Chapter 7 #2
Sage guided Portia over to the outdoor canopy and gently lowered her down.
Before Sage could release her, Portia pulled her close, capturing her lips in a deep, fervent kiss.
Their tongues intertwined as Portia instinctively wrapped her legs around Sage’s waist, pulling her closer.
With each kiss, Portia's moans deepened, resonating with passion.
Sage pressed her thigh between Portia’s legs, eliciting a responsive movement from Portia's hips as she pressed against it. Sage traced a path of kisses along Portia’s shoulder, gradually making her way down to her chest. She planted soft kisses all over Portia's skin, feeling the hardness of her nipples beneath the fabric of her sundress.
“Mmmm,” Sage hummed as she continued kissing down to her nipples.
Portia slowly slipped out of her straps, with Sage assisting in pulling the sundress down her waist. As Portia revealed her fully erect breasts, Sage wasted no time taking one into her mouth.
Her tongue grazed around each nipple, ensuring equal attention and satisfaction.
Portia arched her back, a whimper escaping her lips.
Sage moved slowly down Portia's stomach, peeling off the remaining fabric of her sundress and tossing it over her shoulder. She trailed wet kisses down to Portia's hips, which lifted in anticipation.
“Pleaaaase,” Portia moaned.
“Patience Princess,” Sage said in between kisses.
She kissed Portia’s inner thigh, flowing up her leg and back down again. Without hesitation, Sage dove into Portia’s wetness, placing her tongue directly at her center.
Portia moaned loudly as she felt Sage’s tongue deep inside her. She moved her hips in a rhythmic motion, intensifying her pleasure.
Sage was transported to another realm, the taste of Portia's wetness on her tongue threatening to send her over the edge. She circled her tongue, caressing Portia’s inner walls. Gradually, she shifted her technique, moving her tongue up and down to tease Portia’s clit.
“Yesssss Daddy,” Portia cried out. “Right there!”
Sage gently circled her tongue around Portia’s clit, causing her legs to tremble.
Attuned to the rhythm of Portia’s body, Sage sucked and rolled her tongue once more.
The sounds of Portia's ecstasy stirred something within Sage, spreading warmth throughout her body.
She slipped her hand into her pants, finding her own wetness and beginning to make circular motions over her clit.
As Sage sped up her tongue on Portia’s clit, they both felt their pleasure nearing its peak. Opening her eyes, Sage saw Portia in full view, playing with her nipples and grinding her pussy against her tongue. Seeing this pushed Sage over the edge.
She sucked on Portia’s clit as she watched her scream out, “Oh, yessss Daddy!”
Sage smirked and moaned against Portia’s pussy as she felt her juices spill onto her tongue. Shortly after, Sage cried out in pleasure as she reached her own peak.
“Damn,” Sage said as she laid her head on Portia’s inner thigh.
“Woooo,” Portia said, trying to catch her breath as she laid out in delirium.
Sage laughed as she lifted her head to look at Portia. “What I tell you?”
“Mhmm,” Portia said, using her hand to shoo her off, as she closed her eyes in bliss.
“Come on,” Sage responded, smacking the side of Portia’s thigh. Portia winced in pleasure, begging to be fucked again.
“Let’s get you cleaned up. We got plans tonight.”
Portia rolled over onto her stomach. “Just give me like five more minutes,” she groaned.
“Aight,” Sage said with a smirk, placing a smack on Portia’s ass.
Portia stood in the full-length mirror of the bathroom as she turned around to make sure her look was to her satisfaction. She wore a caramel colored bralette with Criss Cross straps across her back, complemented by matching flair pants that sat at her waist revealing her navel.
Sage came up behind Portia in front of the mirror and wrapped her arms around her waist, admiring her silhouette. "You look real sexy tonight," Sage murmured, scanning her appreciatively.
“Thank you,” Portia said, smirking as she looked over her shoulder to kiss her. “Mmmm and you smell so good.”
"Thank you," Sage smiled, revealing her gold bottom grillz. She adjusted her black silk button-up, allowing a glimpse of her cleavage and chest tattoos, teasing the curious mind. "All for you," she added with a playful glint in her eye.
Sage wore a woodsy-scented Tom Ford cologne, a fragrance she had purchased specifically for this occasion.
Tonight was the night she planned to express her feelings to Portia, and she was ready to take the plunge with her.
No matter what their families thought, Sage was willing to risk everything to be with Portia.
She had planned this trip for them to connect deeply, away from the chaos of Eastbourne Hills.
They both needed this break to think clearly and explore what this could become.
After making last minute touches to her outfit, Sage was ready, and they were out the door. Upon exiting the villa, their driver awaited to take them to their next destination. The driver stepped towards the car door to open it.
“It’s okay, man,” Sage said to the driver. “I got it.”
The driver nodded as she opened the door and held Portia’s hand, assisting her into the black Escalade. They slid into the back seats and the driver pulled off.
“You did all of this?” Portia said in amazement as Sage led her onto a private beach.
Sage admired the joy in Portia’s eyes.
They walked down a walkway filled with red rose petals where they were met with a candle lit table. It was set up on the sand, with the ocean and sunset as their backdrop. Portia held Sage’s hand to stabilize herself as she slipped off her heels to place her feet in the sand.
“Yes, all this is for you Princess,” Sage said smoothly.
“EEEE!” Portia said as she did a little dance in excitement. Sage laughed.
They both took their seats and were shortly greeted by their server, who poured two glasses of virgin Bellinis.
Sage raised her glass to initiate a toast.
“What are we toasting to?” Portia asked, giggling.
“To what we can become,” Sage added confidently.
“I like that,” Portia said, smiling as her eyes lit up.
They tapped their glasses and sipped the smooth bubbly. Portia pulled the glass from her mouth and looked at the glass. “This is gooood!”
“Mhmmm,” Sage said, nodding her head in agreement. “Not sure what it is, but it’s what the chef suggested as one of their non-alcoholic drinks.”
“Oooo! Chef?” Portia said.
“Yes, a chef,” Sage said, laughing at her reaction. “He’s going to serve us a five-course dinner of his most desired Costa Rican dishes.”
“Good evening, ladies,” a man in a white chef’s coat greeted as he approached their table. “I’m Chef Gomez, and I’ll be cooking some of our cultural favorites this evening. For starters, we will serve patacones.”
Their server came from behind Chef Gomez with a plate of patacones. Sage and Portia thanked the Chef and server as they left them both to enjoy their meal.
“Mmmm,” Sage said as she took in a fried plantain. “This is good as hell.”
Portia agreed with a mouth full.
“Soooo,” Sage said, reaching out her hand to grab Portia’s. “I’ve been thinking.”
“Abouuuut?” Portia sang in response.
“About us,” Sage smirked as she rubbed circles on the top of Portia’s hand. “I wanna see what we can be. I don’t care what happens or what our families thinks. I wanna do this with you.”
Portia blushed. “And here I thought you were avoiding me and yet you were planning this the whole time.”
“I meaaaan…” Sage shrugged. “I had to give you my answer on a beautiful beach with a view.” She laughed.
“Well, I wanna do this, too,” Portia said. “I know my father is beginning to trust me again and I fear what he’ll have to say, but it won’t be the worst thing I’ve heard. Considering everything I’ve been through, this is the safest decision I’ve made.”
“Nah, the best decision you’ve made was believing in yourself. You’ve become a better version of you. He can only trust that you’re making these new decisions from a healed place. No matter what happens, I’m here for you–always.”
Portia looked down and smiled shyly. “I know that for sure, considering everything that’s happened since we met. I got your back, too.”
“I appreciate that,” Sage smiled. “I don’t know how Pops will take it, but I’m standing ten toes down in my decision. He’s entrusted me with another mission in the business, so I could only hope he trusts me to make other decisions for myself.”
“Is that why I haven’t seen you in the past few weeks?”
“Yeah, since KJ got sick, Pops needed Salem and me to divide and conquer,” Sage clarified. “He has me managing the freight for the units and Salem is still keeping eyes on you.”
“That makes so much sense now. I really thought your ass was out here avoiding me when I only saw Salem around,” Portia expressed. “He would not tell me where you were at.”
“Not you worrying my brother,” Sage snickered. “But nah… never that.” She brushed her thumb across Portia’s chin. “I could never avoid seeing this face every day.”
Portia smirked, and then her smile diminished when she thought about what Sage said about her brother. “How is your brother? Your family? You?”
Sage took a deep breath, attempting to sort through her thoughts about KJ.
He was her big brother, and the fear of losing him weighed heavily on her mind.
Despite Kaliyah’s reassurances that his healing was progressing, Sage couldn't shake her concerns, especially with the ongoing updates about the severity of the virus in the media.
Portia reached for Sage’s hand to comfort her. She could tell Sage was processing more than she could understand.
“Hey,” Portia whispered. “Look at me.”
Sage lifted her head to meet Portia’s eyes. Her deep brown irises were glossy, filled with deep concern for her brother.
“We don’t have to talk about it, okay,” Portia reassured her. “Just know I’m here every step of the way.”