Chapter 7 #3
A tear rolled down Sage’s cheek, and Portia reached for a cloth napkin to gently wipe it away. As their hands met across the table, Sage seized Portia’s hand and kissed her palm tenderly.
“Thank you,” Sage whispered.
Sage has proven her loyalty to Portia beyond what she was assigned to do.
Portia wanted to be there for her like Sage had been from the beginning.
She didn’t understand the pain Sage felt, but she knew sometimes words can’t comprehend the feeling.
They sat in silence for a moment as Portia stroked Sage’s hand to soothe her heart.
For the remainder of the night, they savored exploring new Costa Rican dishes and exchanging stories, deepening their understanding of each other—a luxury they rarely had back in Eastbourne.
“I’m so glad we could get away,” Portia said, swinging her arm as her hand interlocked with Sage’s.
As they walked along the shore, Sage said, “We definitely need this time to get to know each other deeply. Between stuff with my family and you being under your father’s thumb, we would have never.”
“Oh, my god!” Portia said frantically, interrupting. “My dad! I didn’t even think to call him to let him know I wasn’t coming back home for the next few days. And, we just talked about relieving my curfew. The last thing I need is having him up my ass again.”
Portia knew she couldn’t tell her father she was with Sage, but she damn sure had to tell him something before disappearing for the next few days.
Her father just started trusting her again and the last thing she needed was something to come between them.
After just discussing relieving her curfew, she knew this wouldn’t be a good look.
Then she remembered the conversation she and Sage had at dinner. “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.” Sage’s words echoed in her mind, giving her confidence in being truthful with her father.
“It’s okay P,” Sage said, breaking her out of thought. “I got it covered.”
“What, huh?” Portia said, confused. “What you mean got it covered? You don’t know my dad.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yeah, I do, but you don’t know my dad,” Portia began. “He…”
“Don’t worry. Salem is covering for you.” Sage said, pushing Portia’s stray braid behind her ear. “He told your dad that you and some girls from AA are going on a healing retreat. He thinks it has something to do with your recovery and I’m out here making sure you’re on the right track.”
"Oooo," Portia said. "That's good." She chuckled, marveling at Sage Washington's ability to do it again; be there for her, even when she didn't realize she needed her.
“Since when do AA groups go on healing retreats anyway?” Portia laughed.
“The ones that are backed by nonprofits that sponsor recovery retreats,” Sage said. She and Salem crafted an entire story to cover for their trip.
“You’re good,” Portia said, squinting her eyes and smirking. “Of course, my father isn’t going to investigate because I’m in good hands.” She winked.
Portia looked down at their hands as they continued down the beach. Shortly after, they stopped and laid down a blanket to take in the sky's view filled with stars, accompanied by a full moon. They snuggled up next to each other, taking in the sound of the ocean waves kissing the shore.
“I could get used to this,” Portia said. “This feels like freedom. I’ve never felt so alive.” She took in a deep breath, savoring the moment.
Sage took in the beautiful view that was Portia Denzel, basking in peace.
“You don’t have to get used to it,” Sage began. “Because this is your life. You’ve done so much work on yourself. You deserve this life.”
“You’re right,” Portia concurred. “I deserve this life. This life is freedom. This on the beach. This life with you.”
Portia playfully booped Sage’s nose before leaning in for a kiss.
Her fingers threaded through Sage’s locs as she deepened the kiss with the exploration of her tongue.
Sage responded by trailing her hand down the small of Portia’s back, savoring their shared passion.
Breaking the kiss, Portia’s tongue traced a path from Sage’s lips to her chin and down to the base of her neck.
With a gentle grasp around Sage’s throat, Portia tilted her head to the side and sucked on her neck tenderly.
“Sssss,” Sage hissed and bit her bottom lip in pleasure.
Portia felt her fangs nearly retracting with a deep desire to mark Sage, but she knew it wasn't the right moment.
There were important conversations they needed to have before that step.
She straddled Sage's lap as they settled back on the blanket.
Sage's hands gripped Portia's hips, pulling at her pants with each tug, silently pleading for them to come off.
“Uh uh,” Portia whispered. “Let me take care of you like you took care of me.”
"Damn," Sage murmured, feeling ready to surrender everything. She sat up, grabbing a fistful of Portia's braids as she kissed her ardently.
Portia’s hips rocked as she grinded on Sage’s lap as the kiss deepened.
Moans escaped her mouth and the friction between their hips increased.
Portia was on fire. She wanted Sage right here, right now.
She threw her head back in ecstasy as Sage sucked on her neck, followed by gentle bites.
Her fangs retracted and her eyes glowed crimson red.
Sage continued placing trails and kissed up the base of Portia’s neck until she met her illuminated eyes.
It was unlike anything Sage had seen before.
She’d seen vamps with red eyes and fangs before, but never this intimately.
And they damn sure didn’t look this enticing.
For a moment she was shook, but then remembered she was safe.
Shit, she wouldn’t mind being ravished right there on the beach if it was by Portia.
Portia held her gaze as she witnessed Sage scanning her eyes.
Her chest heaved, not only out of passion but out of nervousness that she would scare Sage away.
To her surprise, Sage used her fingers to trace the outline of Portia’s face, enamored by her beauty.
This only took Sage’s desire up a notch.
Sage placed her hand along Portia’s back, unhooking her bralette as she freed her voluptuous breasts.
She kissed every inch of her shoulders down to each breast, caressing each nipple delicately with her tongue.
Portia’s nipples hardened at the feeling of Sage’s tongue swirling and placing soft, supple bites.
She continued rocking her hips along Sage’s waist and arched her back as her pussy throbbed.
She grabbed Sage’s face and began kissing her as she moaned through her orgasms.
Sage leaned back as Portia unbuttoned Sage’s shirt, revealing her perky breasts and erect nipples. She trailed her fingers over her tattoos, then down her breasts and stomach.
“You’re so beautiful,” Portia said, admiring Sage like a piece of art. Her tattoos covered her chest and her nipples rings glimmered in the dark night.
Portia bent down to place soft pecks on Sage’s stomach, slowly leading to her pants. Sage lifted her pelvis as Portia slipped them off.
“You won’t be needing these either,” Portia said, pulling off Sage’s boxers and tossing them in the sand.
Portia showed no hesitation as she dove straight into Sage’s center. She had been waiting all night for this moment, eager to taste her sweet nectar. This was not only an act of pleasure, but also one of deep appreciation. Gratitude for the beauty of Sage Washington; her mind, body, and heart.
Portia took Sage’s clit into her mouth, sucking gently and leaving Sage in shambles.
Sage cried out in pleasure, her moans echoing across the beach and mingling with the sound of the tidal waves.
She rotated her hips as Portia's tongue penetrated in and out of her pussy.
Sage was incredibly wet for Portia, and the scent of her pheromones sent Portia into overdrive.
Portia grabbed Sage’s ass, pulling her deeper onto her tongue. She swirled her tongue around Sage's inner walls, caressing every spot that drove Sage wild. Portia moaned, savoring Sage's juices, lost in the sea of her essence and vowing never to come up for air.
As Sage grinded against her tongue, she reached up and began drawing circles around Sage’s nipples.
Each circle and flick of Sage’s nipple rings sent waves of pleasure through her body, making her legs tremble and buck.
She cried out Portia’s name as her wetness filled Portia’s mouth.
Portia sucked her clit, ensuring Sage rode out her orgasms completely, leaving no mess behind.
Sage’s body collapsed on the sand as Portia came up for air. She licked her lips to savor the juices and wiped the corners of her mouth as she took in her favorite view. She laid next to Sage and began caressing the side of her face.
“Damn,” was all Sage could say as she tried to catch her breath. “What I’ma do wit you?”
“I can think of a lot of things,” Portia giggled, climbing on top of her.
“Come here,” Sage said as she pulled Portia in for another kiss.