Love Burns Bright

by Radclyffe

  “I wanted to surprise you,” she said. She bit her lip, a little guilty. “Thought I could get all the lights up before you came home.”

  I blushed to see that the books were in a different order than when I had last put them back in the crate. Sawyer had gone through them.

  She caught me staring. “Sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to go looking where you didn’t want me to.”

  “I don’t care,” I said. “They’re just books. I never read them.”

  “Then why’s your handwriting in them?”

  I knelt on the floor to put them all back in the right order, but Sawyer took my face in her hands. I felt the familiar grain of her calluses on my cheeks, the pads of her fingers worn rougher since the first time she touched me years earlier.

  “You’re smart,” she said, her mouth close enough to mine that I could feel its heat on my lips. “I see it.”

  I loved my lipstick and my rosewater as much as todas aquellas palabras, and I loved Sawyer more than any of it. I wanted both. I wanted my body to be soft under hers, not so full of words that I was as hard to hold in her arms as water.

  But she held me a little harder, her calluses like the finest sandpaper. I imagined each of her fingertips on my tongue, rough and sweet as the husks of the lychee nuts we bought from the farmer’s market on Sunday mornings. Thinking of how much the fruit inside smelled like violets on our sheets made me close my eyes. A tear fell from my lash line.

  Sawyer kissed it when it was halfway down my cheek. “What else are you hiding?” she asked.

  I opened my eyes and let her look at me. I did not squint to keep from her those rings around the brown of my irises. She stared into me like I was fire opal, and I knew she’d seen them, that deep blue that had first told my grandfather I was a girl for questions and words, all those words.

  “Did you think I didn’t know?” Sawyer asked.

  She put her hands on my waist and kissed me, quickly but gently, like she was pinning me down. She wanted me, still touched me like I was as soft as wet roses, even with all those secret pages. I was a butterfly over the waters of my grandmother’s homeland, and Sawyer was an ocean I could move with the flicker of my eyelashes, as easily as if they were wings.

  My hand found that band of bare skin between her shirt and her jeans. My fingers brushed the knobs of her spine. The soft whistle of her breath in through her teeth gave me permission to pull her shirt away from the warmth of her back, and then her body was as open as the Ireland of those poets. Her tongue, her breasts, her thighs were salt-rose and topaz on my lips. She had irises as green as those cloud forest hummingbirds, and the black in the center of each opened and spread when she slid her hand up my skirt.

  She reached between my thighs like I was her rose and she was that boy who loved me like a sky’s worth of stars. She touched me like I was all petals, her fingers looking for the tight bud at the center.

  She was all those words. Todas aquellas palabras. And I could tell her all of it, everything, as soon as I caught my breath.

  GOOD GIRLS GONE BAD

  Larkin Rose

  Good girls did not fall in love with bad girls.

  Lacy stepped back until she bumped against the wall. A picture frame rattled in protest. Liquid fire stroked her inner thighs as her pussy clenched in anticipation.

  Samantha stared down at her with sea-green eyes, her short brown hair lying in sexy waves against her forehead. She licked her lips as she grabbed Lacy’s hands and locked them above her head.

  “I’m going to fuck you until someone calls the cops to silence your screams.” She dipped and sucked at Lacy’s bottom lip.

  Lacy let loose a rushed gasp, arching into Sam. The woman truly knew how to make her yield to her every command. How could she allow Sam to turn her into a boneless rag doll with just a mere touch? With hot, spicy words? Wasn’t she supposed to be leaving? How did Sam stop her every time, right when she was ready to slip past the door?

  When Sam slid a hand between her legs, she cried out. Goose bumps pebbled against her skin. Within minutes, she’d be coming, and screaming.

  “I want you burning alive. I want your pussy to throb when you think of me. I want you to shudder every time my image crosses your mind.” Sam squeezed her crotch, fanning the already blazing embers into a roaring fire. She dug her fingers harder. “When you walk out those doors, I want you to remember just what you left behind.”

  Lacy ground her hips toward the hand sparking heat between her legs. Dammit, where was her self-control? Where had Sam tossed it this time? “Please, Sam. You know I have to...”

  Sam pushed her fingers deeper, choking off her words, pressing the fabric of her panties and jeans harder against the wet flesh of her pussy. Spears of pleasured pain streaked through her gut, making her nipples pebble against her lace bra. Her eyelids fluttered shut with the onslaught of lust pouring over her.

  “Promise me you’ll remember my touch, the way I make you feel when we make love, and every breathtaking kiss. Especially this, the way I set you on fire. I wish you could see you the way I see you. Your lips parted, your ragged breaths, your eyes full of lust and your skin pink from my lips. You’d never want yourself to leave, either.”

  She pulled her hand away, leaving Lacy cold, empty and out of her mind with need. Out of all of her lovers, no one had ever managed to drag such intensity from her, leave her limp.

  With a groan, she peeled her eyes open to stare at Sam. Damn, she had to be the most gorgeous woman in the world. Her chiseled jaw curved down to a pointed chin. When she smiled, the cutest dimples appeared on each corner of her mouth. The love she saw staring back at her made her want to crumple to the carpet and weep like a child. Hadn’t she always wanted that kind of love? The kind you never had to question? She had only to look at Sam to see the want, the need, the genuine love nestled in the depths of those eyes.

  “I could never forget you.”

  “Promise?”

  “Sam, I have to…”

  “Shut up! Take off those jeans before I’m forced to spank you.”

  Lacy’s insides quivered at the prospect of being slung over Sam’s lap. Without a second’s hesitation, she tugged the clasp free of her low-cut Levi’s. She wiggled the denim down her hips and kicked them off. Her pale pink lace thong followed.

  “What a pretty pussy you have. Now, unbutton that cute little halter.”

  “No. You do it.”

  Sam backed up, crossed her arms and smiled. That sarcastic grin made cream rush to the opening of Lacy’s pussy. She was a wimp. That’s all there was to it. Why couldn’t she just walk out that door and ignore Sam’s delays?

  She huffed and fumbled with the three buttons of her shirt, opening the material for the hungry eyes devouring her. Sam knew she was putty in her hands when Lacy was horny, and wet, and being stared down like a lion’s prey.

  Teasingly, she dipped her finger inside the lace and lifted her breast out. She pinched her nipple and rolled it between her fingers. Tingles shot straight to her pussy. She rolled her hips, searching for satisfaction.

  Sam moved forward and reached for the other breast, circling her thumb against the material, teasing her nipple into a hard bud before she tugged the lace down to expose her.

  “You have the most delicious tits I’ve ever seen. Playboy should be throwing contracts your way for just a peek at this body.”

  Lacy rolled her tongue along the seam of her lips. “Want to taste them?”

  A smile crawled along Sam’s mouth as with slow, delicate movements she licked the jeweled tip, gently pulling the edge between her lips. She swirled her tongue against it and made Lacy mew like a kitten.

  Lacy fisted her hands against the rush of heat and panted, “God, you drive me crazy.”

  Sam loosened her grip and knelt to the floor. “Spread your legs and touch yourself.”

  Lacy stared down at her, inching her hand over her chest and stomach to slowly slip a single finger between her wet
lips.

  “Flick your clit. I want to watch you come.”

  Lacy couldn’t help but smile. What a deliciously nasty woman Sam was. The kink she’d introduced Lacy to left her weak-kneed and saturated with pleasure. No other lover could compare to what she’d found in Sam. She knew without a doubt she’d never find anyone else close to what she had right here in front of her.

  She shoved the thoughts from her mind and did as she was told, spreading her lips and slowly circling the tip of her finger against her swollen tissue. Heat spread up her spine and she arched into her hand.

  “Please, Sam, finish me. I have to…”

  Sam leaned forward and swatted her hand out of the way. “It’s not time for you to go, baby. I’m not ready to part with you.”

  Delicately, with a pace that sparked electricity down Lacy’s legs, Sam thumbed her lips apart and swiped her tongue along her clit.

  Lightning flashed behind Lacy’s eyelids.

  She cried out and wove her fingers into Sam’s hair, pulling her face closer. “Fuck me. Oh god, Sam, fuck me!”

  Sam slipped a finger inside, stroked several glorious times, and then added another, stretching against her slick walls. When she added yet another, Lacy sucked in a deep breath through clenched teeth and ground her hips first against Sam’s face, then against the wall, rounding back to that torturous tongue.

  Her heart swelled at the same time her orgasm climbed. This woman, this skilled lover, was more than she’d ever asked for, was never the person she was destined to find.

  Good girls did not fall in love with bad girls. Lacy wasn’t a good girl. She’d been a bad girl all her life, inside and out. The officers at the county jail had been on a first-name basis with her parents during her rowdy teenage years. Stealing from department stores, doing more than her share of drugs and using vehicles as her means of relieving stress by smashing windshields and headlights. Being rowdy was her style, was her forte.

  The players from the football team, as well as a few naughty cheerleaders, still gave her winks if she passed them on the streets. She’d gone through them like candy, never finding a single one to simmer the coiling need inside her.

  Though those days were many years behind her now, the reputation she’d gained for herself still surrounded her, still in the eyes of the older generation, the ones who remembered her wild-child life. They watched her as if she might beat up their firstborn children, or worse, fuck them. Her life had changed, though that need to be bad had plagued her throughout the years. Then she’d met a good girl. Sam. A girl who loved her family, who worshipped her friends, who wouldn’t dream of raising her fist to a living soul or fucking someone just because they were there for the taking. And here Lacy was, in Sam’s grasp yet again, out of her mind with need, unable to get away.

  Sam…the good girl in love with Lacy, the bad girl. Sometimes, the thought was too much to handle. Who would have ever thought good girls could be so bad, or fuck so good?

  Sam latched onto her clit and sucked it, stroking her fingers deep and hard inside her pussy. Lacy fisted her hands into the silky strands and tugged, pressing her head against the wall behind her. “Make me come, baby. I’m on fire.”

  When the pressure against her clit ceased, she stared down at Sam. Sam withdrew her fingers and stood, leaning into Lacy. She smelled her own arousal against Sam’s lips as they crushed against her mouth, tongue delving inside, mating with her own.

  Sam pulled free, raking her teeth against Lacy’s bottom lip, desire dancing in her eyes. “Turn around, baby, and bend over.”

  “Sam. Please. I have…”

  Sam put a finger against Lacy’s lips and whispered, “Shh. No, you don’t. Just a few more minutes, baby.” She grinned and grabbed Lacy’s hips, spinning her around to face the wall. “Open yourself for me.”

  Lacy spread her legs and bent over, pressing her hands and cheek against the wall. When fingers probed at the slit of her pussy, she sighed, anticipation making her insides throb like a dull heartbeat. Sam’s fingers entered her, sliding into her slick depths easily, stroking out to the edge only to drive in to the hilt again, and again, and dear god, again.

  Lacy lost herself in the fire scorching her from the inside out. Fire. Glorious fucking painful fire.

  Sam’s free hand circled around her stomach, down between her legs. She parted Lacy’s lips and worked her clit with the tip of her finger.

  “Fuck me, baby. Oh, god, I’m begging you.”

  Sam obliged, pressing her hips against the back of her hand, forcing those fingers in and out of her. Lacy’s face jolted against the wall with every thrust, Sam’s hips smacking against her flesh like hand slaps. She dug her nails into the wall, grinding her teeth at the pleasure, her building orgasm ready to rob her of coherent thought.

  The thrusts slowed and then stopped. Sam withdrew her fingers, then dragged them along the crack of her ass, moistening her anus. Lacy moaned and shifted her legs further apart. She should feel like a wanton hussy, ready and willing to be filled completely, but she couldn’t. The orgasms were too phenomenal, and Sam was too damn good at it, never causing undue pain, only bringing out-of-this-world pleasure. Sam held the reins, making Lacy helpless, stripping her of control. She was at Sam’s mercy, and worse, Sam knew it.

  At the same time Sam’s fingers filled Lacy’s pussy again, her thumb pressed against her asshole. Lacy held her breath in anticipation of the heated sting of entrance. Instead, Sam teased her, pressing in then releasing, repeating the process until Lacy sobbed and pleaded, crying out her name in harsh breaths. Lacy arched her back and lifted her hips, begging with her movements to be fucked.

  Sam lay across her back and pressed her mouth to her ear. “I love you, Lacy.”

  Lacy lifted her cheek away from the wall and looked over her shoulder, heart swelling to its max. God, how she loved this bad good girl.

  Sam straightened and shoved her thumb inside.

  Lacy whipped her head back and screamed, raking her nails against the blue paint. Thrust after thrust, Sam buried herself inside, slamming her body against Lacy’s ass, all the while circling and pinching Lacy’s clit into a tight ball. Stroking fire in Lacy’s gut.

  “Please, don’t go, Lacy. Stay with me. I don’t think I can live without you.”

  With her face bumping against the plaster, with her insides cramping into a tight knot, her orgasm teetered on the edge.

  “Sam, I …”

  She didn’t think those thrusts could get any deeper, but they did. They did.

  “Sam!”

  Sam slammed against her ass, wedging her fingers deeper inside her everywhere. The pleasure coiled tighter, stealing her sanity. The burning in her core sizzled to unbearable temperatures.

  “Oh god, I’m gonna come, baby. Don’t stop!” Lacy used the wall for leverage, meeting Sam’s thrusts with a backward shove, making her fingers plunge inside her slippery walls.

  “Come for me, baby. Scream my name. Let everyone know who you belong to.”

  Her orgasm catapulted over the edge. She screamed and moaned, words fracturing as pulse after pulse gripped her insides. Sam flattened her hand against her crotch, vibrating against her clit and burying her fingers until they could reach no further.

  “God, I love feeling you come around my fingers. You’re like the Energizer Bunny. You keep going and going and going.” Sam kissed her shoulder, her harsh breaths feathering against Lacy’s skin. “I’m so damn addicted to you. I think I need counseling.”

  Lacy snickered through gasps, her knees finally giving way. She slumped against the wall, her legs still parted.

  Sam started pumping her fingers in and out again, a little trick she’d learned through their nights of sex play, and then started rubbing her clit again, slowly building up speed. As always, another orgasm raced to the edge.

  Sam whispered, “I’m addicted to your orgasms, enthralled with your helpless cries. Come, baby, come.”

  “Oh, god, Sam!” Lacy ground h
er teeth as a second orgasm racked through her body. She cleaved to Sam, loving the feel of those protective arms holding her upright. Sam’s heart fluttered against her back, her breaths hot against Lacy’s neck.

  “I agree,” Lacy gasped, “you need therapy.”

  Light kisses trailed across her shoulders and Lacy finally regained some strength. She reached behind her, fingers searching between Sam’s legs. Sam unclasped her jeans and pushed them down to her thighs. She grabbed Lacy’s hand and pressed it against her crotch.

  “Do you feel that? That wet heat? That’s what you do to me.” She pushed Lacy’s fingers inside her slippery pussy and let out a moan. “You make me so fucking horny. All the time. Day and night. There’s not a psychologist alive who could prevent me from reacting to you.”

  Lacy flicked Sam’s clit with her thumb while she stroked her fingers in and out. “It’s my hot animal magnetism, that’s all. There’s no cure for that. Sorry.”

  Sam ground her hips, clutching Lacy to her. “I fucking love you, Lacy. I don’t care what you were or what you did before me. I’m terrified of what I might be without you.”

  Sam’s insides pulsed, and she moaned against Lacy’s back. With a loud groan, she nipped the delicate skin at the nape of Lacy’s neck. Lacy’s heart swelled as Sam held on to her like a life preserver, clamping her arms around her like she’d never get another chance. Sam pumped her hips to match the pulses of her orgasm, and when the tremors subsided, both women slid to the floor.

  Lacy stroked Sam’s hair back from her forehead and pressed her lips against her damp skin. “I have to go, Sam. You know that.”

  Sighing, Sam stood and clasped her pants. “I know. And you wonder why I want to fuck you all the time. The only time I have control over you is when you’re breathless and coming all over the place. You’re too damn independent. Too wild. I can’t tame that damn tiger any other time.”