Page 97 of Guava Flavored Lies

In response, Lauren ran her hand over Sylvie’s throat and under her bra. Taking the stiff point between her fingers, Lauren squeezed just hard enough to make Sylvie groan. Then a little harder to make her gasp and tilt her head back.

Sylvie countered by digging her nails deeper into Lauren’s back. So hard that she feared Sylvie might break the skin. The pain was fuel to the fire already raging out of control.

“Am I going to have to tie your hands up to avoid needing stitches?” Lauren squeezed Sylvie’s nipple as hard as she dared.

Sylvie’s hips bucked as she cried in heart-stopping pleasure. Lauren bit into her own bottom lip as she watched Sylvie writhe. Each moan wore down Lauren’s appetite for teasing.

Lauren kissed her again, rushed and messy, before turning Sylvie onto her stomach. With one hand tangled in Sylvie’s hair, Lauren took hold of her zipper with the other.

Each newly exposed inch of skin received the same attention from Lauren’s teeth and lips. She didn’t care about the marks she was leaving down Sylvie’s spine, and judging by her moans and curses, Sylvie wouldn’t mind looking like a leopard in the morning.

Once Sylvie’s entire back was on display, Lauren leaned back to get a full view. Lean with just enough muscle to reflect Sylvie’s surprising strength, Sylvie flexed as she tilted her hips up. Her parted thighs slipped between Lauren’s legs as she backed into her.

From behind, Lauren lifted Sylvie’s skirt exposing a shockingly tiny black G-string thong. Lauren groaned as she scrambled to her knees. With her hands firmly on Sylvie’s hips, she pulled her hard against her hips.

In an uncharacteristic act of obedience, Sylvie complied. Resting on her elbows, Sylvie threw her weight back, slamming her ass hard against Lauren’s pelvis.

Lauren groaned as Sylvie gyrated against her. She considered taking advantage of the position. Of reaching for the strap-on in her underwear drawer, but Sylvie lifted her upper body.

Sitting up on her knees, Sylvie reached back. With her hand on Lauren’s neck, she looked over her shoulder and pulled Lauren into a hard kiss.

Reaching around Sylvie’s waist with both hands, Lauren pulled Sylvie’s back flush against her chest. While Sylvie momentarily relinquished control and eased into her arms, Lauren pounced.

With one hand splayed on Sylvie’s belly to hold her steady, Lauren slipped the other between her parted thighs. Sylvie’s back arched away from Lauren as if anticipating the touch that was about to come. The one that would ease the ache building in her body. The same ache pulsing in Lauren and longing for release.

But Lauren didn’t let her escape. She pulled her back in, holding her tighter with her left arm while her right hand danced along the waistband of her underwear.

Her fingertips traced the lacy edges until Sylvie broke their kiss. “Stop playing around or I’ll have to take matters into my hands.” Her threat was buried under a tidal wave of desire.

With a smirk, Lauren breathed against the curve of Sylvie’s neck. “Neither one of us want me to call you on your bluff,” she whispered before running the tip of her tongue up the shell of her ear.

Responding with a breathy moan, Sylvie reached back and dug her fingers into the back of Lauren’s left thigh. The surge of pain heightened Lauren’s skyrocketing desire.

Instead of sliding her hand beneath the flimsy material like Sylvie wanted, Lauren gathered the lacy fabric in her fist, pulling it up hard so it was taut against where Sylvie desperately wanted to be touched. As she pulled, Lauren rubbed the fabric over Sylvie’s hard flesh.

As Sylvie’s thighs trembled and a tangle of moans and curses escaped her lips, Lauren bit into the back of her neck. Alternating between sucking and biting, she knew she was painting on a mark that would take days to disappear.

“Remember, payback is a bitch, Lauren.” Sylvie’s moaned threat was accompanied by her nails digging deeper into Lauren’s already sore flesh.

“It’s worth it,” Lauren promised, her other hand sliding up Sylvie’s abdomen.

“I’ll be the judge of that. You’ve always talked too big of a game,” she taunted, as if expecting to be disappointed.

Lauren was about to fall for it, to stop playing and prove just how wrong she was, before she realized that Sylvie was trying to goad her into giving her what she wanted. It wouldn’t work.

With a purposeful jerk, Lauren yanked the fabric again, earning a guttural groan from Sylvie. Releasing her vice-like grip on Lauren’s thigh, Sylvie clamped her hand over Lauren’s on her abdomen.

Leaning forward, she moaned. Her hips thrusting to increase the friction until the delicate material gave way and tore from her body.

In an act of animalistic passion Lauren had never experienced before, she wrapped the ruined material around her hand and tore the remainder off of Sylvie’s waist.

“Fuck,” Sylvie shuddered as she fell forward, catching herself with one hand on the bed.

Tossing the shredded lingerie to the floor, Lauren decided it was time for significantly fewer clothes. With her hands on Sylvie’s hips, she brought her back to her knees to pull off her dress. The bra followed a moment later.

Sylvie turned to face her. With her lips on hers, she pulled Lauren down to the bed and on top of her.

The sight of Sylvie’s nude form sent Lauren reeling. She was even more beautiful than Lauren expected, and she’d set her expectations high.

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