Taste of Grief (Just One Bite #3) Read Online Free PDF

conversational tone. Only someone who knew her well, as Diandra
did, would hear the low thread of desire in that tone.
    Diandra lay still, using her other senses to examine her
environment. She inhaled deeply, breathing in the musky, comforting scent of
sandalwood and the low hints of Lizbeth's soap. She felt the comforter below
her body, and the shifting of the mattress as Lizbeth moved closer to the foot
of the bed. She froze, barely breathing as she waited for whatever was to come
next.
    She felt Lizbeth's tongue, just the thinnest trail of it, as
she licked her way up the inside of Diandra's thighs, careful not to move any
higher, prolonging the anticipation of the moment. She struggled against the
ties- her body on fire with the need moving in her, praying Lizzie would make
contact with that throbbing pearl and ease the ache building inside. Her heart,
normally barely beating at all, pounded with the rhythm of a mortal's own
heartbeat. A flush spread from her toes all the way to the top of her head, a
glowing testament to the desire she was feeling.
    Lizbeth ignored her movements and licked her way up
Diandra's hip, leaving that heavy, throbbing place untouched as she moved to
lick one large pink nipple. She sucked it into her mouth, rolling it around her
tongue like a piece of candy, drawing a long moan from her lover. Her other
hand rose up, caressing and stroking the golden globe on the other side,
teasing the nipple to an aching point.
    Diandra moaned and writhed, her hips lifting and lowering as
though moving with an unseen lover, her body aching with a desperate need for
release. Lizbeth shifted her mouth to the other nipple, and used one hand to
trail lightly down her lover's trim body to tickle at Dia's clit. She kept the
touch light, teasing, never letting Diandra find fulfillment from the motion.
Dia cried out, a primal sound of frustration and want. Lizzie sucked harder at
that pink peak and the next time Diandra's hips rose, she plunged two fingers
into the wet heat between those tanned legs. The muscles clenched tight around
her fingers, released, and clenched tight again. Diandra screamed, her orgasm
riding her, soaking her lover's hand and making her breath come out in shaky
gasps.
    "Please," Diandra begged. "Please."
    Lizbeth's voice came hoarse with desire. "Please,
what?"
    "Please, whatever you have planned… don't stop,"
Diandra managed between gasps.
    Lizbeth let out a laugh, a sexy sound full of promise.
"Oh, I didn't intend to stop. We're not done. Not by a long shot,
love." She reached forward and readjusted Diandra's blindfold to make sure
it still covered her eyes before leaning in to kiss the tip of her nose. Moving
slightly lower, she nipped gently at Diandra's bottom lip and then soothed it
with the tip of her tongue. Dia strained up, trying to press her mouth to
Lizbeth's, but was unable to reach as she backed away.
    Dia settled herself on the bed once more, a groan of
frustration coming from her slightly parted lips. She loved the game and hated
it all at once. Since Lizbeth had come into her life, she'd become more
aggressive in the bedroom, shedding the timidity she'd shown previously and
trying for a more dominant role. Now she was tied down, the submissive in the
situation. It was both tantalizing and exasperating, but above all, it was
exciting.
    Lizbeth licked her way down Diandra's body, tongue flat, and
pressed it firmly to that lightly dewed skin. Dia squealed, twitching her hips
again as that tongue found her wet center and slid home. Lizzie made sure to
keep her tongue firm as she slid it in and out. Each time she pulled back, she
flicked the tip over that sensitive bud of flesh. A few repetitions and Diandra
was screaming her name, fighting to free herself. Lizbeth merely dug her
fingers into those firm thighs and brought her again…. And again…. And then again.
    Finally Diandra begged. "Enough, I can't go again.
Enough." Lizbeth laughed but removed the ties holding her down.