Primal Touch

by Amber Jacobs

  Ashley blushed. “You want me to tell you about my fantasies?”

  “Uh huh.” Leandra’s lips curled into a slinky smile. “Tell me yours, and I’ll tell you mine.”

  Ashley hesitated, still fully caught up in the moment, but uncertain. No one had ever asked her about these things before, and she’d never had much desire to share those types of fantasies with anyone before. But Leandra wasn’t like any lover she’d ever experienced. She gave her a slight smile. “Well, some of my fantasies you’ve already fulfilled.”

  “Oh? Like what?”

  “Like the shower.” Ashley’s voice was low and shy, but her eyes radiated heat like glowing embers. “And maybe the waterfall, too.”

  “Are there any other things you’d like to try?” Leandra asked in a smoky tone. “Anything you’d like me to do, or that you’d like to do to me?”

  Ashley felt her cheeks glow hotter, and Leandra grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Tell me.”

  “Well, it’s not really a fantasy, as such, it’s just something I think about sometimes.”

  “I’ll do anything you ask, Ashley. Anything.”

  Ashley saw a whole world of erotic possibilities open up with that word. She leaned close to Leandra’s neck and whispered, “Would you growl for me?”

  Both of Leandra’s eyebrows shot up. “What?”

  Ashley hesitated. “You know, that growly, rumbly noise you make. The one that vibrates through your chest.” Her hands traced the undersides of Leandra’s breasts, feeling her ribcage expand and contract as she breathed.

  “You want to hear me growl?”

  Ashley’s blush intensified at the amused curiosity in Leandra’s tone. “Forget it. It’s silly, I know, but I just—ulp!” Ashley almost bit her tongue in surprise as Leandra twisted beneath her and easily rolled on top of her. In a second, Ashley found herself pressed hard into the soft mattress by Leandra’s powerful frame. She tensed reflexively, but relaxed when a low, rumbling growl rolled over her senses, the vibrations sending shock waves to her core. The sound was the very essence of Leandra’s animal side: primal, carnal, and deeply arousing.

  Leandra dipped her face down and nuzzled at her neck. “That turns you on, doesn’t it?”

  Ashley struggled for breath, unable to fight her body’s reaction. She nodded, exhilarated by the sound Leandra made and the predatory gleam in her crystalline eyes. “It’s silly, isn’t it?”

  “Not if you like it.” The growl continued deep in Leandra’s throat even while she spoke. Hot lips pressed against Ashley’s neck, and she laughed and squirmed when she felt teeth nip gently at her skin. Leandra tugged at the hem of her shirt, pulling it up her body, and Ashley moved to accommodate her. Leandra quickly divested her of shirt and bra, then gripped her wrists lightly and spread her arms wide. “This is going to take a long time,” she purred. “I want you to keep your arms exactly where they are. Can you do that?”

  Ashley whimpered slightly as she felt the heat of Leandra’s right thigh press against her highly sensitized center, but she managed a quick nod.

  “If you touch me, I’ll stop,” Leandra warned softly. “Are you sure you can behave yourself, or should I tie your hands to the bedposts?”

  “Oh, God.” Ashley squirmed, her arousal reaching an almost overwhelming level. The idea of being tied up, completely at her lover’s mercy, was extremely appealing at that moment, but Ashley sensed Leandra wanted her to do this with willpower alone, and decided to take the harder road. “I can behave,” she whispered.

  “Excellent.” Soft lips planted a trail of kisses down Ashley’s throat and between her breasts. “When I’m done, I promise you can do anything to me that you want. For now, let me show you how much I love you.”

  Leandra released Ashley’s wrists and began exploring her body, running feather-light touches down her arms, teasing her breasts until they ached for a firmer touch, then skirting downwards along her ribcage to her outer thighs. Leandra followed this path with her lips and tongue, seeking out the most sensitive regions of Ashley’s body and tormenting her with tantalizing caresses that stoked the embers of her passion to even greater heat.

  Ashley struggled against the urge to put her hands on Leandra’s head so she could guide her movements, grabbing for the bed sheets to resist the temptation. No lover had ever sparked her ardor the way Leandra did. There was never any awkward fumbling with Leandra, no need for directions or instructions. Her touch was confident and knowledgeable. She seemed to know every erogenous zone in the body she was tantalizing, including some Ashley hadn’t known existed. Ashley panted as Leandra’s mouth moved nearer to the center of her need, a fine sheen of sweat already glistening over her skin and making her glow in the candlelight.

  Settling between her eagerly spread thighs, Leandra paused a long moment to gaze at Ashley’s most intimate flesh, smiling a carnal, hungry smile. She dipped her head forward and swiped her tongue slowly up through her slick, satiny folds. Ashley bucked her hips, a needful squeak escaping her throat as she stared down into the watching eyes of her lover. Leandra used the tip of her tongue to trace the outer lips of Ashley’s sex, one hand pressing her into the sheets to hold her steady, the other tickling a path up her inner right leg.

  Ashley moaned and whimpered, her jaw clenched tight with the effort it took to control her need to touch Leandra. Pleasure rushed through her body, and she cried out in delight when she felt two fingers slowly penetrate her core. Her cry of pleasure became a growl of frustration when she found her lover’s grip on her waist prevented her from controlling the rhythm of their lovemaking, and she felt, more than heard, a deep chuckle.

  “Patience,” Leandra said softly, pausing in her efforts. “Just relax. I know what I’m doing.”

  Ashley struggled for breath, as she willed herself to give Leandra total control over her body. A moment later, she felt the silken sensation of her lover’s tongue against her clitoris, and the deliciously long fingers resumed their thrusting. Soon the first tingles of climax began to pulse through her blood, and Ashley bit her lip to keep from begging Leandra to go faster.

  Leandra must have heard the ragged edge in her breathing, because she paused for a long moment looking up at her as she teetered at the edge. Ashley panted, pleading with her eyes, every muscle in her body strained taut in desperate anticipation. Finally, she felt Leandra’s lips close around the glistening bundle of nerves that crowned her sex, and her back arched when Leandra began sucking and licking fervently. A spasm tightened her inner muscles around Leandra’s thrusting fingers, and she released an explosive cry of ecstasy as climax seized her senses.

  Squirming and writhing in unabashed bliss, Ashley maintained just enough presence of mind to keep her hands clasped together tightly above her head, and the struggle not to reach down and pull Leandra’s face more forcefully against her sensitized core only made her climax all the more delicious. When the electrifying spasms of ecstasy finally abated, Ashley felt Leandra plant a final wet kiss above her tingling clit as her fingers withdrew.

  Dazed and breathless, Ashley attempted to sit up to thank Leandra. But as soon as she began to move her arms, she found them instantly pinned back to the bed, and smoky sapphire eyes regarded her with hungry intent.

  “I don’t think so,” Leandra growled. “I’m a long way from being finished with you, my love. That was just a little something to take the edge off.”

  “But that—”

  Leandra pressed her glistening fingers against Ashley’s lips, and the scent of her own arousal filled her senses. “I want to hear you climax again,” Leandra whispered heatedly. “I want to feel you shudder and writhe from my touch. And I want to see how many times I can do that to you before your body can’t take any more.” She pressed Ashley’s hands back down against the mattress. “Are you sure you can control yourself?”

  Ashley was still dizzy from her first orgasm, a
nd that dizziness increased as she understood Leandra’s intentions. She nodded and lay back quietly on the bed, feeling the cool air against her sweat-slicked body. “I can take it.” She paused. “Not that I’m complaining or anything, but just how much more were you planning on giving me? I mean, you know…”

  Leandra was already working her way back down Ashley’s body, trailing her tongue languidly over her sweat-slicked skin. “Let’s just say I’m going to make sure it’s slow.” She gently bit Ashley’s right nipple. “Intense.” Her teeth moved on to the left nipple. “And utterly satisfying.”

  Ashley whimpered as she stared up at the ceiling, bracing herself for what she had no doubts would be an extremely thorough ravishing. She was about to become the most satiated woman in the western world.

  Chapter 6

  Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

  In the forests of the night,

  What immortal hand or eye

  Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

  —”The Tyger” by William Blake

  The sound of the front door opening and slamming shut with a distinctive, vigorous bang! heralded the return of Evelyn’s wayward daughter. Without looking up, she called out her standard reproach, “Can you try not to bring the house down when you come inside, please?”

  “Hey, Mom,” Casey greeted brightly. “Sorry. What’s for dinner?”

  “Tuna casserole.” Evelyn glanced up from her work at the kitchen bench, her eyes widening when she caught sight of her daughter. “Casey, could you at least wipe your feet before you come inside? And where are your shoes? Have you been running around out there barefoot?”

  “Yep. I was practicing some of the stuff Leandra showed me. She never wears shoes. She says you can move quieter without them.” Casey obediently went back and scuffed her bare feet on the welcome mat before she continued inside; Evelyn gave her an approving nod. “Is Dad home yet?” Casey asked.

  “No. He called a few minutes ago and said he’d be a half hour late.” Evelyn regarded her daughter curiously. “What sort of stuff did Leandra show you?”

  “How she moves fast, how she climbs trees and stuff. It’s pretty cool. We went out into the forest, and I’d take my eyes off her for a second, and POOF! She’d just disappear. And then I’d look around for her, and she’d be standing right behind me. I didn’t even hear her move. She’s really quick, too. And she can make all these really cool animal noises, and when she does, the birds and stuff all come around because they think she’s one of them. She even showed me how to do tiger noises. Listen.” Casey managed to make a fairly decent growling sound. “Pretty cool, huh?”

  Evelyn smiled indulgently. “I guess.” She started chopping herbs on a wooden board. “So, you like her?”

  “Yeah, she’s okay.”

  “Really?” Evelyn raised an eyebrow. Usually, any time Ashley introduced a new love interest, Evelyn would have to listen to an hour-long rant from Casey, listing every reason why the poor man wasn’t good enough. She was a little surprised that Leandra was different.

  Casey scowled. “She’s better than any of those guys Ash went out with. Bunch of stiffs and suits. At least Leandra’s got a sense of humor, and she doesn’t try to be the Big Man with Ash. They’re good together.”

  “And it doesn’t bother you that Ash is, you know, gay?”

  Casey snorted and rolled her eyes. “What do I care? If Ash likes girls, that’s cool. She could do a whole lot worse than Leandra. She’s pretty hot, what with those eyes and the cool braids and stuff.”

  Evelyn considered as she chopped, hearing the subtle admiration in Casey’s tone and knowing that her daughter had found a new idol in Leandra. What kind of influence would the jungle-woman be on her impressionable child? Casey was at a difficult age right now, and Evelyn had always been thankful for the role Ashley played in her life. Evelyn’s husband, Jason, often had to work long hours as a physician, and she’d had to raise the headstrong child Casey had developed into more or less on her own. It hadn’t been easy. Quick-witted, rebellious, and with a keen intellect that gave rise to an acid tongue, Casey was a source of constant worry for her parents. Fortunately, she had found a kindred spirit in her aunt, and Ashley’s influence had helped turn Casey away from dangerous paths she might have otherwise ventured onto. Now, it seemed, she had found another focus for her attention in Leandra, and Evelyn’s curiosity about her sister’s new partner gained a new perspective in light of how that partner might affect her daughter.

  “So, what’s she like? I only got to see her for a second before she took off. Is she nice?”

  “I wouldn’t exactly describe her as ‘nice,’” Casey said after a moment of thought. “She seemed a bit nervous while we were shopping, but I guess that’s natural. I mean, I can’t even begin to imagine what it’d be like to live with tigers for four whole years. It’s almost like she’s still half-animal. I could see her watching everything around us, as though we were going to be attacked at any moment. But she was okay when we were out in the forest. She really relaxed a lot.”

  “What did you talk about?”

  “Stuff. Mostly Ashley, I guess, and a bit about what it was like living in the jungle.” She paused. “I don’t think she likes talking about herself much. She just gave bits and pieces of information. But Ash said she used to be a poacher and a smuggler, and she told me not to ask too many questions about her life story.”

  Evelyn recognized the intense look in her daughter’s eyes; Casey had always had a love for all things mysterious and peculiar. If anything didn’t quite fit the mold, or left her curious for more details, she would immediately begin to employ a subtle sequence of interrogation techniques until she was satisfied she knew the whole story. It was a trait she had in common with her aunt, but unlike Ashley, Casey had an infinite amount of patience. She could pursue her quest for months if need be, gathering little pieces of information that she would put together until she knew the truth. Leandra was certainly enigmatic enough to garner her interest.

  “Well, you should respect her privacy,” Evelyn said firmly. “It might take Leandra a while to settle in, and I don’t want you doing anything to make it harder for her.”

  “She doesn’t mind me being around,” Casey defended. “I think she likes me. In fact, she offered to show me more stuff whenever I wanted, like, after school. If you said it was okay.”

  Finished chopping the herbs, Evelyn set the knife on the countertop and regarded her daughter with the kind of stern look only a mother can give. “What about your homework?”

  Casey rolled her eyes. “What about it? I’m doing okay.” Which was true; Casey maintained at least a B average, even though she shied away from any form of study and despite being something of an outcast at school. “Besides, the stuff Leandra’s teaching me is useful, too. She’s got real life experience. I could learn a lot from her.”

  Evelyn studied the innocent expression on her child’s face for a long moment, knowing full well that Casey was quite capable of lying if it suited her purposes. “If you fall behind in class,” she warned, “I’ll find out about it, sooner or later.”

  “I won’t.”

  “Have you asked Ashley if she minds? Maybe she wants some extra private time now she’s got Leandra around.”

  “She won’t mind. Besides, if they want to make with the lovey-dovey stuff, they can do it when I’m at school.”

  Evelyn frowned, considering ways her daughter might use whatever Leandra taught her to further her troublemaking. “We’ll talk to your father about it tonight,” she allowed.

  Casey’s face lit up. Clearly, she took this as a sign of imminent victory. “Thanks, Mom.”

  Evelyn picked up the knife and began to chop vegetables. “Just be sure your grades don’t slip, young lady, or I’ll slap a curfew on you so fast it’ll make your head spin.” The threat was somewhat hollow. Evelyn knew her daughter w
ould never respect a curfew if she didn’t feel like it, and if it came right down to it, she wasn’t sure how to enforce one. After nearly eighteen years as a mother, she was still somewhat uncertain how to handle her headstrong child.

  This time, however, Casey didn’t argue. She just nodded and gave Evelyn a quick peck on the cheek. “No need. You’ll see. Leandra’s cool.” She headed toward the stairs. “I’ll be in my room. Give me a yell when Dad gets home. I want to tell him about the stuff Leandra showed me.”

  “Okay, Case.”

  Evelyn watched her daughter race up the stairs, noticing the look of fierce concentration she wore as she tried to move silently. She shook her head ruefully and returned to the preparations for dinner, shuddering a little at the thought of Casey adding stealth tactics, hunting, and other jungle survival skills to her repertoire of chaos.

  Leaving her lover passed out on the bed after her marathon ravishing, Leandra padded silently downstairs in search of something to feed Ashley when she awoke. Investigating the cupboards, she found them neatly stocked with various foodstuffs, including pasta, cans of fruit, and an array of condiments she’d not tasted in many years. Leandra frowned as she considered her choices. She couldn’t actually cook anything herself, so she decided to check the refrigerator for something simpler. Her eyes immediately locked onto a brown and purple package on the top shelf, and Leandra reached in and pulled out the block of milk chocolate.

  “Perfect.”

  When she returned to the bedroom, her lips curved into a sensuous smile as she detected the strong musk of her lover’s scent lingering in the room. Setting the chocolate down on the bedside table, Leandra crawled slowly back into bed and took a moment to gaze lovingly at her nearly comatose lover. Ashley’s face was peaceful, if slightly flushed, and her hair fanned out around her in messy tangles. Her lithe body glowed in the low light of the candles that still burned away the darkness, every muscle highlighted under a light sheen of sweat. Gently, Leandra reached out and ran her fingers over the elfin features, smiling when Ashley’s eyelids twitched, then parted.