CHAPTER 2 #4
The orgasm didn't build slowly; it detonated inside Sasha like a bomb.
Her internal muscles clamped down hard around Natasha’s two fingers, pulsing violently as a massive wave of liquid pleasure surged through her pelvis.
She screamed out loud, her body shaking so hard her knees buckled, sending a thick, hot gush of her sweet juices pouring out over Natasha’s fingers, chin, and lips.
Natasha didn't pull back. She held Sasha up by her ass cheeks, her mouth staying buried deep, swallowing every drop, her tongue licking through the intense, sensitive contractions until Sasha was whimpering, pushing at her shoulders to break the contact.
"Wait... wait, please..." Sasha sobbed out softly, her chest heaving, her thighs trembling like leaves in a storm. "Too much... Natasha, please..."
Natasha slowly pulled her face back. She stood up on long, graceful legs, her face slick with Sasha’s moisture, her silk blouse ruined, her dark eyes blazing with triumph.
She brought her hand to her mouth, slowly licking Sasha’s taste off her fingers one by one, never breaking eye contact.
"You look breathtaking when you cum," Natasha murmured, her voice smooth, dark, and satisfied. "Now let's move this to the floor."
Sasha didn't wait. The sight of Natasha standing there, covered in her taste, drove her into a fresh frenzy of need.
Sasha grabbed the collar of Natasha’s remaining brassiere and ripped it open, exposing Natasha’s firm, bare breasts.
She unbuttoned Natasha’s charcoal trousers, shoving them down her long legs along with her silk panties, leaving the older woman completely, gloriously naked in the middle of the living room.
Natasha’s body was a work of art—lean, sculpted, with dark, smooth skin and a neat, gray-frosted triangle of hair between her long legs that was already dripping wet.
Sasha dropped to her knees, grabbing Natasha’s hips, her dimpled smile flashing dark and dangerous through her sweat.
"My turn to ruin you, CTO," Sasha growled.
Sasha buried her face into Natasha’s lap.
She didn't start slow. She drove her tongue straight inside Natasha’s wet, hot center, making a deep, wet, slurping sound that echoed through the quiet room.
Natasha let out a sharp, aristocratic gasp, her hands instantly flying down to tangle in Sasha’s Bantu knots, her long legs shaking as Sasha began to eat her with brutal, relentless intensity.
Sasha licked, sucked, and devoured. She used her tongue like a spoon, scooping up Natasha’s rich, musky cream, while her fingers reached up to cup Natasha’s firm ass, pulling her deeper into her mouth.
She slid two thick fingers inside Natasha’s tight, warm space, pumping them hard and fast in rhythm with her working tongue.
"Oh, God, Sasha!" Natasha cried out, her refined accent completely disappearing as she bucked her hips wildly against Sasha’s face. "Fuck! Yes! Right there! Eat it! Eat that shit!"
Sasha sucked hard on Natasha’s swollen clitoris, her steel tongue barbell vibrating against the sensitive nerve endings until Natasha’s body went completely rigid.
Natasha’s legs locked around Sasha’s head. A long, ringing moan tore out of her throat as she came hard, her body shuddering through a violent, prolonged climax that poured her hot, sweet moisture directly onto Sasha’s tongue and chin.
Sasha drank every bit of it, refusing to let her go, working her through the peak until Natasha fell backward onto the plush living room rug, breathless, sweating, and completely undone.
They didn't stop. The heat in the room was suffocating, intoxicating, and endless.
Sasha crawled over Natasha’s prone body, straddling her chest, before reversing her position into a tight, frantic sixty-nine.
Sasha dropped her heavy, wet pussy directly over Natasha’s face, while her own face settled deep between Natasha’s open, trembling thighs.
The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin, dirty talk, and breathless moans filled the apartment.
"Suck that clit, Sasha," Natasha demanded from underneath her, her mouth buried deep into Sasha’s wet folds, her tongue swirling wildly around her steel piercing. "Gonna make you cum on my mouth again."
"Finger me!" Sasha begged, her mouth working feverishly against Natasha’s core, her fingers buried deep in Natasha’s ass cheeks. "Take two fingers and fuck me deep while you lick it!"
Natasha reached up, driving two fingers deep into Sasha’s soaking wet canal, pumping them fast, hard, and filthy, while her mouth ate her alive.
They came together this time—a joint, screaming explosion of senses that left both women shaking, covered in sweat, and gasping for air on the living room rug.
As the waves of their double climax slowly receded, Natasha rolled Sasha onto her stomach.
"You think we're done?" Natasha whispered against Sasha’s ear, her hands sliding over the massive, round curve of Sasha’s ass.
"I don't know..." Sasha panted, her face pressed into a sofa cushion, her body completely exhausted yet still buzzing with residual electricity. "Are we?"
Natasha didn't answer with words. She lifted Sasha’s hips up, positioning her on her knees, her massive, apple-shaped ass held high in the air.
Natasha knelt behind her. She reached down, spreading Sasha’s thick cheeks wide with both hands, exposing her glistening, dripping pussy and the tight, dark, puckered hole sitting just above it.
Natasha lowered her head and pressed her hot tongue directly against that tight, sensitive opening.
Sasha let out a loud, shocked gasp, her hands gripping the couch cushion for dear life. "Oh! Fuck! Natasha!"
"You like that?" Natasha asked, her voice thick, low, and dark. "You want me to play with this pretty little hole while I fuck your wet pussy?"
"Yes! Fuck, yes! Do it!" Sasha whimpered, pushing her ass back against Natasha’s face.
Natasha licked slow, wet circles around the tight rim, spitting lightly on her fingers before sliding one slender, lubricated finger slowly into Sasha’s tight opening.
At the same time, she drove two fingers straight back into Sasha’s drenched pussy.
The sensation of being filled in two places at once—combined with Natasha’s wet tongue working her back entrance—was a level of pleasure Sasha had never experienced in her life.
Sasha screamed into the couch cushions, her whole body shaking violently as the final, most intense orgasm of the night slammed into her.
Her internal muscles clamped down so tight on Natasha’s fingers that Natasha let out a loud moan of her own, working Sasha through the blinding, white-hot peak until Sasha collapsed flat onto her chest, her legs completely refusing to hold her up any longer.
The next morning:
The rain started up again around three in the morning—a soft, steady, hypnotic patter against the bedroom window.
Sasha lay in the center of her king-sized bed, naked beneath a thin white sheet, her head resting on Natasha’s smooth, dark chest.
Natasha was awake, one long arm wrapped securely around Sasha’s waist, her fingers tracing slow, idle patterns over the roses inked across Sasha’s arm. The bedroom smelled of fresh rain, lavender oil, and the sweet, lingering musk of their night together.
Sasha let out a long, content sigh, her fingers playing with the gold chain around Natasha’s neck.
"You still thinking about that nigga?" Natasha asked quietly, her voice smooth and devoid of any lingering jealousy.
Sasha raised her head, looking into Natasha’s calm, dark eyes. She let out a small laugh, her dimples showing deep in the soft light of the streetlamp outside.
"Who?" Sasha asked softly.
Natasha’s mouth twitched into a beautiful, genuine smile. She reached up, tucking a loose stray edge-hair behind Sasha’s ear, before pressing a soft, tender kiss to her lips—a kiss that carried none of the dirty demand of the living room floor, but all of the deep, quiet promise of their future.
"Good," Natasha murmured. "Because tomorrow... we have a venue to build."
Sasha rested her head back down against Natasha’s beating heart, closing her eyes as the rain washed away the last lingering remnants of her past, leaving only the warmth of the woman holding her tight into the morning.