Luisa moans, and I feel the same familiar ache from the art studio build between my thighs. My toes curl in my heels and I step out of them and she does the same. My feet sink into the soft floor as I yank her forward and we collide in a mess of mouths and teeth and tongues. As we kiss, Luisa grazes her fingertips against my nipple. Then she does it again, clamping down lightly. I whimper.
I can’t take it anymore. I want to devour her whole.
“I want you, Bruixa,” I say. And with my eyes trained on hers, I sink to my knees.
The petal-littered floor is soft as it meets my skin. I linger for a moment, making sure the sight of me at her feet, ready to worship her, has sunk in. Her hooded eyes and wide pupils confirm everything I need to know.
She runs a thumb across my lips, and I take it into my mouth, sucking on her hungrily.
Running my fingers along the edge of her hem, I push the fabric up slowly. Inch by inch, I release her from the tight dress until her lace-trimmed panties are inches from me, her clothes gathered around her waist.
Luisa’s tongue runs along her top lip.
“Saskia,” she says, as quiet as a wish.
Looking up, I give her a half-smile. Then, with my hands on her behind, I pull her closer, kissing the inner dip of her exposed thigh. She moans. I run my hand beneath her underwear and cup her bare ass, pulling her into me harder, licking the inside of her thigh, higher and higher, until my lips graze the sheer fabric over her mound. With a flick of my tongue, I trace the point where fabric meets flesh, feeling her shudder in the palm of my hands.
Her eyes darken. “Please,” she says, more urgent this time.
Hooking my fingers beneath the edge of the lace, I pull it to one side and take her into my mouth, tongue coaxing her in long strokes. The sweet scent of pollen around us combines with her warm musk and I’m heady with longing, deepening my caress, savoring the taste of her. Luisa puts her hand on the back of my head, and I'm lost in oblivion. My knees ache as I worship her, inch for inch, relishing the pain, pushing against it.
With a final flick of my tongue, Luisa’s knees buckle and she sinks to the ground before me. I look up and her mouth clashes against mine, one hand gripping hard to my hair while the other pulls me closer. Still kissing, we roll along the edge of the wooded cocoon, thorns and thin branches jabbing and scratching our bare flesh.
I flip her onto her back and sit astride her, hiking her skirt higher as she lays in a sea of petals. I kiss her stomach, feeling her abs quiver against my mouth. Then I work my way along her ribcage and the curve of her waist, inching my way up her body.
Luisa’s breasts are dappled with shadows from the leaves surrounding us. I roll her nipple gently between my thumb and fingers, enjoying her groans of pleasure. She parts her thighs and I position myself between them, pressing my knee into her center. Her head lolls back against the branches, her hair catching on the thorns. One of the flowers behind her starts to bloom, a large white stargazer lily, filling the air with sweet perfume.
I place a finger in my mouth, then rub it over the erect peak of her breast again, before licking a path from her collar bone to behind her ear. The taste of her perfume mingles with the taste of her in my mouth.
She sits up, her hands traveling up the back of my knees, resting on my behind and pulling me closer. I part my thighs and she nudges her leg between mine, pushing against my throbbing center, the sweet ache filling me up with heat.
“More,” she moans, as I move my tongue down her neck and to her chest, the tip of my tongue tracing the curve of her pert nipple. She bunches my hair in a fist as I suck hungrily on her, writhing against her leg and making the fabric of my underwear damp.
My hand is trapped between our bodies and I inch my fingers lower, stroking the line of her groin and smiling as she moans into my mouth.
She breaks away, holding my gaze, her pupils so dilated her eyes are black as night.
“Don’t stop,” she says as I slide two fingers beneath the hem of her underwear, pushing them slowly inside of her and feeling her tighten against me.
My arousal mounts as my hand becomes slick with the touch of her, moving my fingers in and out, my eyes locked on hers. Placing my thumb over her clit I move it in slow lazy circles. She starts to pant heavily, her chest rising to meet mine.
The hunger inside me is a ravaging burn. A midnight wildfire.
“Moan for me,” I whisper, and she obeys as my fingers quicken inside her. Biting down on her nipple, I let my hand cup her other breast as her breath comes in ragged whimpers.
I can’t take this anymore. The friction between my thighs is making my legs tremble, building into an unbearably sweet desire.
I blink, refocusing hungrily on her. Moving faster still. Again and again, I worship her with my mouth, tongue, and fingers until Luisa finally clasps my head in both her hands and cries out, shuddering against me.
I keep my hand between her legs as her breaths ease to normal and her eyes flutter open.
The wooded space has filled with the honeyed scent of roses, orchids, and lilies blooming through the branches and exploding open in a cacophony of color. A soft rain of Sakura
