Chapter Sixteen
“You snore,” said Samantha softly when she turned onto her side to face Angel and tapped her gently on the nose. “But not like a vigorous man snore, the kind that sounds like a train. Rather, it’s a cute and delicate snore like a kettle whistling.”
Angel feigned a gasp. “I do not snore. No one’s ever told me that I snore.”
“Well then, they weren’t being honest with you, and I pride myself on being one hundred and ten percent honest.”
Samantha quite desperately wanted to ask Angel about all her ex-girlfriends; how many she’s had and how serious they were and when last she had been in a relationship.
But instead, she kept the questions to herself.
That conversation was better saved for another time, when things got serious, if they ever reached that point.
Shaking her head, Angel maneuvered herself swiftly sideways until she was lying right on top of Samantha.
Her body was flat against hers and her weight was taken through her elbows.
Samantha couldn’t imagine anything better than having a beautiful woman lying on top of her.
Embracing the warmth coming off Angel’s body, Samantha rested her palms flat on Angel’s back.
She apologized when Angel winced at her cold touch, and then ran the tips of her fingers up and down along Angel’s spine.
“How did you sleep?” asked Samantha, remembering their conversation last night.
It was obvious Angel was deeply burdened by Abigail’s death when it hadn’t been her fault at all.
She was sure there were some profound words of assurance she could’ve given her to help her through it, but instead, Samantha had kept silent, listening intently, while giving Angel a safe place to share.
It was in the early hours of the morning that the two of them had finally crept into Angel’s bed, exhausted.
“Better. No nightmares, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Wonderful,” smiled Samantha as she studied Angel’s mouth and the tiniest of freckles that sat almost unseen at the bow of her lips. She would’ve touched a finger to it if her hands weren’t so preoccupied at the moment. “I think it must be the almonds. I’ll have to get some more for you today.”
Angel chuckled and buried her face in Samantha’s neck briefly, kissing her at the nape of her neck before she lifted her head back up again. “I don’t think it’s the almonds.”
“Not the almonds,” she gasped. “I don’t believe you. My grandmother swears almonds are the cure for nightmares.”
Something unrecognizable flickered across Angel’s features and brightened her eyes. “Maybe there’s another reason.”
“Yeah? And what other reason could there possibly be?”
“You,” whispered Angel. Her eyes locked so tightly onto Samantha that even if she wanted to blink, she wouldn’t be able to. Not that Angel even wanted to blink. Even a split-second blink meant she’d miss a moment of seeing Samantha.
“Me?”
The answer was surprising. That was a first. Once, Veronica had actually blamed Samantha for her nightmares.
One night, after rather effortful, mediocre sex, Veronica had said that seeing Samantha’s red hair right before bed gave her dreams about the house catching on fire.
Samantha should’ve known then that the relationship was doomed to fail.
Angel nodded sheepishly. “This might be a little too forward to say, but when I’m with you, it’s like I can think more clearly. It’s like you somehow wash all the clutter in my mind away. You give me a sort of clarity I can’t get anywhere else.”
There was a sudden gooey warmth spreading over Samantha’s belly and chest and arms and legs.
The feeling was so wonderful it reminded her of something.
A feeling strong enough that people have fought over it and have died for it.
But she didn’t want to say the word or even think it in her head in case it jinxed everything.
Angel’s eyes suddenly widened, and her body tensed up. “Shit! I can’t believe I just said that.” She shifted her weight sideways as if she wanted nothing more than to get away from Samantha and flee the bedroom. “Forget about it, alright? I’m so embarrassed.”
“Don’t be embarrassed.” Samantha tightened her grip around Angel’s waist and held her in place. “I think it’s the best compliment someone’s ever given me.”
“Really?”
“You have no idea how much good you’ve actually given me since you saved my life.”
Angel raised both eyebrows to the ceiling. Her green eyes were suddenly bright again, like an olive in the sun. “Well, I can think of something else I can give you.”
Before Samantha could utter a word, could ask what Angel meant by that, the firefighter shuffled down and disappeared beneath the covers.
Teeth were suddenly grazing Samantha’s thighs, and a very lovely, very delectable warmth touched the gusset of her panties—Angel’s lips possibly pressing against the material. Nothing else could feel that good.
Moaning loudly, Samantha reached for the sheets, gripping them tightly in her fists while Angel slipped the panties off and proceeded to kiss her right inner thigh, working her way up.
When her lips pressed down at the center of Samantha’s sex, she reflexively pushed herself against Angel’s face.
It was almost instinctive, as if her body knew exactly what Angel was about to do and it couldn’t help reacting.
Loosening her grip on the bedding, Samantha lifted the sheet to see a smiling Angel.
She expected Angel to scold her for interrupting or tell her to lie back down again, but instead, Angel crawled back up, and used her hands to push up the pajama top that was still covering Samantha’s breasts… until it wasn’t.
“You really have the most amazing boobs,” breathed Angel as she kissed just below the curve of her breasts and then again at the center of her chest and thereafter, right below her collarbone.
“I’ve always thought they were a bit small.”
“They’re perfect,” whispered Angel as she worked her mouth down until she took a nipple in her mouth.
The sensation of her tongue was so glorious, it sent chills down Samantha’s body, and when she broke out in goosebumps, she nearly wanted to apologize.
But it didn’t warrant an apology. Just the opposite, actually.
Samantha’s body was saying, ‘Your touch is so fucking good. I can’t help but show you. ’
While Angel’s mouth was still wrapped around Samantha’s nipple, her teeth biting and nipping, her hand moved down beneath the covers to where Samantha was lying naked.
If she hadn’t been so hypnotized at that very moment, Samantha would’ve done something, anything to please Angel. But it was as though Angel had put some spell on her, leaving her completely frozen and helpless. All she could do was enjoy the experience.
Angel’s fingers reached down and first nudged Samantha’s thighs apart, urging them wider.
When she was satisfied, Angel bit down hard on Samantha’s nipple and ran two fingers up and down her core and then inside.
The feeling was so sensational, Samantha gasped and pressed her head back into the pillow.
It was like a tunnel with two car lanes.
There was pleasure coming from both sides, moving through one and out the other and then back again.
Not only was she experiencing a very delicious tender sort of electrical charge as Angel sucked her nipple, but also a frenzied sort of heat coming from between her legs.
It was understandable, expected, especially since Angel had expertly found her clit and was rubbing her thumb in circles against it while simultaneously pulsing two fingers in and out until Samantha was riding a wave bigger than any of the waves found at Huntington Beach.
“That is… that is fucking amazing,” groaned Samantha. Her head was pushed back into the pillow, and the rest of her was pushing against Angel.
The circles became harder and faster, and two fingers were quickly swapped for three. Samantha was breathing heavily now, her hands were dug so hard into the duvet, her knuckles turned white, and her hips jerked against Angel as Angel’s fingers plunged in deeper and faster.
That familiar and very welcoming sensation of her climax came fast and hard as Angel thrust her fingers inside again. At the same time she swallowed Samantha’s moans with a kiss.
It was a deep, satisfying kiss that tasted sweet like tea.
Angel was the first to retract. She slid her fingers out from Samantha’s core and brought it to her mouth. “Your body goes so still when you cum,” said Angel with a smile. “It’s like you become completely paralyzed when you finish.”
“It feels like that.”
Angel chuckled and shifted her weight until she was lying beside Samantha, her palm cupping her breast. “I don’t know if it’s a compliment or not—”
“A compliment,” interrupted Samantha with a nod. “Definitely a compliment.”
Samantha had a deep bucket of compliments for Angel. She hoped to keep the bucket close by her side and now and then she could reach down and grab a compliment and say it out loud, only to watch Angel’s face soften and her lips quirk up. That was all she wanted... to make Angel smile.
Samantha turned her head to look at Angel, her finger tracing the freckle she was growing very fond of.
She was sure she’d remember that freckle forever.
It would be impossible to forget, just like it would be impossible not to remember the two tiny dark green spots in Angel’s left iris and the way Angel drank her tea—with her pinkie up like the posh people of London, and the way Angel preferred to stand on the right side of Samantha, her arm protectively wrapped across her waist. “So, do I really make you think more clearly?”
Angel was silent for a moment.
Her gaze drifted to the window before returning to Samantha a moment later.
“Sorry. I got a little lost in a thought. Yes to your question. You do make me think more clearly. Like now, when I was thinking about something that should’ve been quite complex and intricate, with many loose strings and unnamed roads and unknown destinations, and it turns out it isn’t very complex at all. ”
“What were you thinking about?”
“Us,” said Angel as she kissed Samantha on the temple. “We’re not really that complicated, are we?”
“We’re not,” smiled Samantha as she slid her palm up along Angel’s neck and drew her closer into a kiss. A kiss that felt stronger and more intense and intimate than any other kiss they’d shared before.