ALICE Ch 75

That’s an odd question, but Alice’s horniness quickly smothers that thinking.

“Are you going to ask me to kill people? Or throw the race?”

“No.”

“Then sure.”

She looks pleased. “Good. When I see that you understand, you can do anything you like.”

“I like the sound of that,” Alice replies. “I think I understand, though. I thought we just went over that.” She takes another sip of wine. “Or did I misread that?”

“I must see it,” Cosette emphasizes. Her voice is almost smoky. Her lavender eye makeup is to die for and she glances downward, ever so slightly.

Right. Cosette is technically decent in that robe, but there’s some milky cleavage that Alice has been trying not to stare at, and the pokey nips in particular. Alice is currently using her free wrist to sort of casually keep her hard-on flat against her leg. She thinks it’s a pretty natural pose that probably doesn’t look suspicious.

Cosette has noticed, though.

“Looks like you can see it,” Alice says.

Cosette reaches out and Alice’s heart skips a beat, but Cosette isn’t after her penis. She takes Alice’s hand and laces their fingers together, then looks up.

“Kiss me,” she says.

Alice manages not to say anything stupid. She leans in and does it, tender and firm. She can’t lie about who she is, but she can try not to be an animal. That seems to work for Cosette, who kisses her back with a warmth and enthusiasm that makes it clear that this is not all business. Not that there was any doubt; Alice has instincts that don’t lie. She doesn’t know Cosette well, but Cosette is without question, a very thirsty woman.

The kiss feeds the tightness and heat below Alice’s waist, and her heart rate is the same as if she were on the circuit. Cosette leans into her, and the feel of her soft chest is so intense, maybe because the thin robes let them feel so much body heat.

Cosette breaks the kiss and gently nuzzles Alice’s face. Alice notices the way the smaller woman gently, almost rhythmically squeezes her hand. Even that is erotic. This isn’t making out; it’s foreplay.

Then they’re kissing again, and Cosette slides Alice’s robe over her shoulders, letting it fall to reveal her torso. Her hands caress Alice’s skin.

“No,” Cosette murmurs when Alice tries to return the favor.

Frustrated, Alice can only clutch the sheets and breathe harder, desperately kissing Cosette back while her sore cock twitches needily. Cosette’s fingers brush Alice’s sensitive nipples and it’s ****.

Cosette’s hand stops between Alice’s breasts and pushes. Lightheaded and ready to explode, Alice lies down. She didn’t want to act like an animal with this delicate flower, but that’s how she’s feeling right now.