers of Marina glided effortlessly.

Wanting to facilitate the contact, Clara swung her leg over Marina's hip, trapping her.

Marina stroked lightly, feeling the contractions around her fingers. Clara began to move her hips in rhythm of the fingers of the photographer while Marina was circling her clit with her thumb.

The pace was increasing and Clara was feeling faint, slowly. Heedless of the possible tags that would arise, bit Marina's shoulder, the neck, the ear and the photographer went crazy with the increasingly loud groans that she spake.

Clara moaned and shuddered so much in arms of Marina, so the photographer stoped her movements for a few seconds.
Clara grabbed Marina by the wrist preventing her remove her hand.

- No. .. - cried Clara into Marina's lips - keep going, please don't stop.

Marina showed a purely mischievous smile and in opposition to Clara's protest, she pulled her fingers off.

- But I'll keep going, my love - Marina replied looking at those pleading eyes - But now ... - So Marina ran her tongue around her fingers smeared with the pleasure of Clara and felt her  assitant lose a little more of her forces - I'll continue in a different way.

Without losing eye contact, Marina introduced two fingers again, this time on one throw, going as deep as she could.

Marina disentangled herself from Clara and began to suck her neck, alternating lips, teeth and tongue.

When she thought she wouldn't be surprised, Clara shivered at the feel of Marina grab one of her breasts and move the tip of her tongue on the nipple before using all extension of the tongue.

Clara grabbed the curly haired of Marina and felt the mouth of her boss going down her abdomen which was contracting. Marina pulled the legs of Clara gently and encountered glow of excitement that appeared from swollen sex.

- My God, ... Clara. - said Marina biting her lower lip hard.

Marina kissed Clara's sex and then licked the entire length, from bottom to top, top to bottom and then entered that place, separating the labia with one finger, just feeling the throb of swollen  clit. The photographer pressed Clara's clitoris with her index finger and heard her moan softly and pull a little more her hair. She looked up and smiled biting her lower lip then.

Marina then began to savor Clara. Separated the labia and provoked her beloved using just the tip of her tongue. Clara writhed. Once, twice, three times and Clara was about to go crazy when Marina used her mouth to take over her intimacy.

Her tongue was soft, warm and gently slid, for now. Marina made vertical and horizontal movements, circling. She held Clara's hip and felt the abrupt move in bed.

Clara took her hands off Marina's hair for security reasons. She grabbed the sheets and arched her body, knocking it to the mattress and then repeatedly. Had never witnessed an exorcism, but felt like a very powerful force wanted to get out of her body.

The more Clara moaned, most Marina got excited and seemed to feel something unprecedented happens. She would have an orgasm without any contact. She withdrew one of her hand which was held Clara and touched her own intimacy. Wet. Pulsing.

- Marina ... - Clara panting through her ajar mouth  - Oh ... My ... God

Marina introduced three fingers at once and Clara cried. Screamed so loud she felt her throat burn.

- Yeah, Marina ... - Clara said feeling her hair over her wet face with sweat - I'm almost ... Oh .. Oh .. Oh .. Hmmm ...

Marina also moaned a little high. Clara drew lines of fire on photographer's back with her ​​nails. Burned in a deliciously provocative way.

Clara ran a leg in the back of Marina and strutted on the same intensity as the tongue of the photographer worked. Marina then  sank her fingers how much she can and felt the pleasure of Clara flowing against them.

Clara breathed pulling all the air she could and let out slowly, completely exhausted. She felt as if she had gone to another universe, another dimension. She still felt small spasms and couldn't believe how pleasant it was.

Marina kissed the inside of Clara's thighs and went up giving her kisses and licks. She lay with her head on her belly, feeling her beloved stroking her hair.