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Samantha’s body trembled, her grip tightening on Natalia’s ass and definitely leaving bruises. Bruises Natalia would feel every time she sat down. And the pain would pull her back to that moment. To the sensation of Samantha’s soaking wet pussy grinding against her mouth.
Natalia used her tongue, her lips, every part of her mouth on Samantha’s clit before sliding her fingers back up to her entrance and teasing her with the very tips of her fingers.
“Are your eyes open?” Natalia paused before plunging in. “I want you to see what it does to me to make you come.”
“Jesus,” Samantha squeaked before her hips started thrashing.
She was close. Natalia should stop tormenting her. She’d established her dominance. Made it clear that she was the boss.
Feeling benevolent, Natalia lowered her mouth again. Moving her tongue to the same quick rhythm of the fingers thrusting inside of Samantha, Natalia decided that an embarrassingly fast orgasm was warranted. Just for good measure.
Moaning into Samantha, Natalia pulled her fingers out. The fingers that glistened with Samantha’s arousal. The fingers that Samantha watched Natalia slip into herself while she said, “You feel so good inside of me.”
And then Samantha was gone. Squirming and cursing and crying, Samantha’s orgasm nearly threw Natalia off, but her thighs were strong and her will was unmatched.
Keeping her mouth on her until Samantha caught her breath and the trembling in her body slowed, Natalia kissed her thighs and pelvis and hips before sliding off and laying on her side.
Flipping around so they were face to face, Samantha pulled her into a deep kiss, like she hadn’t learned her lesson. “That was incredible,” she said in a voice that was far too soft and far away.
“It was fun,” she agreed before rolling out of her arms and getting to her wobbly feet.
“Where are you going?” Samantha sat up, body flushed and sweaty hair mussed.
“Home,” she said, like it was obvious.
Picking her dress up off the floor, she knew she should clean herself up in Samantha’s bathroom. It was easily half an hour to her house from Coconut Grove. A long time to be sitting in this mess without any underwear on. But she didn’t trust herself to stay. She was already too exposed.
“Okay, I guess I can go get my car in an Uber,” Samantha said after a beat.
“Don’t be dramatic.” Natalia pulled on her dress and went for the door she guessed was Samantha’s master bath. “Get dressed. I’ll take you.”
Samantha laughed a moment before her bed squeaked. “Of all the sweet nothings that have ever been whispered to me after Grade-A sex, that is by far the most romantic. A little mushy for me, but I’ll allow it.”
Looking at herself in the mirror over one of Samantha’s double sinks, Natalia took in her disheveled state. Hair a mess, makeup smeared, she closed her eyes. She’d given up too much. Let her attraction run wild. Forgotten her purpose. She couldn’t let that happen again.
CHAPTER 9
It was Sunday when Samantha found Natalia’s underwear beneath her platform bed. If she hadn’t been doing laundry, the torn garment might have stayed there until the cleaning lady found it. Grateful that she’d avoided an embarrassing conversation, she bent over and swiped it.
Dressed in joggers and a long-sleeved t-shirt, Sam dropped onto her unmade bed and stared down at the piece of fabric. Running her thumb over the lacy part, she closed her eyes and slipped back into Friday night. Back into Natalia’s body and her lethal sensuality.
There’d been something surprisingly feral about Natalia. Sam could still feel the bruises and sore points on her back and thighs. All the places Natalia grabbed her, making her feel craved and claimed. Sex with Natalia had felt like a dangerous experiment. A foray into alchemy.
She’d never met anyone quite like Natalia. But even as intoxicating as she was on the outside, Sam couldn’t help but wonder what lay beneath. What she was so scared of being vulnerable about. It had to be more than a general inclination toward privacy.
Tossing the underwear into a dresser drawer because it was weird to throw them out, Sam consoled herself. She’d never see Natalia again, she was sure by the way she’d left.
It was obvious that Natalia wanted zero intimacy after they’d slept together. They’d still been covered in sweat, and Sam had barely caught her breath before Natalia was racing out of her bed. A repeat was off the table.
Disappointed that she wouldn’t get to know the real person behind the gloss, Sam found her pants on the floor and pulled her necklace from the pocket. She’d memorized the weight of it. Recalled the sensation of being whole.
Feeling complete the moment the two rings landed over her heart, she tossed the pants in the pile going to the dry cleaners. Her mind wandered to what Sofia might say about Natalia.
Smirking to herself, she thought of her response. Well, I tried, Hon. It’s not my fault she’s unavailable. No, I’m not pursuing her because I’ll never catch her. You don’t know everything, you know.
A few hours later, she was pulling up to her parents’ house. The Westchester single-family home, painted the same dusky pink since 1994, had been the family’s meeting point for most of Sam’s life. Driving over the sidewalk and onto the lawn, she joined the ten other cars parked in a Tetris configuration to take up every inch of the driveway, lawn, and street for parking.
Sam hated being the last one to Sunday dinner. Inevitably, her Aunt Angela would want to leave early to take leftovers home to her very-not-housebroken Chow Chow. Tia Angela, who also insisted on arriving first and leaving her Buick in the most inconvenient spot possible. No fewer than three cars would have to move to let her out.
