Evie gasped against her mouth. Her arms went around Natalya, and Evie pulled herself against her. Their skin touched. Natalya didn’t hold back. She didn’t need to.
For Evie, the kiss produced pleasure and alertness alike. Natalya’s kiss, like her touch, sharpened the senses. It meant Evie would feel everything more intently. Pain would be deeper, emotions heightened, pleasure more intense.
To Natalya, the kiss was like taking a deep breath after hours underwater. It was air and sunlight. It filled her with such vigorousness that she felt invincible. It had been over a century since she’d experienced something like this.
They kissed hard and painfully. Evie’s teeth pressed against Natalya’s mouth, her tongue surrendering and her body shivering. She moaned and her fingers dug into Natalya’s skin.
She wanted more. She couldtakemore.
Natalya bit Evie’s bottom lip as she pulled away. It was left wet and glistening. Evie’s green eyes were glassy.
“Take off your top.”
Evie obeyed so quickly that it was almost amusing. She pulled off the top and then the sports bra beneath it. Her beautiful freckled breasts moved along with her rapid breathing. Her nipples were pink and erect.
Natalya put her hand on one breast, trailing her fingers over it. She circled a nipple. Evie gasped at the touch.
“So sensitive already. And I’m barely doing anything. Imagine how it’ll feel when I use my mouth instead of my hands.”
Evie’s eyes widened, and Natalya chuckled. She rolled a nipple between her fingers, making Evie gasp again.
“I may have to stay here a while. This is just too fun for me.”
“Please, Natalya—” Evie began. Natalya cut her off by slamming their lips together again. A silencing, demanding, hungry kiss, the pleasure of which was deepened as Natalya played with Evie’s breasts. When she broke it, Evie was breathing unevenly.
“Didn’t I say that you would beg? But it is much too soon to be begging. Be careful with what you say.”
She pinched Evie’s nipple for emphasis, making her yelp.
Natalya could have stayed with the building torture for hours. She could have been fine with drawing out the act, taking in Evie’s desire as pure, unfiltered satiation. But she wanted more.
It was one thing to feel sexual energy made by someone else. It was another to produce it yourself. To feel it in your own body with no manipulation or forcefulness.
Natalya’s touch was like a drug. She would give Evie a fix.
When Natalya bent down to place hard kisses on her chest, Evie had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. Her breasts had always been sensitive, but not like this. Not atalllike this. It was like lightning through her veins whenever Natalya pressed her lips against her skin. When she ran her tongue around a nipple and then bit it gently, Evie thought she might faint.
The pleasure was already skyrocketing, already pushing her close. Natalya’s tongue on one nipple, moving expertly, was joined by her fingers on the other. She sucked, then pinched. Licked, then flicked. The sensations were unbelievable.
Evie’s hands were on Natalya’s arms, and her grip tightened as the pleasure increased. Natalya let out a low laugh, and the noise created vibrations against her skin.
“You’re responsive,” Natalya said, straightening. Her eyes were alight with satisfaction. “You remember what comes next, don’t you?”
Evie nodded, and Natalya leaned close to her.
“Why don’t you remind me?”
“You were going to move down.”
“Oh, that’s right.” It didn’t sound like she’d actually forgotten. “And what would I do then? I think it was something important.”
“You wouldn’t…” Evie couldn’t bring herself to say it. Natalya grinned wickedly.
“I’m not going to let you come.” She pulled at the waistband of Evie’s gym shorts, then let go. It snapped against her skin. “These are in my way.”
Eagerly, Evie pulled down her shorts and panties, standing naked in front of Natalya. The other night, just being in herunderwear had filled her with dread. She’d been self-conscious, stuck in her head. Stuck in the past.
Now only the present existed. She was laser-focused on Natalya, awaiting what she’d do or say next. The concepts of past and future didn’t exist when Natalya looked at her with so much want and wicked amusement.
