“We shouldn’t do this,” I whispered, but it was not at all convincing even to my own ears.
We were still kissing, but as soon as I said it, Legacy pulled back from me, her cheeks fiery red.
“Do you want to stop?” she asked. “I know we don’t know each other that well. If you’re not ready, we won’t.”
I sighed, irritation skittering through my veins. I didn't really want to stop, but she'd asked for consent, and now I didn't have any reason to stop. We had been through a lot together, and she was more than a friend now, even if we’d been far from that when we'd met.
With everything going on, this probably wasn't the best time for a romp, but why not? We deserved a rest, and if I was meant to be resting up from passing out from exhaustion, I might as well make use of the energy I did have before we started traveling again.
I shook my head, leaning forward to place kisses on her collarbone. Thankfully we were about the same age, so I wasn't worried about her being much better at this than I was. Maybe we could learn together.
"No, I don't want to stop,” I admitted between kisses. “But we will talk about what this means when we're finished."
Legacy smirked, her hand tangling in my hair as she pulled my head back gently so she could mirror the kisses I'd placed on her. "It means I care about you, silly. But more than that… We can talk about that later."
My heart leapt, but I forced myself to calm down and not to panic. She might only be saying that in the heat of the moment, but I might as well enjoy it while it lasted.
I relaxed and let myself ease into Legacy's gentle touches, determined to give as good as I got. Her warm breath tickled my neck as she pressed her body against mine, her lips finally making contact as her tongue drew torturous circles atop my skin. The tension that had once existed between us had long dissipated, replaced now by an undeniable desire that pulsed through me with every beat of my heart.
I traced down her spine with one fingertip and was rewarded with a shiver beneath my touch and a silent plea for more. Our lips met in a hungry kiss, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both.
In that moment, there was no past animosity, no uncertainty about what tomorrow might bring. There was only us, lost in each other, finding solace in the embrace of an enemy turned lover.
Legacy pulled away slightly, her eyes locking with mine as if searching for any hint of hesitation.
She’d find none in me. I was all in. When I gazed back at her, raw emotion reflected in those deep pools of green, as well as a yearning that matched my own. The passion between us crackled like electricity from an exposed live wire, making my skin tingle and my heart race into a fevered gallop.
I couldn't help but gasp as her hand traveled down my body, mapping out little dips and swells along the way, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. My back arched instinctively as her slim fingers caressed my most sensitive areas with expert precision.
Closing my eyes, I surrendered to the intense pleasure coursing through me as she traced intricate patterns on my skin. Each touch ignited a fire within me, propelling me further into a state of pure desire.
Legacy's lips were warm and inviting, drawing me closer with a tenderness that contradicted the wild fervor of our embrace. Her fingers were a mere feather touch as they glided over myskin, teasing and coaxing until the sensation pooled in the pit of my stomach, gnawing away at me until I begged for release.
A primal hunger stirred within me, urging me to contradict my self-assured demeanor and succumb to the rapturous frenzy of female desire.
As I arched my back in response to Legacy's tender ministrations, the fire that had been smoldering within me erupted into a lustrous flame. My body trembled, rippling with the raw intensity of my arousal. Feeling the torrent of lust consuming me, I pressed myself closer to Legacy, yearning for the sweet relief that only her touch could bring.
Finally, our clothes now gone, she reached the source of my desires, her fingers gently parting the lips of my womanhood. The moisture that had been building inside me pooled around her fingers, and the sight of her moonlit face, her eyes half closed in unbridled lust, drove me wild.
Her fingers dipped inside me, pulling at those strings of pleasure the faster she moved. The palm of her hand brushed my clit with each movement. I was wound tighter than a bowstring, just on the edge of that precipice, and wanted so badly to fall over the edge.
Her mouth swallowed my moans when she claimed my lips, her hand still working its magic below. It was all too much and yet not enough.
I reached out to stroke her most intimate parts, mimicking her rhythm and needing her to feel the exact same things I was feeling. She was so wet. So very wet.
I had done that.
I was the one who had brought out this lust and passion within her.
Only me.
I smiled against her lips in satisfaction.
But this wouldn’t last much longer. My back arched, and I cried out as I reached the edge and fell over, free-falling into a blissful pool of euphoria. Judging by her shouts, she did as well.
Once we finished, she curled up next to me and propped her head on her hand, her red hair falling like silk over her bare shoulder. She grinned down at me, her expression smug.
I snickered as I pushed her away, our skin slick with sweat. “You needn’t look so pleased with yourself.”
