Disobedience

Chapter 9: Urgency

The pale moonlight spilled through the woods as the dim light of the lantern ahead of her illuminated the way for Opal to navigate the woods. Their shadows played against the various trees and rocks as they made their trek through the mountainous terrain. She made sure to maintain a safe distance from Kuvira, who was a few strides ahead of her as they held their wood bundles tight in their arms. Every so often, Kuvira would stop to grab another piece of kindling, halting Opal in her place, her anxiety increasing the longer she was alone with the teasing woman.

She didn't understand why Kuvira had such an intoxicating effect on her. She had never felt this uncomfortable around her until she made the mistake of admiring the woman's captivating frame. 'Her broad shoulders, her chiseled jawline, the delicious beauty mark under her eye that would adjust with every grin-'

"You doing alright back there?" Kuvira murmured, glancing over her shoulder with her signature provoking look. "Yeah, just making sure I don't trip back here." Opal said softly as she squeezed the branches in her arms, trying to hide her discomfort. "You can come up here with me you know. I don't bite...unless you ask." Kuvira quipped, hoping to get a rise out of the nervous woman.

"Wh-why do you do that?" Opal couldn't hide the fluster in her voice as Kuvira stopped and turned to face the blushing woman, taking a step forward to illuminate her prize. "Do what exactly?" She couldn't help but ask a question she was hoping would lead to a more physical answer. "That." Opal tried to find resolve in her voice, however pathetic she thought she sounded at the reply. "You'll have to be more specific." Kuvira kept her eyes narrow as a small grin formed on the corner of her mouth.

"You know what I'm talking about. It's not funny." Opal looked away, the hairs on the back of her neck raising as the woman's gaze felt like lava against her skin. She gently leaned her shoulder onto a nearby tree, hoping the cold, knobby trunk would give her unsteady legs some stability. "Who said I was joking?" Kuvira said coolly, slowly minimizing the gap between them, forcing Opal to step back until her body was firmly pressed against the oak.

Kuvira crept towards the woman until she could see their hot breaths from the frigid air coalesce into each other. She slowly maneuvered her bundle under her arm holding the lantern, resting her palm against the bark next to Opal's head until their noses just barely touched. Opal felt her chest constrict, her breath caught in her throat as Kuvira's eyes cut into her soul like a hot knife.

She felt like she was about to burst into flames, her cheeks smoldering as the taller woman cocked her head and leaned forward to nuzzle close to her ear. "Tell me, what do you want?" Kuvira whispered seductively into her ear, the sensation of her hot breath tickling her neck causing Opal's body to shiver with arousal. The feeling of her soft lobe, being teased and sucked by an even softer, sweeter tongue almost made her heart explode. Opal let an audible moan escape from her parted lips as Kuvira dragged her tongue down her sensitive nape. Pleased by the delicious sound, Kuvira slowly pushed her thigh forward, opening Opal's trembling thighs as she grinded against her now pulsating mound. Without a thought, Opal lost her grip on her bundle and lunged her hands forward, tugging the sides of Kuvira's shirt towards her as the friction between her legs was too electrifying to handle.

Opal threw her head forward on instinct until her forehead was firmly buried into the soft yet firm nook of Kuvira's breasts. Opal could feel the vibrations of Kuvira's sigh of gratification against her forehead as she moved her hand from the tree and placed it under Opal's chin, guiding it upwards until their eyes met again. Lust filled eyes, blackened like coal stared down at her, her rough thumb gently brushing across her bottom lip, sliding across her teeth.

She knew it was a losing battle the moment she agreed to be alone with the woman, her mind telling her no but her body screaming to give in. Kuvira slowly pushed through her parted lips, stroking her wet tongue with her calloused pad as Opal wrapped her lips around the strong digit, her eyes filled with need. Kuvira's thumb slowly retracted from the woman's mouth before placing the glistening digit into her own, sucking the sweet saliva off her skin.