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“Been touched by a woman?”
She shook her head, eyes unfocused with bliss. “Had an orgasm that I didn’t give myself.”
A satisfied smile curled Ara’s lips. “Good, because I’m nowhere near finished.” With a purposeful look, she twisted her lover around and wrenched Margot’s ruined drawers down. She dropped to her knees and shoved the hem of her chemise up with one hand.
“Look at you,” she whispered. “So rosy and glistening for me.”
“Ara,” Margot said, her cheeks scarlet. “What are you—?”
But the words were torn from Margot’s lips as Ara wasted no time in slanting her mouth over the warm, still-throbbing flesh. Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head at the silken ambrosia that met her tongue. She pulled away for a half-second to lift Margot’s ankle and toss the discarded pair of drawers out of the way before returning to her task. With a groan of pure need, she spread Margot’s thighs wide, exposing every dewy inch.
“Ara?” Margot asked breathily.
“I am going to eat you alive,” she promised with a long, slow lick with the flat of her tongue before spearing it deep into Margot’s quaking body.
“Oh, my God, that’s…” But her lovely muse lost any power of speech when Ara sucked her pulsing flesh into her mouth, her words garbling to nonsensical demands and pleas.
Margot’s desperate cries spurred her on, her fingers tangling into Ara’s hair as her body writhed against the wall. Ara skillfully brought her to a second climax, this time fucking her with her tongue and teasing her so thoroughly that by the time she lightly scraped the bud at the top of Margot’s sex with her teeth, she screamed and shattered anew.
Margot was seeing stars.
Her body quivered with the last echoes of the orgasm as a very smug Ara rose and licked her lips before planting her mouth on hers in a ravenous kiss. Curiously, Margot studied the taste of her own arousal on Ara’s tongue. It was like nothing she recognized, a tangy, sweetish flavor that inexplicably made her wetter…if that was at all possible.
Because, good God, she was literally a faucet down there. Her knees felt weak, and if there wasn’t a wall at her back and an accomplished lover at her front, she would undoubtedly be a puddle on the floor. When they broke apart, Margot wrapped her arms around Ara’s waist and flushed. “You’re very good at that,” she said.
Ara preened, that smile of hers radiant. “That’s the beauty of being with a woman. I know what I like and I also know where everything is.”
“I suppose that is a clever advantage.” They shared a laugh as Ara gently removed the pins from Margot’s coiffure, letting the mass tumble loose.
“I love all this luxurious hair of yours,” Ara murmured. “Every time you wore it loose, I wanted to bury my face in it. Wind these silky tresses in my fist and have my wicked way with you.”
“I’d like that, but later. Now, I have other pressing plans.”
“That sounds serious,” Ara said with a smile.
Flushing deeper, Margot bit her lip and dragged a purposeful finger over the modest rise of Ara’s bosom, drawing a soft hiss from her. More than anything, she wanted to see that long, lean body shivering with desire and witness that sinfully talented mouth begging for release. Her face went hot at the image of Ara with her head thrown back in the throes of pleasure, completely at Margot’s mercy. “Will you teach me what you like?”
Ara kissed her lips gently. “We don’t have to tonight. We can wait.”
“I want to.” It wasn’t a lie. Between their slow kisses and unhurried caresses, Margot’s body had started to heat again, and she wanted nothing more than to please Ara in return. “But first, we need to get rid of all these clothes.”
“Are you sure?”
Margot smirked. “Do you require an etiquette handbook on how to disrobe, perhaps?”
“Touché,” Ara said with a laugh, clearly also recalling when they’d first met.
They undressed each other hurriedly, laces being unraveled and ties being unthreaded. Stocking and slippers went flying, petticoats and gowns flung in a heap, until they both stood in the altogether, silent and panting and desperate for each other. Margot stared her fill, but her imagination had not done the reality an ounce of justice.
Ara was all sleek lines and sinuous muscle, her body the complete opposite to Margot’s. A pair of pert breasts tipped with light brown nipples led down to a flat stomach and long, slender legs. Those endless miles of skin were several mouth-watering shades darker than hers.
Hunger roared in Margot’s chest. “God, you’re radiant,” she whispered.
Warm amber eyes fixed adoringly on her blue gaze after sweeping her from head to toe with undisguised desire. No one had ever seen her the way Ara did…as if she were something precious, something to be savored and treasured for eternity. Margot felt a slow flush warm her flesh, distilling down her neck, over her collarbones to her heavy breasts as a languid heat spread throughout her limbs.
Ara’s eyes tracked the pinkening skin, and for a moment, Margot felt a tinge of worry. Was her body as pleasing to Ara as Ara’s was to her? The contrasts between them were many, from Margot’s curves to Ara’s suppler form, from her pallid skin to Ara’s much warmer complexion. Where Ara was toned, Margot’s body was soft and dimpled. Her breasts were full and her hips wide, marred by silvery streaks from childbirth. In a fit of nerves, she lifted her arms and crossed them over her belly.
“Don’t hide from me, you’re bloody stunning,” Ara whispered and Margot’s hands fell reluctantly to her sides. “Now, seeing you like this, I regret not getting you fully undressed before I had my way with you.” Ara trailed off, licking her lips as if savoring the taste that lingered there, the voracious look in her stare dispelling Margot’s doubts.
