CHAPTER 26
Dana stood there as the cool water ran down her back. It had been warm minutes ago before it had finally cooled, but that was fine with her. She was burning up, so it worked to help calm her down as she tried to catch her breath.
“Are you okay?” she checked on Samara, who was still pressed against the wall.
“Yes,” Samara replied, also trying to catch her breath. “God, that was so good.”
Dana pulled back to stare into Samara’s eyes, but they were closed, and her head was against the wall.
Dana could just look at her like that, so she did.
Samara was gorgeous. Of course, she’d already known that, but Dana was staring at her now, and she couldn’t believe she got to be the first woman to touch her, to see her like this after an orgasm, to give her another one.
To do that, she knelt down in front of Samara and looked back up.
Samara’s eyes were open now, and she was watching her.
“Can you stand on one leg for me?” she asked, tapping the inside of Samara’s thigh.
“Huh? What? No, I’m barely standing on two right now.”
Dana smirked up at her.
“Fuck, Dana,” Samara added, placing her hands on the back of Dana’s head. “That was sexy as hell.”
Dana just kissed the inside of Samara’s thigh and waited. A few seconds later, Samara had her leg hooked over Dana’s shoulder, and Dana stared at her sex then, red, swollen, and wet, but not from the shower.
“You’re beautiful,” she said and leaned in.
“I imagined this, too,” Samara revealed.
“Yeah? How did it go?”
“Better than it ever had in real life,” Samara replied, wiggling her eyebrows down at her.
“Challenge accepted,” she said before she leaned in and licked hard.
“Oh, yes!” Samara let out.
And it didn’t take long. Dana had hoped it would take a while because she wanted to show Samara how good sex with a woman could be – how, when you were with someone who understood how to make it good for themselves, it could feel even better – but before she was able to fully begin swirling her tongue around in a practiced pattern, Samara came, with her hips thrusting into Dana’s mouth.
Dana sucked instead then, wanting to make sure she did everything she could to prolong Samara’s orgasm and make it the best one of her life.
When Samara tapped on her head, Dana slowed down to a stop before she stood up and kissed her.
“That was supposed to take longer. I have a thing I do sometimes that I wanted to try,” she said.
“Look at it this way: you did such a good job, I practically came right away.” Samara kissed her back. “And please don’t reference doing things to other women while you’re doing that to me.”
“I didn’t say anything about other women.”
“No? You’ve done that to yourself?”
“Are you always this sassy after sex?” Dana asked back and moved her hand between Samara’s legs.
“Maybe. But if you’re going to try to stop me, do it in the bedroom. My legs can’t stand any longer, and this water is freezing now.”
Dana reached for the handle, turned the water off, and pushed open the door.
“After you,” she said.
Samara laughed, and they got out of the shower, dripping all over the place. Dana then wrapped her arms around Samara, her lips attached to Samara’s neck, and they walked into the bedroom, where Samara had been flopped more than able to flop herself onto the bed before Dana climbed on top of her.
“The bed’s going to be soaked,” Samara noted through her laughter.
“That’s for housekeeping to worry about later. I’m a bit preoccupied.”
“Oh, yeah? With what?” Samara asked while staring at Dana with darkening eyes.
“Fucking you all morning,” she said. “Over and over, until you beg me to stop.”
“Yes,” Samara replied in a whisper.
“Say please,” she said, moving her hand back between Samara’s thighs.
“No,” Samara replied defiantly with a quirked eyebrow.
“No?” Dana asked and flicked Samara’s clit. “You don’t want me to fuck you all morning?”
“No, I do, but I don’t plan on saying please.”
Dana nodded and said, “Then, I guess I should just get dressed and go.”
“Really? You’re just going to leave?” Samara asked. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“Were you going to?” Dana asked, seriously wanting to know now.
“You didn’t think I would?”
Samara’s hands went to Dana’s back.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d be ready for that. We didn’t exactly plan this, Sam.”
“Call me Sam again,” Samara said with a smile. “I like that.”
“I thought you liked Mara.”
“Both are fine, but I like it when you call me Sam,” Samara replied.
“I wasn’t sure if you were ready for that, Sam,” she said.
“I am.” Samara smiled up at her. “And I want to. So, are you going to get dressed and go, or stay and see if I can figure out what I’m doing?” She laughed a self-deprecating laugh.
Dana recognized it as a moment of vulnerability on display and took Samara’s hand.
“I can show you if you want,” she offered.
“I–” Samara stopped. “Yeah.”
Dana moved Samara’s hand between her own legs, held it there as she spread her legs a little, and watched the muscles in Samara’s neck move as she swallowed.
“So, I like long, slow strokes to start.”
“Is that how you… touch yourself?”
“Yes. I like the buildup,” she replied. “And I like circles after that. Still slow, but in circles.”
“Okay,” Samara said.
Her fingers began to move on their own, so Dana let go of her hand and closed her eyes. Samara stroked her in those long, slow strokes she loved so much.
“Do you have a strap-on?”
Dana’s eyes shot open.
“What?”
“Not for now,” Samara said quickly. “But later.”
“You want that?”
Samara nodded and said, “It’s another thing I imagined.”
“Me wearing it?” Dana asked as Samara started the slow circles.
“Yes. We were against a wall in some alley somewhere. You just… had to have me, and–”
“Really?” she asked.
When Samara nodded again, Dana moved her hand to Samara’s sex and stroked her fast.
“Tell me more,” she said.
“I can’t, if you’re doing that.”
“Yes, you can,” Dana encouraged.
Samara’s strokes on her clit began moving a little faster, in time with what Dana was doing to her.
“Yes, that’s good,” Dana said, moving her lips to Samara’s neck. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” Samara replied. “And you just unzipped… your jeans and–”
“Pulled it out?”
“Yes.”
“Were you in a dress?”
“Yes,” Samara said.
“Where did your panties end up?”
“Which time?” Samara asked and gasped. “Fuck. I’m so close.”
“Me too,” Dana said.
She then shifted until her sex was over Samara’s thigh and rubbed against Samara’s hand while she came hard, keeping up her touches against Samara’s hard clit. When Samara came right after her, Dana pressed her body down into her, wanting to be as close to her as possible while she came back down.
“What time is your breakfast showing up again?” she asked, causing Samara to laugh.
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“Breakfast was delicious,” she said as she lifted her head up from between Samara’s legs.
Samara laughed as she caught her breath and said, “Bad joke.”
“I don’t think so. I think it was a great joke,” she replied as she climbed back on top of her.
“We have to get out of this bed,” Samara stated reluctantly, but wrapped her arms around Dana’s neck instead of getting up.
“Why? I don’t really want to.”
“Well, we have a love scene to shoot soon.”
“Oh, shit,” Dana said, lowering her mouth to Samara’s breast to take a nipple into her mouth. “I forgot.”
“You forgot we’re filming our first sex scene?”
“I was a little busy. I think you’d remember me giving you four orgasms.”
“It was five,” Samara said.
Dana looked up at her.
“Yeah, five,” Samara told her. “And while I would love a sixth, you’ve only had one by my count, and we need to get in the shower and get to set soon. So, I’d like to at least get you to two before we have to go.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Dana, I want to be inside you,” Samara said seriously.
Dana dropped the smirk and nodded.
“Um… Will you roll over?” Samara asked.
Dana smiled down at her and rolled over onto her back. Samara climbed on top of her but just straddled her instead of spreading Dana’s legs. Dana took advantage of that and held on to her hips, running her hands up and down Samara’s sides as she took her in.
“Tonight will be weird,” Samara said as she massaged Dana’s breasts.
“Yeah?”
“I have only done love scenes with guys, but they’re all pretty much the same. There are strategically placed cameras, pieces of fabric, and blankets. We basically make out on and off for hours and pretend to touch each other.”
“I gathered that,” Dana said.
“And people watch us do that, but it’s art, so it’s not porn.”
Dana laughed and admitted, “I’m nervous.”
“Me too,” Samara revealed.
“Why? You’ve done this before.”
“Not with you. And definitely not after doing this with someone. I don’t sleep with my co-stars.”
“Can’t say that anymore, can you?” Dana teased.
Samara smiled at her and lifted herself. Dana spread her legs for her to let her settle between them.
“Oh, I like this,” Samara said.
“Yeah?”
“Being on top is good.”
Samara rolled down into her.
“Don’t get used to it,” she said.
“No? You don’t like me up here?”
“Oh, I love you up there. But I also like it up there.”
“We can share, can’t we?” Samara asked as she moved her hand to Dana’s sex.
“I think that can be arranged,” Dana said.
Samara leaned down and kissed her as she slid her fingers to Dana’s entrance before slipping inside.
Dana opened up to her instantly, and she closed her eyes, letting her head fall back against the pillow.
Samara began rocking herself as she moved inside her, and it was slow at first, just how Dana liked, but when Samara sucked on Dana’s neck, she moved her fingers a little faster.
“You can curl them.”
Samara did.
“Yeah, like that.”
“What else?”
“Deeper,” she said. “Sometimes, I like it deep.”
Samara moved in deeper, and Dana spread her legs even wider.
“Like that,” she said.
“Say it, and I’ll do it,” Samara replied, licking at Dana’s earlobe.
“Fuck me,” she whispered.
Samara instantly thrust deep inside her and moved faster, taking her in a way Dana hadn’t even known she needed to be taken.
“Oh, shit. Yes!”
She held on to Samara’s back as Samara pushed deeper inside with every thrust.
“I’m–” She couldn’t finish her sentence because Samara found her spot, and she hit it over and over and over again.
Dana’s hips rose and fell in time with the thrusts until she finally came loudly and right into Samara’s ear.
“Fuck, Samara! God, yes!”
“You feel so good,” Samara said. “God, Dana. You feel so good.”
Dana held on to her tightly, encouraging Samara to slow down and then stop her thrusts. They held on to one another for a long moment, with Samara on top and Dana rubbing her clammy back.
“Looks like you’ll be getting two rain showers today,” Samara muttered against Dana’s chest.
“Maybe we should actually shower this time,” Dana suggested, running her hand through Samara’s matted hair. “Even your fancy shampoo might not get out all these tangles.”
Samara laughed and replied, “Well, someone had to toss me down on the bed and have her way with me.”
“Someone hopped into my shower first.”
“I believe it’s my shower,” Samara said.
“Why don’t you get the water going for us, and I’ll order us some lunch from room service?”
“Miles will be back to deliver lunch soon. You were able to hide the first time. You can shower first and–”
“Oh, no way. We’re showering together,” Dana replied. “And you can call Miles and tell him that his services will no longer be required for lunch today. Let’s eat together and go to work.”
“Together?” Samara asked, rolling onto her side to face Dana.
“My car is in the parking garage. I can drive you in.”
“People will think we spent the day together.”
“We did spend the day together,” Dana replied. “They don’t have to know how we spent it. We can say we grabbed lunch, and I picked you up since you don’t have a car here.”
“You’re not worried about rumors starting?”
“Well, the rumors would be true, but no, not really. Kathy mentioned that we have lunch together usually, but she didn’t say it in a way that made me think she believes something’s up with us.”
“She said we have lunch together a lot?”
“Yes, which we do.”
“But she brought it up?”
Dana rolled onto her side and asked, “Are you freaking out now? Is this you freaking out?”
“I’m not freaking out,” she said, rolling onto her back.
Dana used that as an opportunity and climbed on top of her.
“If you are, it’s okay.” She pushed hair out of Samara’s face.
“If you want me to go, I’ll go. If you need time to process what just happened, that’s okay, too.
” Dana kissed her forehead. “And if you want to drive into work by yourself, I’ll meet you there.
But we’re also just two people who happen to get along, and people on set know that.
We had the morning off. It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for me, a local, to show you, a non-local, around town before we had to go in. ”
“I guess not,” she replied. “And I’m not freaking out.”
“No, you’re not,” Dana said, shaking her head.
“You’re definitely not worried about us being seen laughing all over set together, how we probably look like we have major chemistry when we shoot those kissing scenes, and how tonight, it’ll show up even more now that we’ve actually touched each other. ”
“You’re making fun of me,” Samara said.
“A little.” Dana winked at her. “Just tell me what you want, and it’s yours, okay? We’ll take this at your speed.”
“I’ll call Miles and cancel lunch.”
Dana smiled down at her.
“And we’ll shower and eat,” Samara continued. “But I’m going to have the car take me to set. It’s only because we still need to be somewhat professional at work, and I really don’t sleep with co-stars, so this is all new to me.”
“Does this mean we can’t have sex in your fancy trailer?” Dana asked with a lifted eyebrow.
Samara laughed and pulled her in for another kiss.