Page 24 of Sweet Surrender
Wait. Was she seriously only wearing panties? How had Allie not noticed before? But she couldn’t comment on it because Barra was moving, working her hips against hers, circling them in a way that made Allie want to scream.
“I need you to take off all your clothes,” Allie muttered. She hadn’t seen Barra naked, but she had imagined it. And in her experience, imagination never came close to the real thing.
“Only if I can take off yours,” Barra replied as she dragged her lips over Allie’s neck.
Allie couldn’t think of anything better. Her clothes were beginning to feel way too restrictive in the heat. Barra dropped her leg from between Allie’s thighs and stepped back. She kept eye contact with Allie while she shrugged off her top. But Allie couldn’t help it; her gaze flicked down to Barra’s chest, to her peaked nipples, and she suppressed a whimper threatening to slip. Then Barra stepped out of her panties and, well, there went any last scrap of Allie’s self-control. She moaned. Not loud enough for those at camp to hear, but loud enough for a bird to fly off its perch in fright. Then Barra stepped forward and tugged at Allie’s clothes. First she slipped her shirt over her head, which she dropped to the ground. And then she hooked her thumbs into the sides of Allie’s panties and pulled them down in slowmotion. She knelt as she went, her fingers dragging at the outsides of Allie’s thighs.
Allie glanced down at the top of Barra’s head, and if there was a morsel of regret for how the night turned out, she didn’t feel it, not even a scratch. If anything, when Barra looked up and caught her eye, and her fingers smoothed to the back of Allie’s knees, Allie couldn’t think of a single reason to stop.
“I’ve been dreaming about this for days now,” Barra muttered, her breath hot against Allie’s skin. Then she moved her head even closer and licked a stripe right where her thigh met her hip. She did it on the right. Then the left. Allie would never have pegged Barra for a tease, but then again, she never would’ve thought she’d be pushed up against a tree in the middle of a jungle in Costa Rica, buck naked.
Barra’s hands then wrapped around her ass, and then there was no more teasing. Her mouth closed around Allie’s sex just as Allie pushed her hips forward and parted her legs, giving Barra more than enough of herself to be ravished.
Barra was thankfully on the same page. She dipped her tongue into Allie’s wet folds, and Allie couldn’t help herself from panting. Then she did it again when Barra’s tongue slid down, then up.
Allie rotated her hips over Barra’s mouth and extended her hands out to the bark of the tree for something to hold on to while Barra’s tongue flicked faster and faster. And the faster it flicked, the faster Allie moved her hips.
The next moment, Barra’s hand was inching across her stomach to her breasts. Allie didn’t have to look to know where her fingers were headed. Not that she could. Her head was tilted back, her eyes tightly closed. As Barra’s fingers spanned across her sternum, Allie’s nipples instantly hardened. No, that was a lie. They’d been hard ever since Barra kissed her. She arched her back just as Barra’s fingers found the right nipple and rolledit between her thumb and forefinger. Then Allie moaned when that roll turned into a gentle pinch. Then a harder pinch.
But that wasn’t even the reason Allie’s heart was hammering. Barra’s mouth was sucking at her clit, working at that delectable bud of nerves with such skill Allie could hardly breathe. In fact, she felt so dizzy she wasn’t sure whether she was coming or going.
Another pinch of her nipple. Then more sucking. More flicking. More of everything.
Allie’s orgasm swooped in like a tornado and radiated all the way down to her toes. She couldn’t help it; she cried out, “Fuck!” Then swore over and over again until Barra’s mouth stopped its offense.
By the time Barra stood up, Allie was so out of breath that she could barely speak. But she didn’t have to say anything. Barra closed the space between them. Her naked body pressed against Allie’s was intoxicating. The way her leg slotted in between Allie’s, the way Barra’s center pressed wetly against Allie’s thigh, the way Barra’s breath ghosted Allie’s neck, was highly addictive. And anything that addictive had to be bad for a person, especially in a game like this where she had to keep her head.
“This can’t happen again,” Allie said, smoothing her palms across Barra’s silky ass, her fingers moving dangerously close to the crease of her backside. “Never again.”
“Of course not,” Barra muttered against her breath.
Satisfied, Allie moved her hand down to the inside of Barra’s thighs. “Promise,” she said, then moved her finger to the entrance of Barra’s folds like a threat.
“Promise,” Barra said, her breath raspy.
Allie smiled, then slipped her finger inside.
Never again...
IT HAPPENED AGAIN.
And again.
And again.
And, worst of all, they were getting reckless about it.
“Someone’s going to hear us,” Allie muttered, her lips brushing Barra’s collarbone, right where her shoulder met her neck. The skin there was unfairly soft, like satin. And Allie knew all about satin. She owned four pillowcases specifically designed to prevent skin creasing and premature aging, and somehow Barra’s skin was softer and more rejuvenated.
“Then maybe you should stop,” Barra muttered, though her fingers didn’t stop. On the contrary, they tightened at Allie’s waist and pulled her closer instead of pushing her away.
“You’re being unhelpful,” Allie breathed, tilting her head, her mouth finding the hollow of Barra’s throat. “Totally unhelpful.” That couldn’t be more true. Barra was lighting a slow, dangerous fire low in her body, and the only way to put it out was to give in completely.
Barra let out a laugh that, if Allie had any sense, she’d stop kissing Barra’s neck and listen for any shift, any answering sound. But her common sense had gone with the wind, and besides, she’d offered to fill everyone’s canteens at the watering well. No one would make the trek out here unless they absolutely needed to. Not only was the well situated surprisingly deep in the jungle, but the air also smelled faintly like something was rotting.
“You’re the one who started this,” Barra said.
“Not true,” Allie replied. “I came here for the water.”
