Page 14 of Blood from the Marrow
With the collar discarded next to Zuri’s, Marisol opened the bedside drawer. She plucked out the sleek black strap and handed it to Elena, who moistened her lips and widened her eyes.
Lying on the bed, Marisol watched, gaze famished, while Elena pulled on the strap and Zuri adjusted the fit for her. Every time Zuri’s fingers brushed Elena’s skin, she felt the touch in her own body. Every time Elena held her breath, Marisol’s lungs burned for oxygen.
“I didn’t know you were a fan,” Zuri said when Elena was ready for what Marisol had planned next. “You’ve never asked for it before.”
Marisol’s smile slowly simmered to life. She sat up, took Zuri’s hand, and pulled her onto the bed. Landing on top of her and straddling her hips exactly like Marisol envisioned, Zuri’s nude form ignited every lustful fiber of her being.
Hands possessively on Zuri’s waist, she pulled her down to feel her core, hot and bare, press against her lower abdomen. To feel her thick thighs and squeeze them hard while she whispered for Zuri to grind against her.
Zuri tossed her curly hair back, sitting up to swing her hips slowly and sensually. In an effort to break her, Zuri ran one hand over her own generous chest, fingers gliding over her hardening nipple, bottom lip trapped between her teeth. It was an image that Marisol burned into her memory.
Remembering that there was no reason to resist temptation, that there was no shame in taking, Marisol sat up. Arms wrapped around Zuri, she kissed her with every emotion she hadn’t dared name. Kissed her with her lips and breath and heart and marrow. She forced herself to pull back and correct Zuri about her intentions for the strap.
“It’s not for me,” Marisol confessed against Zuri’s sinful mouth. “It’s for you. Unless you don’t want?—”
Zuri’s answer came in the form of her tongue pushing into Marisol’s mouth. She kissed her so deeply, Marisol was sure they’d discovered a new way to connect. That they’d unlocked a new form of intimacy or awakened an ancient power nearly lost to time.
When Zuri broke the kiss, she pushed Marisol back onto the bed. Hand on Marisol’s chest, pinning her down, she tossed a look over her shoulder. Standing at the foot of the bed, Elena was looking at Zuri with the same lust pushing Marisol’s pulse to a breaking point.
“Don’t let me get cold,” Zuri warned Elena, her voice a husky command.
Elena ran her tongue across her teeth, the tip lingering on one of her fangs like she was convincing herself not to bite. And then her palms were running up the insides of Marisol’s thighs, teasing her, making Marisol wish that she’d bite into her without asking.
But Elena didn’t bite. Instead, she gripped Zuri’s hips and pulled her back hard. While Marisol watched, Elena kissed Zuri’s neck from behind. Desire pulled and pulsed low in Marisol’s belly like Elena’s hands were cuppingherbreasts. Like her fingers were skimmingherabdomen before disappearing betweenherthighs.
“Fuck,” Marisol breathed when Zuri’s eyes slipped closed and she tossed her head back to rest it on Elena’s shoulder.
Gaze fixed on Marisol, Elena groaned when her fingers found Zuri’s clit. Marisolcouldn’t maintain eye contact. Couldn’t look away from Elena’s painfully slow ministrations.
Marisol’s body was a mess of sensations. Her fingertips tingled where she imagined touching Zuri. Imagined feeling her hard and wet and searing hot. Imagined the relief of Elena’s touch on her own body already aching with desire. She wanted it all at once. Wanted to touch and be touched. Wanted the anticipation and the satisfaction.
When Elena abruptly bent Zuri over, Marisol cursed again, but the sound was more of a growl than speech. Pulling one leg out from under Zuri, Marisol shifted to feel Zuri’s core flush against her own.
“Fuck,” Marisol moaned when Zuri started grinding against her.
Reaching between their bodies, Marisol held herself open for more. And Zuri didn’t deny her. Rubbing her hard clit all over Marisol’s pussy, Zuri collected the arousal waiting at Marisol’s entrance. Dipping into her but not nearly deep enough, she tilted up to find her clit.
The glancing contact was enough to send Marisol’s back arching off the bed. Hand under her knee, Zuri pushed Marisol’s bent leg so far back it nearly touched the mattress. Open to the max, Marisol felt Zuri everywhere. Every time she slid her clit against hers, Marisol shuddered and begged for more.
And then Zuri crumpled forward, hands landing on either side of Marisol while she held herself up on all fours. Forcing her eyes open, Marisol looked up to see Elena’s face dressed in unstoppable craving. She imagined Elena guiding the strap, pressing it to Zuri, teasing her before going inside.
Zuri cursed, dropping her head and pausing her movements. Grabbing Zuri’s ass with both hands, Marisol spread her open for Elena. Elena, who looked like she was using every ounceof restraint she’d ever collected to ease slowly into Zuri. The internal struggle Elena wore in her pained expression was the unbearable ache pounding in Marisol’s core.
The moment Zuri adjusted to the strap and started moving again, Marisol dug her blunt nails into her ass and urged her to grind hard and slow against her.
“You’re killing me, Bambi,” Zuri whispered when she lifted her head to look at her, brows furrowed and lips parted.
She loved when Zuri called her Bambi in moments like this. In moments where she’d caught her by surprise or shattered some notion Zuri had that she was so innocent.
Digging her nails in hard enough to leave bruises, Marisol tipped her hips as far as she could to feel as much of Zuri as possible. To feel her drip over her with each of Elena’s thrusts. To relish in the sensation of her writhing on top of her, rubbing against her clit with every rock of her hips.
“You feel so good,” Marisol moaned, sweat making their bodies glide against each other.
Running her hands up Zuri’s back, Marisol craned her neck to kiss her. Messy and unfocused, Zuri’s kiss told her just how good she felt. Every time Zuri bumped against Marisol’s clit, she was that much closer to an unexpected orgasm.
When Zuri’s body stiffened and she broke their kiss to look over her shoulder, Marisol stopped herself from unraveling too soon.
“You’re hitting it,” Zuri warned, voice raw and nearly breathless.
