Rabekkah saw her reflection in the window sitting across from Alessandra. She knew that people were looking at them and on the surface thinking what was she doing sitting across from her?
It was her second glass of champagne—Alessandra had handed it to her. Leon had been trying to set them up all night, and Rabekkah did not mind at all. But she was afraid that Alessa was not into it even if she allowed her to call her by her diminutive name. All around them was the upper crust of the art scene, Rabekkah had somehow managed to get into this world and she was not going to mess up her opportunity even with a beautiful woman like Alessandra Wagnall.
But when Alessandra put her hand on her knee, she shot a glance at her and the very sober artist met her gaze head on.
“You are beautiful,” Alessandra said looking at her. “If I were not so messed up, I would fuck you tonight but you do not deserve to be my second choice.”
“But I want you,” Rabekkah said, and took a huge sip of champagne so she would not say anything else. She never imagined that Alessandra would fall in love with her, but she wanted to be with her. And with Alessandra’s hand squeezing her knee, she was getting wet between her legs and her eyes which surprised her. But from the beauty of the art and the beauty of Alessandra she was completely overwhelmed.
Alessandra smiled at her.
“You want my pussy–you do not know me!”
“That is the only way to get to know a woman is to make love to her–to really know her.”
“Is that so?” Alessandra stared at her and she almost swooned. She put down her glass of champagne, and she felt Alessandra squeeze her thigh. “Spread your legs and let me see how much you want to know me Rabekkah.”
Rabekkah spread her legs as she was told, and she looked into Alessandra’s eyes as she pushed her finger in and out of her. Where they were sitting no one had any idea and if they did she did not care because she wanted Alessandra to do this to her.
She watched Alessandra, as she stopped fingering her and she put her fingers in her mouth. Rabekkah was on fire wondering how she tasted to her as she licked her fingers and left one finger in her mouth to suck on.
To savor her?
Alessandra stood up, and she stood up with her. She followed her out of the door and they got into the car that was waiting for her.
“Where are we going?” Rabekkah asked.
“To my place–wasn’t that what you wanted?”
Rabekkah nodded, as she got into the car with her.
“I want to taste you now.”
Alessandra spread her legs, and Rabekkah knelt before her. Alessandra felt warm, and she kissed her knees and the inside of her thighs and closed her eyes as she hoped she could make Alessandra forget whoever it was that was on her mind with her mouth.
More Wicked Wednesday here. You can read my other series here.
I sense some hot moments coming… as they have already started here 😉
~ Marie xox