“So she has a history of violence,” Silver muses. “That’s good.”
Ria starts to see where this is headed. “You’re going to make it look like I did it, aren’t you?” Her lower lip trembles, looking up at Silver. “Cutler and Luther both.”
“It’s perfect, Ree. The whore kills the man who’s raping her, then kills her captor, then forces his brother to release her and her friends.”
“And how do you get into London?” Argo throws a wrench in. “That is what you’re trying to do, isn’t it? Get Ria home?”
“You’re the human trafficker.” Silver expects this to be the easy part, and hasn’t given it a great deal of thought. “You tell me.”
“I don’t understand.” Argo seems genuinely perplexed. “We smuggle stuff out of London, not in. People pay good money to get away from the city without having their Authenticards swiped—mostly people on the run from the CPS—and we provide a service for them. If it was that easy to send things in the other direction, don’t you think I would’ve put Ria on the first train home instead of turning her out into Mercia alone? I did the best that I could.”
“Train?” Silver queries.
Argo nods. “Freight trains go in full, delivering legitimate goods: corn, wheat, and plenty other things. When they leave, they’re supposed to be empty so they rarely get searched. Security’s not so tight on the way out, and the border guards can be easily paid off. They care a lot less about what leaves London than they do about what goes in.”
“So when does the next train leave?” Silver perseveres.
“Tonight. I can get you on it, but I can’t make any guarantees. If they search it at the border …”
“We’ll chance it.” Silver gets up from the table, pulling Ria with her. “Now call off your dogs. I’ll stay with Ria in the hen house until Luther’s ready to receive her.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Carmen is lying on Ria’s bed, biting at her fingernails, curled up in the fetal position. She’s expecting armed militia to barge in at any moment, and she’s so primed to respond to the intrusion that, when the door does eventually open, she leaps off the bed like she’s been shot.
In her haste, she gets tangled in the bed sheets. Her foot catches in the duvet, pulling her off her feet, causing her to collapse on the floor, a thrashing mess of arms and legs.
“Ow,” she grumbles, frowning up at Silver and Ria, getting a clear shot up Ria’s skirt from her vantage point on the floor. “I thought you were militia.”
Silver blocks her eyeline, well aware that she’s peeking. “They’re not coming here for me anymore.”
“How come?” Carmen disentangles herself.
“I’m gonna get us into London.”
“How?”
“Ria’s going to kill Luther.” Silver pauses for dramatic effect. “Well, that’s how it’ll appear.”
“Why?”
“Trust me, will you?” Silver isn’t in the mood for twenty questions. “All we have to do is hang tight until Luther gets back.”
“And do what in the meantime?”
Ria’s first thought is sex. She can’t help it. The desire for it comes crashing down over her like a tidal wave, overwhelming her and arousing her. Will Silver be able to smell it through her underwear? Hell, yes.
Still, on the off-chance that Silver needs a little more encouragement before acting on the reflexive, olfactory invitation, Ria makes the first move. Standing with her back to Carmen, she unhooks the top fastening of her bodice, causing her weighty breasts to bulge forward.
Without wasting another second, Silver opens the door and motions for Carmen to leave. “Go find Oliver.” There’s a hint of urgency in her voice. “Fill him in on the plan.”
“Why me?” Carmen pouts.
“Ria and I have some grownup business to take care of, and we don’t need an audience.”
Scowling, Carmen flicks a vee on her way out, well aware of how they’re intending to pass the time until Luther’s return.
Before she gets clear of the room, Silver snags the lapel of her jacket, almost hoisting the slight girl completely off her feet. “If you even so much as touch this door,” she says under her breath, “I will kill you.” She enunciates the last four words slowly, then lets Carmen go.
“You can smell me already, can’t you?” Ria asks when they’re alone, her eyes locked on Silver’s, reaching for the second hook on her bodice.
“I know how much you want this.” Silver sweeps her into an embrace, kissing her, tasting rum. “But are you sure this is the right time for—”
The question doesn’t need to be asked.
Answering it preemptively, Ria sheds her bodice and slips out of her skirt, letting it fall to her ankles with her knickers.
“Shit.” Silver admires her almost completely naked body, from her firm breasts to that trimmed patch of dark hair at the apex of her alabaster thighs. “You’re so beautiful.”
“I should’ve let you touch me in Vyrnwy.” Ria steps forward and unbuttons Silver’s waistcoat. “It’s all I could think about when I thought you were …” She can’t bring herself to say the word ‘dead’. “I don’t want to waste anymore time.”
She drops the waistcoat to the floor, then removes Silver’s shirt, finding her torso covered with minor scrapes and bruises from her two brawls with Cutler.
“Are you in any pain?” she wonders, laying kisses all over Silver’s purple skin.
“Not anymore.” Silver disarms herself, then suggests Ria over to the foot of the bed.
There, she prompts Ria sit while she kneels between her stockinged legs and divests her of those last vestiges of clothing. Rolling them down one by one, she tenders kisses from thigh to ankle, stealing glances up at Ria’s bared womanhood.
When she’s done, the stockings cast off and forgotten, Ria peels away and scoots up the bed, lying down on top of the sheets, waiting.
The curves of her body are exquisite: the rise of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the arc of her hips. Her nipples become rigid under the attention of Silver’s eyes, and she parts her legs expectantly.
Rising to her feet, Silver takes off the rest of her clothes and clambers onto the bed, watching Ria’s eyes roam hungrily from north to south and back again. Slowly, she positions herself between Ria’s thighs and leans over her body for a kiss.
“I want you all over me.” Ria bucks her hips into Silver, mashing groin against groin.
“First things first.” Silver undoes the red ribbon around Ria’s neck, flinging it off the side of the bed with a flourish. “You’re not my whore.”
“What am I, then?” Ria fishes for compliments.
“How do I say it in Russian?”
“Moya devushka.” She keeps thrusting her pelvis upward, harder each time. “My girlfriend.”
“What else?” Silver starts kissing her neck, fondling her breasts, rubbing their bodies together.
“Moya zhenshchina—my woman.” Ria groans at the ceiling. “Make love to me.”
Silver creeps down the bed, letting her eyes fall again upon that perfect patch of glistening pink skin between Ria’s legs. She’s visibly aroused, seeping with fluid, her swollen clit begging to be kissed and touched.
But Silver takes her time. She slides her hands up Ria’s inner thighs, caressing her smooth skin, preparing to explore what lies beyond.
“Do you like looking at me?” Ria lifts her legs up and outward, spreading herself.
That would be a massive understatement. Silver parts Ria’s delicious folds with her thumbs, smearing the copious wetness over her fingers, worshipping every glorious inch.
Moving forward again—positioning their bodies nipple to nipple—she grazes Ria’s clit with her fingers, sliding all over the sensitive, slippery skin beneath it and around it.
“There aren’t any words—in either language—that could ever describe how perfect you are.” She teases Ria’s opening, edging one fingertip inside, moving it in swi
ft circles, tickling and exciting her.
Ria whimpers, raising her knees so that Silver can penetrate her deeply. She wants to feel full; she wants as much of Silver as she can take, and then more.
Responding in perfect harmony with that need, Silver pushes two fingers all the way inside Ria’s body, making her cry out.
“You’re close already.” Silver delves deeper, the walls of Ria’s canal squeezing her fingers tightly.
With absolute precision, she seeks out that special, engorged button, making Ria throw her head back against the pillow, begging madly for release.
She keeps targeting it, tapping and stroking it, pressing her fingertips back and forth and from side to side, her touch firm and assured. In minutes, Ria’s breathing becomes labored and she digs her nails into Silver’s back, her body trembling with climax.
“Ne ostanavlivaysya!” Don’t stop!
In case the translation isn’t obvious, Ria presses her hand completely over Silver’s, preventing her from withdrawing—not that she would anyway. She knows there’s a good chance she can piggyback another, stronger peak onto the first one.
And she does.
Ria’s inner sex tightens around her fingers again, the tremors of her body continuous, her breathing now heavy and irregular. The sensations building even higher, she starts to shake from head to toe, fluid gushing between them, soaking the bed sheets and Silver’s hand.
In the wake of her climax, her cheeks turn red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” she whispers breathlessly. “That doesn’t happen often.”
“What the hell are you sorry for?” Silver beams proudly. “You came all over me.”
After a reassuring kiss, she repositions between Ria’s legs, admiring her drenched flesh up close.
“I bet you taste sweet.” She flicks the tip of her tongue quickly and lightly from perineum to clit, getting a brief but intense sampling of Ria’s saturated cunt.
“Your tongue is so hot.” Ria whimpers.
As Silver holds her open and laps her up, Ria feels a tendril of fire snake across her skin.
“Mne nuzhno bol’she.” She weaves her fingers through Silver’s hair. “Bol’she.”
Silver needs help with that particular burst of Russian, having never heard it before, and she picks her head up, waiting for a translation.
“Bol’she,” Ria repeats, pushing her head back down. “More, pozhaluysta.”
Eager to deliver, Silver presses her mouth back to Ria’s plump, parted labia, sinking into her core with full abandon.
Sucking.
Licking.
Nipping.
Utterly devouring her, Silver works Ria so vigorously that she gets nudged up the bed inch by inch until she hits the headboard. Moaning loudly, Ria lifts her arm above her head and grips one of the bars on the metal headboard, anchoring herself.
“Bozhe moy!”
Silver’s taking her so fervently and so aggressively that the pressure on her clit is almost painful. Flashes of hypersensitivity shoot through her nerves at intervals, making her tense and twitch, but she’d never dream of making Silver stop.
She loves being wanted this aggressively, and pleasured so enthusiastically that her body’s screaming with sensation. Her head’s spinning, her whole abdomen tingling and stinging and throbbing, the stimulation so intense she feels like she might pass out.
Silver’s mouth is so determined, her fervor so energetic and fierce that Ria finds herself trying to delay her orgasm, intent on prolonging the euphoria of this moment.
All the same, the crest of her orgasm continues to rise, its onset inevitable. The wave’s about to break and she can’t hold it back. Seconds later, she cries out and convulses into Silver’s mouth, one contraction after another rippling through her body.
When her orgasm subsides, she’s panting heavily, her hand cramping around the bed rail. Everything between her legs is pounding, her muscles still in spasm, and when Silver flops onto the bed beside her, she can only articulate two words.
“You’re incredible.”
“I wasn’t too rough?” Silver draws her into an amatory, sex-flavored kiss.
“No-one’s ever taken me that forcefully.” Ria tastes herself on Silver’s lips. “You just gave me the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.”
“Good.” Silver pulls Ria on top of her. “I can be restrained when necessary, but I prefer it when I don’t have to control myself.”
Silver learned a long time ago that there’s no room for timidity in bed. If you’re going to do something, you’d damn well better throw yourself into it with abandon. Otherwise, what’s the point? If your touch is weak, tentative, or uncertain, your partner will surely feel it, and nothing kills arousal more than sloppy, halfhearted oral sex.
Generally speaking, if a woman tells you to stop giving head and fuck her before she’s reached climax, it’s not a compliment. She’s not desperate for your dick, or your fingers, or anything else, she’s merely trying to put you both out of your misery because you’re doing a terrible job. That’s Silver’s take on it anyway.
Regaining coordination of her limbs somewhat, Ria wiggles between Silver’s legs. “I hope I can please you as much as you please me,” she coos, her abundant wetness smearing over Silver’s hip. “Ya tebya lyublyu vsem serdtsem.” She trails kisses down Silver’s body, moving lower and lower.
“What does that mean?” Silver parts her legs wider, allowing Ria to look at her.
“You already know.” Ria starts kissing her inner thighs, stroking anywhere and everywhere but where she wants it most.
Silver hooks a leg over Ria’s shoulder. “You added an extra bit that time.”
“With all my heart,” she says, planting a kiss directly on Silver’s wet slit.
The instant her mouth makes contact, Silver groans. She holds the back of Ria’s head, weaving fingers through her tresses.
“Oh, my god.”
It’s been such a long time since she’s received this kind of gratification from a woman. Not only that, but the last female who gave her head was Alice, and Alice had never been able to get her all the way.
Whether that was because she was still deeply in love with Alex and mourning their separation, or because Alice was a lazy lover, she never did know. In either case, she can’t remember how long it’s been since anyone other than Alex has made her come.
She’s grown used to feeling the prick of Alex’s stubble against her delicate skin, and of having the pleasurable sensations of his avid tongue and lips peppered with twinges of mild discomfort.
But things are different now.
Ria’s mouth is soft, her ministrations slow and deliberate, and there’s nothing to make Silver wince as she draws her face tighter, fisting her hair.
“Oh, fuck.” She closes her eyes and groans again, feeling herself close to peaking already. “Your mouth feels so good.”
Ria’s working her in every way possible, alternating and experimenting with different sensations. While she penetrates Silver with her tongue, she lightly thumbs the edges of her clit, keeping her orgasm building. Then, she feels Silver’s clit harden and swell so she sucks it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.
“Shit …” Silver holds her breath, overcome by the shivers cascading through her. “I’m going to—”
Too late.
Not that Ria needs the warning anyhow. She feels Silver’s pelvic muscles clamp down, ready for climax, then the contractions start. Slipping two fingers inside, she’s able to feel her convulse and pulsate, and savors every second of her orgasm.
When it’s over, she keeps her fingers exactly where they are, working her mouth back up Silver’s body.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say it’s been a really long time since you’ve been touched the way you like to be touched.” She instigates a kiss.
“Oh, yeah?” Silver sucks her sticky lips clean. “How can you tell?”
“I just can.” Ria pushes her finger
s deeper. “Either the men in your life don’t pay enough attention to your cues, or …”
“Or?” Silver urges her.
“Perhaps it’s not a man that you want.” Ria moves her fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, tickling the ridges of Silver’s cunt, making her whine.
“Maybe it’s just been a while since I’ve been touched so tenderly.” She wraps a leg around Ria’s waist. “Or maybe it’s you.” She cups her face. “You’re amazing.”
Ria pulls her fingers out and pushes them back in again, simultaneously thrusting her hips forward, simulating phallic penetration.
“I want to give you more.”
Eager to come again—to be fucked deeply and firmly—Silver wraps her other leg around Ria’s waist and squeezes her ass, encouraging her to carry on moving like that.
“Yes,” she spurs Ria on. “Fuck me.”
Ria thrusts into her again, adding a third finger to make up for lack of length and substance, stretching Silver to the limit of what she’s capable of comfortably taking, and then … she withdraws.
“Please, don’t stop,” Silver whimpers. “I want you inside me.”
Curling her lips into a lopsided smile, Ria reaches for the second drawer of the bedside table and retrieves a strangely-shaped dildo.
“Is this what you need?” She dangles it in the air, cocking one eyebrow.
The L-shaped, silicone dildo is a solid eight inches of cock with a contoured bulb ‘handle’, giving both partners simultaneous stimulation without the need for a bulky or clumsy harness.
“Would you mind?” Silver asks, her body flooding liberally at the thought of having Ria fuck her with it. “Is it a very hetero thing for me to want?”
“It’s a very natural thing for you to want.” Ria rocks back on her heels and angles the bulb end inside herself. “Wanting to bed a woman doesn’t change the way your body responds to certain stimuli.” She clamps her muscles around the bulb and maneuvers onto her knees between Silver’s legs. “Your vagina doesn’t care if you’re gay or straight, or somewhere in between.” She leans forward, letting the tip of the cock rub against Silver’s core. “It can’t tell the difference.”
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