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Rhea pressed her right hand to Karolina’s lower back as they slipped down a side hallway. Across the lobby, away from as many cameras as possible. Not that she hadn’t been this physical with her before, but things were different in the stark light of day. Different when they were alone. No one to watch them, no one to pry.
Still, Rhea waited until the door was in reach to flatten her hand even more against the silk-clad buttons lining Karolina’s spine. They nudged into the meat of her palm as she reached for the steel handle, her occupied hand wandering, unrelated. Down onto Karolina’s ass, where the buttons curved outward, where she’d been staring for hours.
“Here,” she mumbled, like her insistent hand wasn’t already enough. “After you.”
A single stall with a deadbolt, a private bathroom with too-bright fluorescent lights. Enough hallways stretched between them and the conference room that no one would come looking for them here. Rhea tested the handle twice after snapping the lock into place anyway, just in case.
Karolina was leaning against the counter now, the mirror behind her back reflecting the buttons Rhea was itching to feel again even after such recent loss. She stalked forward, determined even as her footsteps echoed, and staked her claim on Karolina’s waist.
The beige tile all around them was unforgiving, cool and sterile with nothing to conceal the hitched sound that puffed from Karolina’s mouth as Rhea groped her through thick fabric. Tight fingers, squeezing hands applying enough pressure to crease the silk right where her sides caved in.
“What are y—”
Their hips bumped when Rhea leaned in, when she pressed their bodies close. “C’mon, baby.” Carefully, she wedged her hand between Karolina and the counter. Less carefully, she squeezed the full flesh of her ass. “You’re not gonna keep all that to yourself, are you?”
Brown eyes, blown out and dark as they narrowed and bored into blue. “All what?”
“This dress.”
Karolina’s smirk was wide, tinted with something hungry. “The dress?”
Rhea nodded and licked her teeth. “Your ass.”
“Oh, my ass?” Karolina gasped when Rhea’s hand moved up between shoulder blades, when she dragged her nails down her back through her dress. “You like the dress?”
Their faces were close now, breath hot and thick between mouths.
Their lips ghosted when Rhea mumbled, “You know I like the dress.”
Karolina’s mouth tasted like the wine she’d been nursing, the single glass she’d allowed herself that had lasted right to the end. Cherries and dark chocolate, something just off-sweet and juicy staining her bottom lip when Rhea sucked on it. Karolina whined and Rhea bit down, then released it only to chase after her mouth all over again. Wet tongues glided more smoothly than the silk Rhea was palming at, delicate and warm as they licked into each other’s mouths.
A string of spit connected them when Rhea pulled back, when her hand squeezed just a bit harder through silk to make Karolina tense. She pulled away enough to see the swollen state of Karolina’s mouth and the way her chest was heaving, the desire coursing clear across her face as she’d seen it, for just a single brief moment, an hour before.
Hands on Karolina’s hips, firm and demanding. “Turn around,” Rhea mumbled, pulling at her body enough to get the message across. “Bend over the counter.”
Karolina hissed as her forearms hit cool granite, as she yielded to Rhea’s guidance as it moved from her hips to the space between her shoulder blades to push her down faster. Rhea watched as the dress pulled around her ass, the buttons gapping just enough to grab her attention in a vice grip.
“Shit,” she whispered. “So pretty.”
Karolina’s laugh was breathy. “You said that already.”
“And I’ll say it again.”
Their eyes met in the mirror, both heavy-lidded and carnally affected. Rhea kneaded the presented muscle in her hands just to see how Karolina’s mouth dropped open, how her neck weakened and her head lolled downward.
“You knew this would happen, didn’t you?”
Rhea was musing, fingers toying with the buttons at the small of Karolina’s back without undoing anything just yet. She watched, rapt, in the mirror, as Karolina’s eyes squeezed shut.
“Maybe.”
“You knew I’d wanna bend you over the bathroom counter and fuck you? Or you just knew I’d wanna feel you up?” She undid a button then, right in between Karolina’s back dimples. “Did you think about me when you put it on?”
“Yes.”
It didn’t matter what question Karolina was answering—Rhea knew the answers to them all anyway. She smirked, satisfied, and undid another right beneath the gap, let her fingernails trail over the now-exposed skin. When Karolina shuddered, she caved.
She was desperate, too desperate to do anything properly. Only the necessary buttons released under her hand, the ones that led from Karolina’s lower back to the middle of her thighs, just enough to expose her ass and the black panties beneath. They were thin, almost entirely lace. Rhea let herself play with the frilled edges of them as she leaned over and pressed her lips to Karolina’s spine.
Warm skin thrummed under her mouth, blood rushing under the surface as if it had come to greet her, to welcome her home. Karolina’s hips twitched, her ass pressing back toward nothing at all as Rhea kissed a line straight down, suckling at each of Karolina’s just-visible vertebrae, until she reached the top of her panties.
Karolina moaned, unabashed despite their circumstance, when Rhea’s mouth disappeared from her skin. She looked up, face flushed and desperate, to find Rhea in the mirror. She smiled and smoothed her hands along her ass once more, squeezed just enough to elicit a furrowed brow.
“You want me to touch you?”
“I think—” Karolina hissed when Rhea squeezed again, but her hips pressed back like she wanted it again— “you wanna touch me.”
“Do I?”
Karolina arched her back then, enticing as she pushed her ass into the air. “Don’t you?”
“Fuck.”
Black lace, soaked between quivering thighs. Rhea moved the sullied material out of the way and dragged her fingers through wet flesh, humming when Karolina’s breath hitched. Her clit was swollen, sensitive and pulsing when Rhea finally made contact. Firm circles, no teasing—not when Karolina was preening so beautifully, not when she looked so elegant all stretched out across the shitty hotel bathroom counter.
“More?” Rhea asked, no-nonsense. “Want you to feel good.”
Karolina nodded, whined quietly to herself as she shifted her hips just so. Rhea’s reply was immediate, two of her fingers pushing into a dripping pussy, scissoring apart just enough to feel Karolina’s insides bowing open to her, beckoning her in. Her thumb rubbed at her clit, fast enough to match the pace she knew Karolina needed inside. Perfectly curled fingers, a well-controlled thumb, a pussy that bore down and resisted the pleasure Rhea was providing, too much all at once that made Karolina whine loudly.
Rhea kneaded Karolina’s ass gently, a sort of coaxing motion that only seemed to worsen Karolina’s state—she was pulling away and moving closer at once, body demanding more and pleading for less. Rhea would grant her neither, knew exactly what she needed instead.
“That’s it,” Rhea whispered. “Just take it, baby, you’re almost there.”
Around relentless fingers, Rhea felt more arousal drip. Desperate, Karolina whimpered, gasped when Rhea pushed another finger inside in response. She was clenching around her with abandon now, on the edge and shaking as Rhea held her still and refused to slow.
She’d been imagining this since Karolina had made a point to show her the detail on the back of her dress, since she’d turned around and insisted she look. They were both getting what they wanted, now, and would get it again later if they played their cards right.
But she couldn’t think about that now, not with Karolina’s body fucked open and pleading under her hand, not with her gorgeous sounds slipping loose into the air.
“Gonna come, Lina?” Rhea allowed herself to dig her fingernails in then, to truly mark her territory on the unblemished expanse of Karolina’s ass. When Karolina yelped, when she nodded feverishly, Rhea laughed. “Go ahead, baby. Come.”
Broken moans, sweet and honeyed as they reverberated off the walls. Rhea drew more out of her as she fucked her through it, extended the pleasure well-deserved and greedily-given. Still, by the time Karolina had relaxed, she wished for more.
Rhea’s lips on whatever parts of Karolina’s thighs she could reach, half-apologetic and half-smug. “Take your time,” she said. Buttons redone slowly, a languid job that only served to extend the pocket of time they’d taken. “You can lock the door behind me and come back when you’re ready.”
Cool hallway air, an unwashed hand that Rhea regretted immediately.