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“I don’t,” she confessed with a small shiver. “That was the hottest encounter of my life. But now, I want to go slow. I want to explore you.”
A muscle beating wildly in her cheek, Ara grasped her palm and led her over to the bed on the other side of the space. The air smelled like toasted vanilla. Like Ara. “I’m yours,” she said simply.
Margot slid her hands through the soft, thick bronze curls, smiling as the ends latched around her fingers. She scraped her nails along Ara’s scalp and the sound she made sounded like a contented purr. Those red lips beckoned so she leaned in for a kiss. Unlike the others they’d shared, this one was a sensuous meeting of mouths, a purposeful exploration of tastes and textures. Margot loved when Ara tensed as her tongue teased the roof of her mouth, a low groan rumbling in her chest.
“You like that?” Margot whispered.
“I like anything you do,” Ara replied, her breath coming faster when Margot skimmed a teasing fingernail down the center of Ara’s chest.
Those pretty brown nipples furled at the touch, and Margot had the biggest urge to caress them with her tongue, so she did. To her delight, Ara’s body went as taut as a bowstring, her eyes glazing over when Margot settled her mouth over the sweetly pebbled bud and sucked, her tongue flicking lightly over its tip. Remembering the feel of Ara’s teeth on her nether region, she gently bit and was rewarded with a ragged whimper of pleasure.
“Bloody hell,” Ara moaned when she switched her attentions to its twin. “You’re certain you’ve never done this before?”
Margot nibbled and licked her way up Ara’s chest and claimed her lips in an open-mouthed kiss. “No, but I’ve always been an excellent student.”
With that, Margot shoved her backward until they fell in a breathless tangle of limbs to the bed, their mouths dueling for domination in a slick collision of tongues, teeth, and lips. Nothing had ever felt so good, so right. She could kiss this woman for hours. Days. A lifetime.
Ara rolled them so that Margot was straddling her hips, her lower half split so obscenely open that Margot went crimson. The groan that left Ara’s lips was positively carnal as strong fingers kneaded her thighs, before skimming up her sides to cup her breasts.
“You’re a goddess like this,” she said, eyes burning with so much heat that goosebumps broke out over Margot’s flesh.
Ara rolled the tightly budded peaks, tugging and pinching them gently, and Margot groaned as pleasure streaked from her breasts to her core. Who knew she was so responsive there? This was a time of discovery for her as well, but perhaps that was simply Ara—everywhere she touched painted heat on Margot’s skin.
With a mock scowl, she narrowed her eyes. “Stop trying to take over, it’s my turn.”
Ara gave an unrepentant grin. “I can’t help it. You’re too tempting.”
“Hands up, grab the headboard,” Margot commanded huskily. Amber irises darkened to molten gold, but Ara reluctantly complied. “Good. Don’t move until I tell you to.”
“Damn, that voice.”
Laughing softly, Margot shifted to the side and proceeded to drive Ara mad with fluttery touches, from the sweet, upturned breasts Margot couldn’t get enough of, down her trim stomach, to the thatch of dark bronze curls at the apex of her thighs. Curious fingers danced over the drenched folds she found there, and Ara’s hips canted in desperate need, seeking the friction that Margot delighted in making her chase.
“Stop teasing me,” Ara begged, squirming against the bedsheets.
Margot felt satisfaction curl her lips. “But you’re so lovely when you beg. I like you like this, at my mercy.” Ara’s hands slackened. “Don’t you dare let go or this stops,” Margot warned.
“You’re a devil.”
Smirking wickedly, Margot dipped her fingers briefly between Ara’s legs, feeling the silky glide between her thumb and forefinger, and without letting her gaze leave Ara’s, brought them up to her mouth. They both groaned when Margot licked her fingers clean, the earthy-sweet flavor bursting over her tongue, so similar to her own but different all the same.
She sucked her bottom lip with a lascivious moan. “Like nectar.”
“Kiss me,” Ara begged, and Margot obliged, leaning down to seal their lips together. Her tongue mimicked the actions of her fingers that had returned to the velvet haven between Ara’s thighs, by turns featherlight and forceful, delving and retreating, playful and teasing. Margot delighted in wringing every possible sensation from Ara as she could, keeping her right on the cusp of release. When she started to pant and curl her hips, Margot slowed her movements before building her up again, and by the third time, Ara was a writhing mess.
“Margot, for mercy’s sake, fuck me!”
Heavens but she loved hearing her name on Ara’s lips, that breathy, filthy plea doing unspeakable things to her own enflamed body. When Margot pushed in to the first knuckle with her middle finger, Ara groaned and drove herself down on Margot’s hand, chasing the pleasure that had been denied her for too long. A mere handful of thrusts later, she clenched and cried out, her body bucking as the pent-up release crashed through her.
Margot didn’t stop. Adding a second finger and maintaining her pace with ruthless persistence, she kept working Ara through the orgasm, even as she sobbed and convulsed on her fingers, claiming that it was too much. Margot was so aroused and in tune with the woman connected to her that every unsteady pulse felt like a jolt to her own body. Searching out her mouth, she lost herself in Ara’s honeyed taste, her own core clenching desperately on air.
She was determined to make Ara come at least twice, and she had never failed at anything in her life. This might be her first time with a woman, but Margot hadn’t built herself up as the most intimidating lady in London by mere luck. She bent to take Ara’s nipple in her mouth, nipping hard enough to make Ara arch and gasp before soothing the small hurt with her tongue.
“I need to touch you, Margot, please,” Ara begged, her palms still obediently glued to the headboard. A wave of pride rolled through Margot. Her passionate little artist deserved a reward for such good behavior.
“Then touch me,” she said, finding Ara’s lips again.
Frantic hands instantly banded around her, nails digging into her arse as Ara’s hips moved faster, rolling in a jerky graceless motion, soft cries spilling into Margot’s mouth as her pleasure built a second time. Lifting her knee, Margot rocked her pelvis onto Ara’s bent thigh, seeking friction for her own mounting excitement. Without warning, Ara’s hand snaked between them to touch her right where she needed it most and her legs started to shake.
