Series Of Sarange One Shots

The Award Show Pt 1

'Are you still on that thing?' Jessica scoffed as she sauntered into the bedroom, picking up a pair of subtle diamond earrings from the dresser. She was referring to the iPad that Susan gripped tightly overhead as she lay on the bed. She smiled softly at the blonde's tone but didn't take her eyes off her Twitter timeline. 'You're not going to be ready in time, and lord knows how I don't want to go, Susan, but I especially don't want to go late,' she continued softly as she put the diamonds in her ears and then double checked them in the mirror. She turned back towards the bed and smoothed her hand along the stomach clothed in midnight blue Dior, fidgeting.

'Stop it, you look amazing,' Susan reassured, glancing up from the iPad and smiling. She sat up, disregarding the device and removing her glasses, her hands reaching for the statuesque blonde who stood in front of her. Jess took a step in her black stilettoed Laboutins and sighed into the soft caress of Susan's hands over her hips and waist.

'Thank you, honey,' she whispered into lightly perfumed red locks, planting a kiss on Susan's head as she ran her fingers through the curls. 'I hate these fucking things. I'm so nervous,' she sighed.

'Have a drink,' Susan suggested, looking up from the bed to Jessica's uncertain eyes.

'I've already had two,' she confessed with a smirk. Susan's hands squeezed Jessica's waist lovingly, before she opened her legs and pulled the woman closer to her. She allowed her hands to glide down to the taut ass tightly covered by tauntingly revealing dark blue material and squeezed, unable to resist the blonde's form in the figure-hugging gown.

'I can think of another way to relax you,' she grated with a smirk into Jessica's breasts, gently tracing a finger over the blonde's derriere. Jess chuckled, gripping onto Susan's red hair, pulling her face closer to the breasts she was breathing on.

'We don't have time,' she whined, regretfully, but with no indication of stopping the seductress in her arms.

'We've got all night, if we don't go at all,' Susan continued, her attention now fully taken up by the breasts she gently kissed and the soft sway in Jessica's hips that reiterated how much she liked the feel of her lips. Jessica closed her eyes, exhaling deeply and tipping her head skywards, slowly moving her lover's mouth across each breast, appeasing the need to be touched by the woman she found so achingly attractive. Susan's hands smoothed down to the back of Jessica's legs, slowly gripping at the material that kept her from them, and bunching it up; desperate to touch her flesh.

'I have to go, I'm nominated,' Jess breathed, with a slight waver in her voice as Susan's hands finally found their destination and flitted over the backs of her thighs.

'What if I told you, you couldn't go?' Susan moaned into Jess's cleavage, sinking her fingernails into the firm flesh of the woman's legs. Jessica gently hissed, bathing in the tingles it elicited. 'What if I told you I forbid it?' The blonde's mouth parted now, as her hair hung from her upturned head, her hips still softly swaying to Susan's touch.

'And what would happen if I defied you?' she asked teasingly with a throaty whisper. Susan smiled into the warm flesh and licked across the perfect mound that blossomed from the v-lined dress, before pulling her lips from her chest and gazing up to her face. She loved it when Jess played along with her little games. Jess looked down, desire and excitement softly burning in her pussycat eyes.

'You wouldn't dare defy me,' Susan threatened sternly. Jessica clenched her thighs together at the words as Susan dropped the hem of the dress back to the floor and placed a loving, but plenty powerful tap against the firm ass. Jessica closed her eyes as her body jolted, sucking air between gritted teeth. 'I can break you,' Susan continued, her voice laced heavily with an appetite for flesh, as she leant back on the bed, resting on her elbows. 'And you know it,' she smirked, watching Jude bring the back of her hand to her cheek, overcome with sensuality. 'Take that dress off,' Susan demanded, her dark eyes burning an agonising hole into Jessica's skin. The blonde glanced at her lover, fully aware that she was now running very late for the award ceremony she was scheduled to attend, and yet she knew there'd be no reprieve from the burning between her thighs if she didn't give in to Susan's demands. She brought a hand around her back, reaching for the zip on her dress, and pulled it slowly. It immediately bagged at the straps and they fell away as she dropped the gown to the floor. Her shy eyes flitted around the still fully clothed woman who lay on the bed, but Susan's gaze was anything but shy. She lapped the woman up; her curves, her breasts, her thighs, all complimented by black lace bra and panties. She wanted to take the woman to the bed and devour her, smell and taste every inch of her flesh, but she was determined to remain in control; it gave her great pleasure to watch her beautiful, classy woman do the most debauched things in order to get off. Jess absent-mindedly stroked the top of her thigh with a light finger. Her body was aching to be touched. 'Take off your panties and sit on the dresser,' Susan instructed, fighting with herself not to shift in her position. Jess obeyed, quietly stepping out of the glamourous gown that was now destined to spend the evening on the floor, and perching atop the dresser that faced Susan, panting slightly with anticipation. 'Open your legs,' the confident redhead chimed softly, as she crossed her own. Jess tried to control the heart-rate that rose with the excitement she always got at hearing such direction. She liked being told what to do. Susan regarded Jessica's neat, if not slightly glistening, pussy, feeling her mouth fill with water at the sight. How she wanted to bury her face in it and taste the inside of the woman she adored. But that wasn't the game she was playing tonight. She sighed lightly, trying to recover. 'Touch yourself for Daddy,' Susan groaned, barely able to contain herself at the prospect.