Free Flesh & Blood by John Argus Page B

little conviction, reeling with excitement at the prospect of what Sara appeared to be offering, yet at the same time confused and wary about why she was behaving in such a way. ‘What’s got into you?’ she asked, trying but failing to hide her interest.
    Sara rolled her hips seductively and her tongue slid suggestively across her lower lip. ‘What got into me?’ she said, with a throaty chuckle. ‘A lot got into me.’ She reached to her right hip and undid the catch of her skirt, then slid the zip down and let the skirt slide down around her ankles.
    ‘Sara,’ Leah said anxiously, ‘put your clothes on.’
    ‘But I don’t want to,’ Sara said. ‘I want to feel your body against me.’ She stepped free of the discarded skirt and moved closer, Leah edging back warily.
    ‘You know you want me,’ Sara breathed, her eyes strangely haunted.
    ‘No,’ Leah denied, ‘I… I don’t.’
    Sara reached out for her and Leah caught her wrists to block the touch, but the Asian girl immediately drew her arms back, pulling Leah’s hands with them, which she swiftly caught and twisted, and before she realized it Leah found her fingers firmly cupping Sara’s warm breasts, and a shudder ran through her body. She felt a wild thrill of excitement in the pit of her tummy but desperately fought against it and shrank back, falling across the sofa. Sara was instantly upon her, straddling her body, her hands cupping Leah’s head, her body swooping down as she pressed her lips firmly against Leah’s, her tongue thrusting between them. Leah grasped the girl’s shoulders, but instead of pushing her away she squeezed them, then stroked, and despite her shock at the unexpected attack her tongue began to respond, to push back against Sara’s as her body awoke with sexual electricity. She caressed the girl’s smooth back, and melted into the long kiss with passion.
    Instinctively Leah’s hands slid down onto the girl’s rounded bottom, kneading her buttocks, pulling her hips to hers. Sara cupped Leah’s breasts, squeezing them through the thin sweater, then gently tugging it out of her trousers and pulling it up. She folded down her bra and cupped her breasts, squeezing them avidly, and then one delicate hand crept down Leah’s belly and managed to edge beneath the waistband of her trousers, into her panties.
    She complained weakly as Sara’s fingers found her sex and teased her clitoris.
    With her free hand Sara managed to remove Leah’s jacket, lift her sweater up over her head and drop it to the floor, then unclasping the bra she lowered her mouth and suckled her sighing colleague’s nipples. Then her free hand lowered and undid Leah’s trousers. She slid back to kneel on the floor between Leah’s feet, pulling the trousers with her, removing them from Leah’s long legs and discarding them on the floor beside her. Then she leant forward between Leah’s legs, gripping her thighs strongly, forcing them back and further apart as she mouthed her sex through her black thong, her tongue lapping across the silk.
    ‘S-Sara,’ Leah gasped, but the Asian girl ignored her, removing the thong and squeezing her face tight between her thighs again. Leah was overwhelmed with longing as she felt the girl’s delicate mouth against her sex, as silken hair caressed her thighs.
    Then Sara unexpectedly drew back, leaving Leah feeling cold and empty. Sara stood and went to the small desk just behind her, lifting a pair of handcuffs from one draw and turning, breathless, her eyes wild. ‘Put these on me,’ she demanded, her voice husky. She passed them to Leah, then turned and crossed her wrists together behind her back.
    This was madness, Leah thought dreamily. They were supposed to be working, investigating a very serious case. But at that moment she didn’t care. She rose to her feet, took the handcuffs, appreciating the feel of the smooth metal like she never had before, then gripped one of the Asian girl’s slender wrists and