Savage Beauty Ch. 02

Mara coaxed the girl's mouth open and began languidly tasting her and stroking Carmen's tongue with her own. Carmen felt the tension slip from her body, her arms reaching up to wrap around Mara's neck as she returned the woman's kiss. Then the girl pulled back slightly, disengaging herself. She blushed as she met Mara's curious gaze. Moving her hands to the knot of her ruined riding skirt, she untied the thick fabric, letting it fall to the floor, followed quickly by her linen underpants. The woman eyed Carmen's naked form appreciatively, kissing her gently before scooping her into her arms.

Mara couldn't remember ever being as aroused as she was right now. She was unaccustomed to the slow seduction and wooing of lovers. The idea of attaching shame to sex was alien to her, unless it involved children, livestock, the dead, or force. It was more fun than most sports, and to her recollection, she'd never pulled a muscle having an orgasm. Gazing down at the succulent morsel bundled in her arms, she smiled reassuringly and gently placed the girl on the center of the bed. Climbing in next to her, Mara turned on her side, facing the girl.

Placing her hand on the girl's stomach, she stroked slow circles over the soft skin of the tight abdomen. Rolling closer, she leaned her head down, capturing one of the girl's nipples in her mouth, scraping the tender bud with her teeth before suckling on it. The girl's eyes closed tightly, her body arching as if trying to thrust her nipple deeper into Mara's mouth. The muscles of her abdomen fluttered as the woman's hand skimmed over them, searching ever lower. She was about to protest when she felt the mouth move from her aching nipple. She heard it released with an audible pop and felt Mara's body shifting over her. Settling herself between the girl's parted thighs, Mara placed a trail of butterfly kisses from the girl's sternum to the top of her fleecy mound.

Carmen's body tensed in nervous anticipation as she watched the woman lay down between her thighs. A sudden surge of fear and indecision stormed through her, and she began to draw herself up when she felt that tongue part the lips of her sex. The shrill pleasure of it sapped her of strength, all thought of fleeing gone.

Mara slid her arms under the girl's thighs, wrapping them around Carmen's upper legs and gripping her hips gently as she began to explore the girl's delicate folds. The girl's scent drove her onward, captivating her senses as much as the slick feel of the juicy flesh. Carmen's flavor flooded her mouth, a heady blend of savory with a hint of sweet. The girl twisted and bucked in her arms, her hips instinctively trying to follow the devastating flicking of the woman's tongue.

Carmen's hands clutched at the blanket reflexively as the woman took the sensitive nub of flesh between her lips. Sucking gently while softly laving it with the tip of her tongue, Mara was rewarded with a stifled scream. Carmen's hips jogged up and down, her need driving her body into motion.

Carmen felt Mara release one of her hips and started slightly as she felt a finger probing her. She whimpered nervously as the woman gently penetrated her slippery depths, her tight inner muscles gripping the intruding digit as she fought the instinct to escape it. She felt it curve slightly upward, massaging her. The combined effect of the penetration and Mara's soft and insidious lips and tongue began to overwhelm her. Her head thrashed side to side, her cries incoherent. Every muscle in her body seemed to draw itself tight. The slow building tension threatened to careen out of control, pushing her toward some unknown and desperately desired end. The girl struggled to catch her breath.

Now Carmen's cries became urgent, panicked. "Mara! Stop. Something's wrong."

The girl was frantic, gently pushing at Mara's head, trying to disengage the woman. Mara gently clasped Carmen's hands in her own, squeezing her fingers to reassure her. The girl struggled feebly; tense, frightened, and ignorant in her innocence. Drawing the hard button into her lips again, the woman suckled the tender flesh and ground her finger into the roughened patch of flesh inside the girl's clutching tunnel. Staying well short of the girl's maidenhead, she instead stroked the hidden bundle of nerves. Almost instantly, she felt the girl's hips drive upward, her flesh spasm against her, the rhythmic contractions clutching her finger. A long, keening wail was torn from Carmen's throat as she went over the edge, flooding Mara with her juices.

Carmen's body arched as it took her, toes curling as wave after wave of pleasure hammered at her senses. The pleasure destroyed her, wringing the air from her lungs and the strength from her limbs. The girl sank back into the bed, eyes open and struggling to focus on her lover's face. Her breath came in gasps as Mara crawled toward her. The woman drew her closer, feather light fingers stroking her stomach, calming her even as the aftershocks wracked her tiny frame.

Safe in her lover's arms, Carmen closed her eyes and dreamed.