Page 68 of Guava Flavored Lies

“Would you have brought me here when we were in high school?” Sylvie asked, her voice husky and thick as she leaned in, pressing Lauren against the door before kissing her again.

Lauren closed her eyes and let herself drown in Sylvie’s dominating kiss. Reaching for the hem of her linen dress, Lauren pulled it up to over her thighs. Without hesitation, Sylvie straddled Lauren’s hips as she sat in her lap.

“Would you have wanted me to bring you here?” Lauren whispered, her eyes locked on Sylvie’s kiss-swollen lips.

Sylvie ran both hands through Lauren’s hair, her blunt nails dragging along her scalp and sending a pulse of ravenous heat straight through her. A gasp escaped Lauren’s lips.

“Stop answering my questions with questions,” Sylvie demanded.

Lauren gripped Sylvie’s smooth thighs as she reveled in the sensation of sliding under her skirt.

“Maybe after a softball game.” She imagined them fumbling with buttons and zippers, desperate to get closer. The adrenaline from the game spurring them on.

“All dirty and sweaty? Not after a dance or a date?” Sylvie’s hips swayed to the rhythm of the ocean. Each slow, measured move making Lauren’s pulse jump and her skin warm.

Tipping her head back, Lauren groaned at the sight of Sylvie grinding on top of her. “I like it dirty and sweaty,” she replied in a whisper.

“Kiss me,” Sylvie demanded as her thighs trembled.

Cupping her face, Lauren pulled her down to her lips. Sylvie was hot honey melting into every part of her as if she belonged there. Her mouth. Her skin. Her chest. Sylvie covered her. Consumed her. Possessed her.

With steady hands, Lauren kneaded Sylvie’s surprisingly muscular thighs. Deepening their kiss, Sylvie groaned, grinding harder against the zipper of Lauren’s jeans.

Sylvie’s fingertips rolled down Lauren’s neck. She paused over her throat, teased her skin as if she’d considered choking her for a single, exhilarating moment, before running her open palm over Lauren’s clothed breast.

Lauren moaned her approval into their kiss and wished Sylvie would pull up her shirt, yank down her bra, and touch her aching, hard nipple. Better yet, that she would use her mouth. The one currently driving her insane just by kissing her.

Without leaving their kiss, Sylvie moved her hand over Lauren’s. Confidently, she dragged Lauren’s hand from her outer thigh, over the top of her smooth skin, and against the soft skin of her inner thigh.

“Touch me,” Sylvie whispered breathlessly. It wasn’t a demand as much as it was a whimpered plea.

Lauren groaned as desire pulsed hard, threatening to tear her seams. Their kiss grew sloppy as Lauren explored Sylvie’s soft skin before stopping at the edge of silky material.

“Fuck,” Lauren cursed when she rubbed against the soaked fabric of Sylvie’s underwear.

The slight contact produced a gasp from Sylvie. She thrust her hips forward, openly desperate for a more decisive touch. Lauren couldn’t give her what she wanted. Not right away.

With the faintest pressure, Lauren teased the hard point behind the wet garment.

Unable to maintain the kiss, Sylvie tossed her head back. Watching her as she continued grinding, Lauren was tempted to slip her fingers inside. Pushing aside the thin fabric would be so easy. She resisted, needing to prolong the moment. Needing to watch Sylvie desperately clinging to the edge a while longer.

Lauren ran her free hand over Sylvie’s abdomen and over her rib cage. Through the linen she reached for Sylvie’s small breast. Around them, the air grew thick and humid, but Lauren didn’t consider stopping for a moment.

The old thoughts she’d entertained in high school, and even in the years that followed, returned. She didn’t know how many times she’d imagined this. Her hand slipping under the covers as she conjured the fantasy. Usually she pictured something from the movies. A moment where she shut Sylvie up with a kiss or that they’d go from fighting to making out in the middle of a heated argument.

Now, there she was, kissing Sylvie. The unassailable proof that she wanted her too dampening her fingertips.

Despite the tight confines of the backseat, Lauren twisted around. Getting as close to horizontal as she could, she pulled Sylvie down to her.

Without missing a beat, Sylvie repositioned herself on top of Lauren. She parted her legs, making sure that Lauren’s thigh was firmly between them.

Lauren bent her knee and gave Sylvie what she wanted. Something hard to grind against.

Sylvie muttered a pained curse against Lauren’s mouth before kissing her again. A deep, penetrating kiss that eviscerated Lauren’s ability to continue teasing.

Snaking her hand between their bodies, Lauren slid over Sylvie’s underwear. Inching the fabric to the side, she slid against her. Sylvie was so slick with arousal that Lauren’s fingers glided over her effortlessly.

Moaning into their kiss, Sylvie rocked against her hand. Lauren’s own arousal seized her body, making it nearly impossible to move as she throbbed with desire.

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