Cait turned at the slithering sound of falling silk. The Director's dress was still falling from her shoulders as she reached out to Cait, wearing nothing now but a pair of black, high rise panties.
Cait let herself be pulled against her bare, magnificent breasts, and into another kiss. The Director's hips swayed under Cait's hands as she walked backwards, leading Cait to one of the couches. She locked her mouth to Cait's as she gently, but with authority, pushed her down into the seat. She climbed into Cait's lap, straddling her and letting out a heavy breath as her thinly covered pussy brushed against the bulge of Cait's hardening cock.
She pulled her face back, grinding herself against Cait as she did, letting her feel the heat radiating from her hips against her shaft. Cait threaded her arms around the woman's back, pulling her breasts forward. She traced one Swan's pale nipples with her tongue, before pulling it into her mouth, hearing the Director's breath become a hiss when she let her teeth graze the hardening nub. She was nice to it after that, giving it attention with her tongue and lips as the Director slid herself along Cait's shaft.
After a long, wonderful, minute, Swan cupped Cait's chin in her hand, pulling her face away from her breast to meet her eyes. The beauty mark above her lip twitched as her clit caught against the head of Cait's cock, and she spoke, voice heavy alongside her breath.
"Do you know what my power is, Amaranthine?" she asked, never stopping the movement of her hips. Cait, breath coming heavy herself as she yearned to get rid of these pants and rip off those panties, removing the only barrier between her and paradise. Instead, she slowly shook her head as the Director bent forward for a moaning kiss. Her tongue played in Cait's mouth, her taste too much to bear. She broke the kiss and traced her tongue along Cait's jawline, flicking it against her earlobe before giving the sensitive flesh a soft bite.
"It's competence." She breathed into her ear, sending a shiver down Cait's spine. Swan pulled back then, bracing her hands behind her on Cait's thighs, thrusting her breasts out proudly as she threw her head back. When she met Cait's gaze again, the grin on her face was fierce, almost mocking as she looked down at Cait past her heaving tits. She increased the pressure of her hips on Cait's cock, making her wonder if she was going to finish in her pants for the first time since 8th grade.
"I am as good," she continued, breath coming in catches and gasps, showing she wasn't immune to the pleasure either. "As it is possible for any baseline- fuuckk-human to be, at anything."
Suddenly, she stopped her hips, rearing forward and slamming her hands into the couch on either side of Cait's head. Her face was a different kind of manic now, voice nearly breaking as she said, "And if you bring her back to me–"
Her hips began again, in earnest. She pulled Cait's head between her heaving breasts, enveloping her and bringing her close enough to feel her heartbeat. Cait could feel her climax rising, and Elizabeth was reaching her limit as well. A shared moan, and then the only sound was their labored breath. Slowly, she sat back, removing Cait's head from her breasts. Looking into her eyes, she finished,"-I will show you exactly what anything means."
Cait looked up at her, still perfect, maybe more so, flushed and panting from afterglow. She counted herself lucky, but this hadn't been necessary. She grinned up at her.
"Elizabeth," she started, figuring once a woman had made you cum in your pants you were on a first name basis, "If you and Lira didn't find a way to kill me after I let Kennedy get hurt, I'd do it myself."
The next thing she wanted to say sounded crazy even in her head, but she bit her lip and said anyway. "This is… just a fucking insane thing to say in this situation, but I think I'm falling for your daughter. Hard. And despite all evidence to the contrary, I think that's what you want?"
Cait wrapped her arms around Elizabeth's waist, and put as much warmth and comfort as she could into her smile. "I promise, even if I drop dead a step past your doorway on the return, I will bring her back to you."
Demonstrating that while she might not be super strong, she was still strong, she twisted around leveraging Elizabeth under her and pushing her into the cushion with an earnest kiss. No teasing, or tricks, just doing her level best to show the woman she meant it. She did bring her lips to her ear though, enjoying the Director's hot, heavy breath against her neck.
"I'm not gonna die though," she said, biting softly at the crown of Elizabeth's ear. "I'm too curious about anything."
Elizabeth chuckled, and her eyes were bright when Cait pulled back to meet them. Cait rolled off of her, letting out a long breath.
"One question for you though," she asked.
"Hmm?"
"How good are the dry cleaners on base? I liked these pants but between the both of us I'm afraid we ruined them."
Elizabeth actually giggled at that, high and tinkling as a schoolgirl. Cait looked over in shock to see her cuddling up to her shoulder.
"I believe you," she said, trust in her steel grey eyes. She leaned over to kiss Cait once more before rising off the couch. Her hips swayed as she walked away, beckoning behind her. "C'mon, let's get you some pants that haven't been cummed both in and on."