The Taste of Lavender by Emma Shane Read Free Book Online

me, right behind me really.
Close enough that I could feel the micro-vibrations with each pen stroke she
made. The heat of her hip spread to my lower back where our bodies touched.
    Maribel stopped writing.
    She placed her hand on my hip, then slid
it up my side to my rib cage, before dragging her fingers slowly back down my
silhouette. I took in a deep breath, not knowing what she had planned, but not
wanting her to stop either. She caressed my hip, the top of my thigh and all
the way down to my knee. Around to the back of my leg, behind the knee, her
fingers massaged the bare skin tenderly, then inched back up. Skin on skin, she
slipped her hand under my skirt and my groin clenched.
    I arched my back and slipped my top leg
forward just a bit. I felt lithe and catty, stretching my body to influence her
path. She kneaded my thighs, her fingers prodding and gliding over my skin.
Higher and higher. Her fingers grazed the apex of my thighs and heat pooled between
my legs.
    “You like?” she asked, skimming the
crease between my legs and butt.
    I nodded, unable to speak.
    “Good, then you just keep an eye on the
others,” she purred, rolled over on her side and pressed herself up behind me.
    She slipped her fingers inside of my
panties and my body arched even further, giving her more access to the place I really wanted her to touch. Her other arm snaked under the arm I was using to prop my
head up, and closed around my breast. She fingered my nipple through the thin
cloth and as it hardened I felt a jolt of pleasure shoot all the way down into
my abdomen.
    Her hand slipped under my panties and
ran delicately over my ass, caressing each cheek before pushing further between
my legs. My thighs quivered as she found me wet with desire. Her lips brushed
the bared skin on my shoulder as her fingers found my core. Slowly, she slipped
a finger inside of me. My body tightened around her digit with a tiny spasm. If
I didn’t focus, I was going to lose it.
    I reached behind me with my free arm,
found her skirt and tugged it up to where I could feel Maribel’s skin under my
fingertips. As she sunk her finger into me again, I found her core and returned
the thrust. My thumb circled around her nub several times before I slid my finger
into her hard and withdrew it slowly, only to start the cycle over again each
time. 
    She teased me, playing my body like a
fiddle, building up to a crescendo that would have me seeing stars. Her fingers
were magical. I felt myself open up to her completely, like I was being turned
inside out.
    “Are you watching?” she asked.
    I was. And I wasn’t.
    While I was still so worried about being
caught, at some point all my concern dropped away. We could have been in the
middle of Time’s Square and I wouldn’t have asked her to stop. She was taking
me from behind, and it felt marvelous.
    Maribel pressed harder into me as I
worked her body into a frenzy. I couldn’t stop my body from rocking against her
hand. There was passion and love-making, and then there was what we were doing.
Something about it felt more basic, more primal. More animalistic.
    I closed my eyes and considered what we
would look like to any onlookers, writhing against each other, her dark hair
draped over my shoulder.
    We climaxed at the same time. I felt her
body contract and clench around my fingers with velvet-like softness, as the
the heat seeped over my hand. When my body finally stopped contracting around
Maribel’s hand, she withdrew her fingers and smoothed my dress down in the
back. I felt her roll onto her back, removing herself from my hand.
    “Perfect ending to a perfect day,” she
mused.
    I flipped over to face Maribel. “I don’t
know. I was thinking we should try for dessert in the car on the way back
home.”
    She cocked an eyebrow and laughed as a
breeze lifted her hair, floating ebony curls around her face. “Challenge
accepted.”

May
2010
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    “Y ou cannot avoid the question