Venting

The vase smashed against the wall. Shards of glass flew, catching the light as they exploded. Sarah flinched but was far enough away to escape any harm. Sarah should have kept her mouth closed. Jane was on edge, she always was when it came to family events.

Jane's parents were hoping she would snap out of it, go back to her ex-husband. Sarah wondered if deep down Jane felt the same way. Or maybe Jane had snapped out of it, and it was only her stubbornness keeping them together.

When she had said that she was wearing that skirt when they met, she didn't expect Jane to go into a rage. Jane was breathing hard, her face flushed, fists clenched. The bed was between them forcing Jane to walk round.

She strode with forceful strides, ranting as she walked, about how bringing up 2 children didn't leave her with enough money to buy a new wardrobe each year. Then she moved to how the divorce (which she clearly blamed Sarah for) had left her virtually destitute.

Sarah didn't move, she let Jane approach. Her heart was beating faster but, she knew that Jane was just letting off steam. It needed to be released before they reached the big birthday celebration.

With Jane speechless, and fuming, Sarah was reminded of their first kiss. Jane had had a fight with her husband. Three years later Sarah found the raw emotion intoxicating. Sarah's head darted forward, her lips found Jane's with practised precision. It was just a peck, a quick, hard kiss before retreating.

Jane's hands grabbed Sarah's arms; slender fingers felt hot, gripping her tightly. She started to regret the kiss, but at the same time her skin tingled with excitement.

With surprising speed, Jane span round and Sarah found herself falling. The bed caught her; then Jane was upon her. Her blouse ripped open, buttons popping and material tearing.

Sarah lay with her blouse open and Jane straddling her. Her breasts heaved with excitement. She felt a mixture of fear and lust as she stared up at Jane's wild eyes.

Jane attacked, her mouth finding the soft skin of Sarah's stomach. Teeth pressed against flesh, not hard enough to tear the skin. Her bra was forced up over ripe mounds to reveal their whiteness to the air.

Sarah moaned as Jane took her nipple in her mouth. Teeth squeezed the surrounding breast as the tongue lashed. Over the years, their sex life had become formulaic; Sarah still enjoyed it, but it had lost the passion. They made love, more emotional than physical. With teeth pinching her, she felt the passion again.

Sarah could feel Jane's hunger as nails clawed at her waist. A hunger that was repressed along with the frustration and anger. Sarah didn't know if it was through choice, or if it was the only way to keep everything else suppressed. As Jane's fingers gripped the waistband of her trousers, she didn't want to think about it.

The trousers still done-up didn't relinquish their grip easily. Jane had to pull back from Sarah's breast and stand by the bed as she yanked. In their battle to stay on, they dragged panties halfway down her thighs. With the trousers removed Jane snatched at the panties.

Sarah lay with her legs hanging off the bed, blouse open and bra pushed up so that it cut painfully across her chest. She didn't adjust the bra, she liked the feel, it made everything seem more urgent.

Jane dropped to her knees between Sarah's legs, forcing them apart. Sarah gasped as the tongue pushed hungrily between her folds. There was no prelude of gentle kissing, it felt as though there was no time for it.

The tongue pushed deep inside her, hot and wet. It undulated as hot breath ran over her. Her hands absently walked over her hot body, feeling the trembling muscles. The tongue withdrew, moving to her throbbing bud.

The tip of the tongue lightly flicked over the bundle of nerves, driving pleasure deep inside her. She moaned as her head rolled from side to side in time with waves of pleasure elicited from the licks. She closed her eyes as she concentrated on the tongue between her legs.

Jane's one hand was on her hot thigh. Sarah knew the other would be beneath the skirt that had started everything. Jane's tongue moved chaotically causing Sarah to twist as the unpredictable movements caused her body to jerk back and forth. Only Jane's mouth pressed against her kept her hips from lifting from the bed.

Her fingers delved into Jane's hair, pulling her harder against her as she was driven towards ecstasy.  Fingers pushed inside her pushing her to the brink of orgasm. She cried out as fingertips stroked her wet flesh, hot breath curled around her pulsating nub as the tongue caressed it.

Her body convulsed as her orgasm was unleashed. It started beneath the tongue but spread out through her body like fire burning through her veins. The intense heat flooded her, overwhelming her.

As the orgasm subsided, leaving her feeling drained, Jane lay down beside her. For the first time in a long time, Jane looked peaceful.

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