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She palmed the satiny back of Manuela’s well-formed calves, and slid her hands up them, feeling the taut muscles. “Strong,” she whispered admiringly, before licking up a long line from a well-shaped ankle to the underside a knee.
“I like to take long walks on the beach,” Manuela explained, with a little shiver.
Cora pulled those firm legs apart and kissed the inside of her thigh.
“You are infuriatingly tempting,” she whispered against that warm skin and smiled when she heard a small huff of laughter.
“My apologies, Your Grace.” She didn’t sound sorry at all, and that irreverent cheekiness was fully back in Manuela’s voice. In retribution, Cora took some of that supple skin in between her teeth. Manuela’s moan was accompanied by a sweet little hiss as the heiress widened her legs.
“Can I look?” Cora asked, her hands skating upward until she was right at the juncture of Manuela’s thighs. The coarse hairs brushed the tops of her fingers. She let the pad of one drift up the slick furrow, feeling that wet heat engulfing her finger. Manuela gasped and tilted her hips in a silent demand, her teeth snagging her bottom lip. “Oh, but this is lovely,” Cora crooned, pressing kisses all along Manuela’s thighs until she reached the place that had been haunting her dreams for weeks. She used two fingers to spread open the beautiful, dewy folds of soft pinks, deep purples, and browns, then lifted her eyes. That mouth, red and sweet like the ripest berry. Those bountiful breasts, a feast.
Cora thought of Manuela’s painting of her flowers. The women with flowers blooming from their bodies, with petals sprouting from those most private places, and smiled even as the tip of her tongue licked the seam of that perfect place. This woman was a garden, rich, plentiful, nourishing. Food to satiate Cora’s yawning hunger, water to quench her deepest thirst.
“I want to consume you,” she murmured, her lips parted at the very core of Manuela’s body. There was a little cloudy drop of liquid gathered right under her clitoris, and Cora swiped it with her tongue, before popping the finger in her mouth. Manuela moaned, her hands moving to grip the armrests of the chair.
“Do what you promised, Corazón.”
Cora froze. No one had ever uttered her name—the name her mother had given her—at a moment like this. No lover had ever known it, never mind been allowed to use it. But this heiress with her smudged fingers and her open smiles that hid so much had managed to penetrate the most guarded corners of Cora’s world.
“What exactly did I promise?” she asked, her eyes locked on the pink little bud. She flicked it with her finger, rubbed circles on it, her skin buzzing with need to see Manuela undone again. Cora lifted her gaze, her eyes snagging on her lush curves.
“You promised you’d taste me, make me cry out,” Manuela said, flushed, her nipples erect from her arousal. Cora wondered if she’d run out of time before she could have her fill.
“I did, didn’t I?” Cora teased, as her thumbs caressed the inner folds, eliciting a delicious shiver from Manuela. “I told you I’d feast on you.” She lifted the hood and blew a puff of cool air on the sensitive little peak. Manuela threw her head back and groaned, her wide hips circling into the caress. Cora looked at her in wonder. She could never fully let go, even when she was absorbed in another, she always needed to be in control, but Manuela sank into the pleasure she was being given without reservation. Her body open and her eyes closed as she rode the sensations.
And the sounds she made. Little clicks of the tongue and gasps, as her hands reached for purchase. Every movement sayingGive me more, satisfy me, and nothing had ever felt more necessary than to give this woman everything she asked for.
“I think honey,” Cora whispered, as her fingers glided over the smooth inner labia of Manuela. “That’s what you taste like.” She pressed her nose to the mound, inhaling the scent that was uniquely hers. This had always been the place of her wildest desires, this earthy, dewy, fragrant, soft and powerful place.
“Have me,” her lover asked, her hand cupping the back of Cora’s head and bringing her in. She ran the tip of her tongue along the seam, her eyes locked with Manuela’s. She used her fingers to pluck her open and invaded. She lapped roughly at the engorged clitoris and her princess’s eyes widened before screwing shut. Little gusts of air escaping her lips as her muscles tightened with her oncoming climax. The whimpers that escaped Manuela detonated an explosion of tingles and shivers all over Cora’s body. Her own core throbbed, needy and wet, but she was enthralled by this woman. She held her open and ate at her as Manuela’s cries echoed in the room.
“I adore your mouth,” her princess purred, urging Cora on. “Faster, oh!” her lover gasped, as she slid two fingers inside, massaging those slick inner walls even as she swirled her tongue. Manuela’s breaths grew harsher, and her thighs began to shake.
“Corazón, Corazón, Corazón.” One strong pull on her sensitive clitoris, with her fingers buried inside her, and Manuela was shouting her orgasm, back arching and her head thrown back. “Oh, yes, yes,” she muttered, her head tipped back, a beatific expression on her face.
Cora’s breaths were ragged as she pressed kisses to her lover’s inner thighs. This woman, this body, all of a sudden felt sacred. Like being the one who got to do this for Manuela, with Manuela, was a higher purpose. Not for the pleasure of it, but for the bond, the connection. For an absurd moment, Cora imagined herself on her knees worshipping right here. A supplicant between these supple limbs, a devoted servant of this princess’s pleasure.
A long, satisfied sigh from above brought her out of her sex-addled thoughts, making her lift her head to the smiling goddess on her fuchsia throne. Manuela’s arms were over her eyes, her lips tipped up in a very sated expression.
Aphrodite in the flesh.
“Did I fulfill my promises?” Cora asked before swiping her tongue over Manuela’s navel. In the next moment, bright brown eyes caught Cora’s own.
“Is it possible for one’s brain to stop working?” she asked, perfectly serious. “I think you broke mine, Your Grace,” she quipped as she slid off the chair. Cora scuttled back to give her space, and soon they were kneeling in front of each other. Manuela’s face was devastatingly open and happy as she reached for Cora. Without hesitation she licked into her mouth, hungrily taking, tongue sliding in so sweetly, her hands holding on as she ravished Cora. Teeth nipping, scoring skin, possessing. What a conquering this kiss was, swift and unstoppable.
This was not how she thought things would unfold. She should be in control, she was the more experienced one, after all. But what Manuela lacked in sophistication she made up with enthusiasm. There was no smooth seduction dance, no coy whispers. Manuela was rolling thunder, loud and shattering. Cora could only hold on as this force of nature passed through her.
“Mm,” she groaned, as she slid her mouth up to Cora’s earlobe and snagged it between her teeth. “Is that me?” she asked in a husky whisper, even as she slid her hands down Cora’s back to her bum and squeezed. “That briny taste in your mouth?”
“Yes,” Cora sighed, shivering at the delicious things Manuela was doing to her ear.
“I want to do it to you,” the heiress said, turning her face again to take Cora’s mouth. “I want to put my tongue inside you.” She sounded as breathless as Cora felt, and her hands were everywhere. Tugging at clothes, fussing with buttons. “If you don’t help me undress you, I am going to rip these off you.”
“Good God, are you an octopus?” Cora teased, as what felt like ten different hands worked on buttons and fastenings. In the next moment she was being toppled back and kissed senseless.
“I want toseeyou.” Manuela emphasized the request by kissing Cora’s ears, her nose, her forehead. Licking her neck, even as those nimble fingers made quick work of her jacket. From one breath to the next, the energy seemed to tip, and Cora was no longer the hunter but the prey.
Her island princess was fully on the prowl now, and Cora for once decided to let go.
