31. Sam
Sam
I love the perfect mixture of alcohol and lust. When you drink just enough to make you feel free and really fucking horny.
Her lips are so soft, her face, her skin, everything about her feels nice.
She has no poky, itchy hair, and she smells delicious all the time.
Being with her is like wrapping myself in a comfortable blanket… that makes me come.
She sits me on the bed and tugs my dress off.
I still have my swimsuit on. Her tongue brushing against mine drives me insane.
My nipples pebble the moment the cool air brushes against my bare skin.
Her mouth moves from my lips to my neck and down my chest to my breasts.
The pulsing between my legs quickens when she looks up at me, locking eyes with mine, as she flicks my nipple with the tip of her tongue.
She works her way over to the other, her eyes never leaving mine.
I whimper internally. Watching her sink to her knees between my legs makes me feel like a spring being coiled tighter and tighter.
“Lift,” she commands, and I do. Without hesitation.
I lean back on my hands and lift my hips enough for her to shimmy my bottoms down my legs.
If I come instantly again, I’m going to be so pissed.
Never thought I would ever complain of that, but I want to savor this moment for as long as possible, but just watching her ignites the too short fuse.
She removes her shirt and tosses it to the side and grabs my legs, spreading them farther apart until my pussy is starting right at her. Begging for her.
For her.
No mask.
No ropes.
No blindfolds or chains. Just her.
I forget how to breathe when she leans in and closes her lips around my clit. My head falls back. The pleasure is unbearable. She pulls away, but her breath caresses my sensitive skin.
“Eyes on me. Don’t look away,” she demands, and I eagerly nod, wanting more than anything for her mouth to be on me again. She dips her tongue inside me and her eyes fall closed, her moan vibrating against me.
“Eyes—eyes on me,” I stutter, struggling to speak.
She opens her eyes, and I know she’s smiling. Her tongue thrusts in and out of me slowly while she massages my clit, all the while our eyes remain tethered. I suddenly cannot wait until I make her come undone the way she completely shatters me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. My eyes grow heavy, and I struggle to keep them open.
Every muscle in my body tightens, and my legs shake as the spring inside me finally uncoils.
My moan turns into a scream, and I shamelessly grind against her face.
She slowly removes her tongue and curls it, holding onto the evidence she’s ruined me for anyone else.
I whimper and my lips part when she shows me the arousal she’s gathered on her tongue, letting it drip down my center before lapping it up again.
I gasp and I don’t know whether I am chasing her tongue or trying to get away from it.
The heightened sensitivity makes every touch feel like electricity.
She stands and pulls me up from the bed. I taste myself on her lips when she kisses me, and I trail my hands over her abs to her waistband. She stops me from unbuttoning her pants, so I drop to my knees instead.
“Red,” she warns, her eyes darkening. She removes the clip from my hair to allow her to tangle her fingers in it, tilting my head back to look at her. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and she says nothing. Just studies me.
“Use me,” I beg, sticking my tongue out. She tugs on my hair harder, but I don’t relent so she unbuttons her pants and pushes them down her legs while keeping a firm grip on my hair.
“Fuck it,” she says on an exhale, removing her boxer shorts.
It comes out before I process what I’m saying. It’s just instinct at this point. “Green.”
She places a foot on the bed and positions my head where she wants me, but hovers. You’d think I would be nervous as hell, but I’m not. I trust her.
“Green,” I repeat, and she stops hovering and relaxes enough that her warmth grazes my waiting tongue.
I move my tongue the way she does on me, and her hold on my hair relaxes slightly.
She looks down at me as if I’m the most precious, rare jewel she has ever seen.
Wanting to hold, but afraid to break it.
She tastes sweeter than I do. I slide my hands up her thighs and search for her entrance.
Her body tenses for a moment, letting me explore.
Dipping a fingertip in and out, lubricating my finger before sliding all the way in.
She sucks in a ragged breath, and I find my rhythm.
“Fuck, I need to touch you,” she pants, tugging my mouth away. “Lay on the bed.”
This is fun, and I’m not done yet. “No,” I refuse, adding another finger, and she pushes me backwards until my back is on the floor.
“I tried to be nice and give you something comfortable to lay on, but you don’t like nice, do you?
Stick your tongue out and make me come while you cream all over my fingers, and then you can lick them clean too. ”
She lowers herself onto me and I suck and lick her clit and thrust my finger in and out of her warmth, replacing them with my tongue and then back to her clit again while she fucks me roughly with her fingers like I’m being pounded by a fucking dick…
but better. Oh, so much better. My climax comes first, as usual, but before I come down from the bliss, she rides my face, covering me in her scent and warmth, squeezing my fingers and calling out my name.
I’ve done died and gone to heaven…no…I’ve died and gone to the devil’s lair with all the ropes, chains, and vibrating toys I want to use with her.
We fuck again in the shower. When we lay down to go to sleep.
In the middle of the night…which was me waking mid-orgasm and going back to sleep right after.
And again this morning, when the warmth of her mouth between my legs forced me awake.
That’s the fun thing about us women. We can come and come and come without needing time in between to recover.
“I’m going to do something new,” she states, but waits for me to give her permission.
I nod, biting my lip in anticipation. I’ve loved everything we have done so far.
She bends my knees and spreads my legs, hooking her leg around mine and straddling my pussy with hers.
Instant heat covers me, and when she moves, my lips part.
She pins my wrists to the mattress. I fight her hold, but she knows I’m not trying to get away.
She gives me a devilish smirk, raises my hands above my head, pins them with one hand, and wraps the other around my throat.
Yes. Fuck, yes. And I didn’t even have to ask.
She’s perfect.
She’s mine.
She restricts my air when I come, a silent scream echoing in my mind but never escaping my lips.
Her forehead drops to mine as she rides out her own climax.
She showers me with kisses and praise before helping me get dressed.
I went from never even touching a woman sexually to letting one ride my face and pussy, and all I can think of is doing it again… and again.
I love the way she cradles my face in her hands and looks at me as if I’m something to be treasured. She’s wearing a smile that refuses to leave. “What?” I ask softly, admiring how beautiful she is when she’s happy.
“You’re perfect and I can’t believe I get to call you mine,” she admits, kissing my forehead gently. “I get to call you mine, right?”
“Your what?” I tease.
She exhales slowly. “My everything.”
Anxiety clashes with selfishness. I worry this will end with me walking away like I always do and hurting her. But the selfish part of me doesn’t care about the possibilities because I am in love with the way she makes me feel, in and out of the bedroom.
“I’m not the best with relationships,” I warn. “Or at least…I haven’t been.”
“Me neither, Red.” She rubs her thumbs back and forth against my cheeks.
“I like things that are not normal,” I add.
“And maybe I enjoy doing them to you.”
“I may have a stalker…that might also be in love with me,” I mutter quickly under my breath, but she still hears it.
She chuckles. “I’ll take care of it.”
That’s what I don’t want to happen though. He’s my shadow. I don’t want him in trouble with the law. I’m the one who met him and never let go. “No.” I shake my head. “Please let me handle him.”
He’s harmless. But that might only be true for me.
Even though I already fell for him, I could never choose a faceless stalker over Kioni.
I fell for him in fantasy land. The land of sins and secrets.
This is real. She is real. If this ends the same way they all do, then it’s obvious…
I’m incapable of being with anyone and need to save us all the trouble and keep to my toys and my toys only.
“I’ll do whatever you want me to do, but I will also keep you safe. You are my priority. Nobody else.” She pulls me into a hug, and I melt into her embrace one last time before we leave our room and enter our new reality.
The knocking at our door signals that our time’s up.
She needs to get to work, and I need to get my baby.
Taylor is going to be so hungover. A pang of guilt hits me that I left with Ki instead of staying with her, but I know she won’t hold it against me.
If she wasn’t on her no-dick diet, she would have dragged Ryker away whether he was willing to let her lick the push pop or not.
Ki opens the door and Ryker’s stunned, disheveled appeared has a laugh bursting out of me.
“What the fuck happened to you?” Ki blurts out with amused concern.
“I don’t want to talk about it. We need to go,” he mumbles, walking away without waiting for anyone to follow.
Taylor walks out with her overnight bag half open over her shoulder and laughs when she sees our puzzled expressions, then holds her head and groans. “Ow,” she whines.
“Would you like to talk about it?” I ask, walking beside her down the hall.
“I got Ryker back is all. Play with fire and I’ll roast marshmallows. Do you have time to eat breakfast before we leave? I need something in my stomach to soak up some of the tequila swishing around before I puke.”
“Yes. Come with me to Mom and Dad’s so you can meet my new puppy afterwards.”
Ki huffs out a forced laugh. “Nyx is not a puppy, Sam. She’s a terrifying grizzly wolf that wishes to eat me.”
“Stop being dramatic. She’s a sweetheart.”
We come to our parting place, and she tugs me into her chest, kissing me as if my sister was not right next to us and we were all alone again. Not in the shadows, but out loud. When she pulls away, I’m left breathless.
“Have a fantastic day, love. Nice to meet you, Taylor.” We both watch her leave, and Taylor smacks me on the arm.
“Ouch!” I turn and smack her back. “What was that for?”
“You do have a girlfriend!” she shrieks loudly, as if she just remembered the last question on a quiz, and then squints her eyes in pain. “Too loud, Taylor. Too loud.”
I roll my eyes and laugh, dragging her toward the food.