The air in the rustic cabin hung thick with the scent of pine and anticipation. Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the tempest brewing inside Clara as she gazed at Jess. Jess, with her fiery red hair tangled around her shoulders and a mischievous glint in her eye, was undressing slowly, deliberately. Clara's breath hitched.
"Ready?" Jess murmured, her voice husky. Clara could only nod, her heart hammering against her ribs. Jess grinned, a flash of teeth in the dim light, and stepped closer, her hand reaching for Clara's belt. The touch sent shivers down Clara's spine.
Clara loved Jess's confidence, the way she took charge. She loved the freckles scattered across her shoulders, the way her hairy armpits smelled faintly of sweat and sunshine. And God, she loved her bush – a wild, untamed tangle of ginger curls. Tonight, that bush was her focus.
Jess pushed Clara back onto the plush sofa, her hands finding the hem of Clara's t-shirt. With a swift tug, it was gone. "You're beautiful," Jess whispered, tracing the curve of Clara's breast with a fingertip. Clara shuddered, closing her eyes as Jess's lips followed the path her finger had traced.
But Jess wasn't lingering. She dipped lower, her fingers parting Clara's legs. The air grew thick with the musky scent of pubic hair. Jess's tongue flicked out, teasing the folds of Clara's hirsute cunt. Clara gasped, her hands clutching at Jess's hair.
"Oh, fuck," Clara moaned as Jess's pussy eating intensified. Jess used her fingers, expertly finding Clara's clit and massaging it with tantalizing precision. Clara's legs trembled. She felt like she was teetering on the edge of a cliff.
The fingering grew more insistent, Jess’s touch driving Clara higher and higher. Clara could feel the heat building inside her, the pressure mounting. She was so close.
Finally, with a strangled cry, Clara arched her back, her body convulsing in a series of intense spasms. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her, each one more powerful than the last. Jess didn't stop until Clara's body stilled, her breathing ragged and shallow.
Collapsing back against the sofa, Clara looked up at Jess, her eyes filled with adoration. Jess smiled, her face flushed with exertion. "Good?" she asked.
"More than good," Clara managed, reaching out to pull Jess down for a slow, lingering kiss. The rain continued to beat against the windows, but inside the cabin, the storm had passed, leaving behind a deep, satisfied calm. And Clara knew, with a certainty that warmed her from the inside out, that this was just the beginning of a long and passionate night with the woman she loved.
