Page 60 of For Love and Blood and Fury

Marisol sat up, unsure what she meant.

Behind her, Elena laughed, dark and dangerous and addictive. “No one else has ever made you come like I do,” she said with a staggering confidence Marisol had never felt in her life.

Eyes open, gaze drifting from Marisol to Elena, Zuri grinned. “I just make them fuck me in the shower. It makes for much quicker clean up.”

Understanding that Zuri meant she could squirt, Marisol nearly lost the ability to hold herself up. It was almost unfair how hot she was. Unfair how much she wanted her.

“I want to taste you,” Marisol admitted when she bent forward to kiss her again.

“Then taste me,” Zuri whispered.

Despite her body feeling like her bones had been replaced with gelatin, she slid down her body, expecting Elena to stay where she was. Instead, Elena crawled toward Zuri, straddling her face like they’d coordinated in advance.

Mouth hanging open halfway down Zuri’s body, Marisol’s heart dropped out of her body. Elena’s hair fell in long wavesdown her toned back, muscles flexing with every swing of her hips.

Reaching back to rest her hand on Zuri’s bent leg to better grind against her mouth, Elena flashed Marisol a fanged grin over her shoulder. It was an invitation, but Marisol was hypnotized. She’d never seen anything hotter in life.

As if to prove that her aim was to kill her, Elena closed her eyes, tipped her head back, and unleashed a barrage of breathy dirty talk that somehow sounded filthier in Spanish.

All Marisol could do was watch. The arousal that had been well satisfied by Elena’s mouth and Zuri’s fingers surged again.

Zuri’s leg hooked around her thigh and pulled Marisol in, jolting her back to the moment. She wasn’t watching a show. She wasinthe show. For reasons she couldn’t comprehend, these women were real. They were real and blistering and hers. Even if only for the moment.

Marisol wrapped her arms around Zuri’s panic-inducing thighs, kissing the inside of her knee. Tilting her hips off the bed, Zuri asked for what she wanted, even if her mouth was too full of Elena to speak.

Pulse hammering, Marisol decided it was even more of a turn-on to hear her muffled moans than to take her direction—although, with a flash of surprise, she hoped she’d get that too.

The more Zuri urged her to move faster, the slower she went. Tasting her skin, lips hovering close enough for the slightest contact, she moved down her inner thigh at a glacial pace before switching to the other side.

Body trembling at her touch, Zuri dug her hips into the mattress when Marisol ran the tip of her tongue toward her center. She was squirming by the time Marisol closed her eyes and used her lips and tongue and teeth on her inner thigh. A preview of things to come.

“If you don’t stop fucking around and eat my pussy, Bambi?—”

Marisol cut her off with her lips on the glistening, wet heat of her body. Tasting her with every part of her mouth—lips grazing, tongue dipping and rolling and flicking—she savored every inch.

Digging her hips into the mattress again, Zuri cursed and Marisol stopped watching them to give Zuri every fiber of her attention. It didn’t take Marisol long to learn that she liked it slow, too. That she preferred long, lingering swipes before she built up to a more targeted assault.

Parting Zuri’s legs wider, Marisol held her open before pushing the tip of her tongue inside. When Zuri responded with a muffled curse, she went in as far as her tongue would go, but it was obviously not far enough. Zuri’s sounds had turned from eager to frustrated.

Before she lost her, Marisol replaced her tongue with her finger and curled it inside. This time when Zuri cursed, it was obvious she’d had to stop what she’d been doing to Elena. With an unexpected burst of pride that she’d forced Zuri out of focus, Marisol circled her clit before taking it completely in her mouth.

“Fuck,” Zuri moaned before hooking one leg around her as if to keep her from moving. As if there was anywhere on the planet she’d rather be. As if she’d trade anything for the taste of Zuri on her tongue.

With Zuri’s heel digging into her back and her moans tangling with her curses, Marisol was invincible. Her body surged with freshly oxygenated blood and she moved her tongue so fast, she was sure Zuri was going to tell her to slow down. When she didn’t, Marisol increased her speed, her pressure, moving her head in circles to give her more.

“Don’t stop,” Zuri panted. “Don’t fucking stop.”

Marisol had no intention of stopping, even if she snapped her own neck in the effort. She gave Zuri everything she needed while pressing her finger into her from the inside. She wanted to drive her insane. Wanted her to come so hard that all she couldgasp wasBambibefore she unraveled. Wanted and wanted and wanted.

Zuri bucked against her mouth while she cursed, Marisol deciding she was happy to pay the price of a busted lip. She’d do anything for the incredible sounds Zuri was making.

Zuri didn’t have to announce it. When her hips lifted off the bed and she clenched her thighs around Marisol, she knew she’d given her an orgasm. A damn good one.

Easing off the pressure when Zuri’s legs dropped uselessly back to the bed, Marisol kissed her slowly before sliding down one inner thigh. The feeling of eyes on her made Marisol glance up.

At some point, without her noticing, Elena had turned around, knees still on either side of Zuri’s head, but now she was facing Marisol. Watching her.

Making a fist in Marisol’s sweat-soaked hair, she pulled her half off the bed, an exquisite rush of pain flooding her scalp.

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