Chapter 25

Following behind Natalia’s car,Sam pulled up to a massive ornate gate that screamed champagne wishes and caviar dreams. When the gate lumbered open, Sam rolled past solid walls to gain access to the grounds of an unbelievable estate. She wondered whether Natalia was clued in to the irony of her home’s barriers being as formidable as her emotional ones.

The pristine, white stucco mansion was the textbook definition of modern architecture. Hard lines and simple, clean landscaping made the place more suited to South Beach than Natalia’s old money neighborhood, but it matched the woman herself. It was elegant and imposing in a sort of aloof way.

When Natalia stopped in front of her garage, Sam parked next to her. “Home sweet home, huh?”

Next to her, Natalia shot her half a glance before punching a code into her front door. An enormous wooden thing that pivoted open and was big enough to let in Noah’s Ark two-by-two.

After disabling the kind of security system designed for The Purge, Natalia flipped on a light.

As soon as Sam stepped inside behind Natalia, she was struck by awe. The foyer alone was bigger than a one-bedroom apartment, with soaring twenty-foot ceilings and polished white marble floors that gleamed under the recessed lighting.

Ahead, a grand staircase with intricate wrought-iron railings swept up to the second-level balcony overlooking the space. Everything was pristine white - walls, furniture, even an enormous floral arrangement on a console table. It reminded Sam of a museum or luxury hotel lobby, elegantly minimalist and lacking any clutter or personal touches.

When Natalia slipped off her heels, Sam kicked off her own shoes and left them by the door. There was something about the way Natalia walked away from her, barefoot and completely comfortable in her environment, that made Sam’s pulse jump.

She imagined what Natalia was like on Sunday mornings. Wondered whether she let her guard down here. If she saw her home like a sanctuary.

Sam followed her through the first floor, disappointed when instead of leading her to her bedroom, Natalia walked into her sprawling, all white kitchen. But she didn’t stop there.

Beyond the kitchen was a sommelier’s wet dream. Every wall in what might have been a den once was covered floor-to-ceiling in glass encasements. Each one filled with bottles of wine on gorgeous display.

Natalia sauntered toward the half-moon shaped wet bar in the center of the room. Glass and white marble, it was cold and beautiful and so suited to Natalia.

“Drink?” Natalia asked, already reaching for a set of glasses.

Sam didn’t let her get as far as opening the small fridge tucked under the bar. She wrapped her arm around Natalia’s waist and pulled her in, delighting at the tiny sound of surprise that escaped her perfect, parted lips.

“If I’d wanted to keep drinking, I would have stayed at the bar,” she replied, voice low and nose grazing her cheek before she kissed her neck.

Sam’s lips on Natalia’s warm skin coincided with the sound of glasses hitting the marble top. And then Natalia’s fingernails were scraping the back of her neck.

The chill that roared down Sam’s back was amplified by Natalia pulling her in closer. Urging her to use her tongue and teeth on her sensitive skin.

Eager to comply with Natalia’s silent demand, Sam ran the tip of her tongue over Natalia’s pulse point, wishing she could feel it quicken, before biting down. It wasn’t hard enough to leave a mark, but Natalia arched her back, pressing her body into Sam before releasing a breathy groan.

It was the first hit of a drug, and Sam immediately lost control. She forgot about trying to connect with Natalia on a deeper level. Forgot anything that wasn’t Natalia’s body and voice and fingers digging into her like she wanted to tear her apart. Like she knew Sam would let her.

Pushing Natalia harder against the counter, Sam let go of her neck before leaving a mark. Reaching down with both hands, she grabbed Natalia’s ass before running her open palms over the backs of her thighs. Before Natalia registered her intentions, Sam squatted just enough to get some leverage and pushed Natalia onto the counter.

Instead of getting annoyed, like Sam feared, Natalia locked her legs around her and pulled her mouth to hers.

Natalia’s kiss was a targeted assault. It was passionate and hard and diminished any doubt that she’d missed Sam as much as Sam had missed her.

Fueled by Natalia tipping her hand, Sam kissed her back with equal ferocity. Kissed her like she couldn’t breathe without her lips on hers. Kissed her like it was her last wish before meeting the gallows in the morning.

When Natalia slipped her hands under Sam’s sweater, she wasted no time in pulling off her glasses and raising her arms. Natalia’s warm hands traveling up her sides and yanking the garment over her head would have been sexy on its own, but with her lipstick-smeared lips parted and her eyes dripping with desire, Natalia looked like sin personified.

There was nothing for Sam to do but drop to her knees and repent. She’d only gotten as far as kissing a line up Natalia’s inner thigh when Natalia reached down and made a fist in her hair.

The delicious pain went straight from her scalp to her aching core. Pushing up Natalia’s dress, Sam nipped her inner thigh with her teeth before rushing toward where Natalia was all but dragging her.

As soon as her lips landed on the fabric of Natalia’s underwear, they both moaned. Gripping the back of her neck, Natalia pulled her in closer, grinding against Sam’s hungry mouth.

On her knees and teasing Natalia through her fancy French lingerie, Sam was already so turned on that she shuddered to think about what would happen when Natalia finally touched her. She wouldn’t last more than a minute, she was sure, but that was a problem for later. Right now, she wanted more. Needed more.

“Take this off,” Sam demanded, her voice husky and hard.

In response, Natalia pulled Sam’s head away instead of giving her more. Looking up at Natalia was overwhelming. Lustful and coursing with power, Natalia was going to punish her for her impatience. The prospect was a blast of adrenaline injected straight into her veins.

“Giving me orders, Professor?” Her voice was pure, uncut sex. Sam would be happy to pay any price she imposed for another taste.

“Unless you want me to add another bit of ruined La Perla to my collection.” She ran her thumb over the fabric.

“Threats are worse than orders,” she replied, but her eyes were half-lidded and her desire was impossible to hide.

“I suppose I have to do everything myself,” Sam decided while she stood.

Finding the tiny zipper sewn into the back of the dress, Sam denied Natalia a kiss while she pulled the zipper open. In a single, fluid motion, Sam pulled Natalia’s dress off and tossed it next to her sweater.

The mistake was apparent almost immediately. In a matching set of black lace, Natalia was mouth-watering as she leaned back on the hands she splayed on the counter.

Deadly thighs and luscious curves, Natalia was impossible to look away from. If the satisfied expression on her face was to be believed, she’d planned every step to lead Sam to this trap. To make her wrestle with her hubris and question her sanity for thinking she could handle a woman like her.

“Your turn,” Natalia whispered, attention dripping down Sam’s body.

Biting down a smirk, Sam made a show of unzipping her jeans. Taking her time with the button and the zipper until Natalia looked like she was going to rip the denim off with telekinesis.

When she was in nothing but a tiny pair of boy shorts, Natalia groaned her approval and pulled her in with her legs again. This time, when Natalia kissed her, it was messy and unfocused.

“Tell me you missed me,” Sam whispered against her mouth before biting her bottom lip and giving it a tug.

Natalia retaliated by digging her nails into Sam’s lower back. “Shut up or I’ll stop.”

Sam kissed a trail down her throat and over the center of her chest before reaching behind her and unfastening her bra with one hand.

“Never make empty threats, Ms. Flores,” Sam warned before peeling off her bra, unleashing her full breasts.

“I don’t make threats,” she replied without an ounce of conviction.

Sam took her hard nipple between her lips, earning a breathy moan. To prove her wrong, Sam kept teasing her nipple while she slid her hand between her thighs.

Fingers slipping under lace, Sam hoped Natalia was as wet as she was, but she hadn’t expected so much slick arousal coating her fingers.

Resting her forehead against Natalia’s chest, Sam’s knees weakened. Her plan had backfired. If Natalia called her bluff and stopped right now, Sam would never forgive herself.

But Natalia didn’t tell her to stop. Didn’t flaunt her upper hand. Instead, she rocked against Sam, begging her not to stop without saying a word.

“You’re incredible,” Sam whined more than she said.

“Kiss me,” Natalia gasped, and Sam didn’t hesitate to comply.

Natalia’s tongue moving slowly against hers told Sam to slow her own movements. To run the length of her hard clit with her fingertips in long, lazy strokes. Sam forced herself to give Natalia what she wanted — even when all she wanted to do was make her arch her back and come hard and fast.

“I missed you,” Sam confessed against her mouth before letting her fingers drop to Natalia’s entrance.

“Don’t ruin this,” Natalia all but begged, her legs tightening around Sam’s thighs.

“I’ve thought about you every single day I was away,” she continued, pushing gently into Natalia with one finger and then the other.

Natalia cursed, hands running up Sam’s back. Hips tilting up and asking for her to go deeper. To give her more.

“That night you were in San Francisco…” Sam kissed her hard and curled her fingers inside of her. “I couldn’t get the image of you in that bed out of my mind.”

Natalia’s body was liquid fire, her skin damp from a sheen of sweat as she rocked against Sam. “Tell me,” she said so quietly, Sam nearly didn’t hear her.

“You knew you were going to drive me crazy.” Sam kissed a line over Natalia’s set jaw and whispered against her ear. “You knew what I was going to do the second we hung up.”

Natalia’s curse was accompanied by a tremble starting in her thighs. “Tell me,” she repeated, her voice pitched into a whine as her arousal coated more of Sam’s fingers.

“Tell you what?” Sam teased, her own desire edging toward discomfort. “Tell you that just looking at you like that made me so wet? That I wanted you so bad I would have rushed out to the airport if you would have asked me?”

Natalia tipped her head back, her hips rolling faster.

“Tell you that I was so hard when I slipped my hand in my underwear that it took me less than a minute to come?” Sam grazed Natalia’s earlobe with her teeth. “Tell you that I imagined it was your fingers inside of me. That I would have killed for you to show up in my room in your sexy clothes, a strap hidden under all that dominant femininity?”

It was a gamble. She couldn’t be sure that Natalia would be into the idea, but Sam didn’t have a moment to worry.

Natalia cursed, her hands pulling at Sam, before she let out a raspy, “Use your mouth.”

Sam didn’t waste a second getting to her knees again. This time, it was Natalia who pulled off her underwear so aggressively that it nearly ripped. Legs spread, she glistened like she was proud of how wet she could get.

Leaving just the tips of her fingers inside of Natalia, Sam took her clit in her mouth and moaned at the taste of her. Gripping Natalia’s thighs, Sam pulled her into her — tongue matching the rhythm of her hips.

Natalia’s entire body trembled. Her body was stiff and her back arched while Sam ate her pussy relentlessly. With each swipe of her tongue. Every curl of her fingers teasing Natalia’s entrance, Natalia was a rubber band being stretched further and further.

It wasn’t the kink in Sam’s neck that made her consider a different approach. It was the realization that Natalia was trying so hard to let Sam give her an orgasm. That she wanted to want to let her.

“I want to watch you,” Sam said, voice hoarse and covered in lust. “Please,” she added, because it was true. She didn’t need to have an ego about this. She just wanted Natalia to feel the incredible high of release after so much waiting.

Skin flushed and glowing, Natalia looked down at her, the slight hint of confusion on her face. But as soon as Sam lifted Natalia’s leg and let her foot rest on her shoulder, understanding hit like a freight train.

Elegant hands, fingers freshly polished with blood red paint, slipped over Natalia’s abdomen. Samantha watched, mouth dry and core soaked, while Natalia held herself open with one hand and found her clit with the other.

It was almost too much to take in. Too much to absorb. She didn’t want to blink for fear of missing a second, but every time Natalia circled her own clit, Sam was sure that she would implode before Natalia finally came.

“Fuck me,” Natalia begged rather than demanded.

If Sam hadn’t already been on her knees, she would have fallen right then. She complied readily, slipping inside of Natalia and going to the spot behind her clit.

“Kiss me.” Natalia’s voice was raw and wanton. She was close. So fucking close.

Sam scrambled to her feet, her mouth on Natalia’s a second before her body went rigid. As her orgasm finally claimed her, she tightened around Sam’s fingers, giving her the high of her life.

This time, Natalia didn’t pull away from her the moment her climax ebbed. Instead, she let Sam kiss her until the spasms around her fingers slowed and her panting mellowed into steady breathing.

Sliding out of her slowly, Sam wrapped her arms around her and kissed her again. Kissed her slowly while she held her sweat-soaked body crushingly close.

Natalia’s hands drifted from around her waist, nails gliding lightly over her upper back in what could have been a sweet moment if Natalia hadn’t told her to turn around.

Wishing she could have stayed in the embrace a little longer, Sam only hesitated for a microsecond before turning in Natalia’s arms and giving her her back.

With Natalia’s mouth on the back of her neck and hands running over her chest, Sam’s waiting desire pounded in her core.

Resting her hands on Natalia’s thighs, Sam kneaded her firm flesh and wished she could touch more of her. But she couldn’t be greedy.

Using her thumbs and forefingers, Natalia teased Sam’s nipples so lightly that Sam couldn’t stop from begging her to do it harder. To her shock, Natalia complied instead of tormenting her.

“Is this how you touched yourself?” Natalia asked against the shell of Sam’s ear.

“More than once,” she admitted, lost in a daze.

Natalia groaned and let her right hand glide down Sam’s torso. The other continued to roll her nipple between her fingers, just a little harder. It wasn’t hard enough.

“Do you really want me to fuck you?” Natalia slipped under the waistband of her underwear. When she discovered just how much she’d turned her on, she kissed her neck like she was meeting her lips.

“Yes,” Sam moaned her response while Natalia’s fingers found her aching clit. Between her mouth and her fingers, Sam wasn’t going to last.

“You think you can handle that?” Natalia collected more of her arousal before painting it on her clit. Moving in feather-light circles over the very tip, Natalia obviously knew how close she already was.

“Yes,” she repeated, even though she wasn’t sure. Just the idea was hot enough to kill her.

“Do you expect me to be sweet, Professor?” She finally clamped down on Sam’s nipple hard enough for it to reverberate over her entire body.

“Fuck, no,” she managed despite her thundering pulse, making it almost impossible to speak.

The truth happened to be the right answer. Natalia cursed, her fingers on Sam’s clit slipping. Sam exploited her weakness.

“I want you to find me after a particularly hard day. When you’ve spent all day frustrated. One of those where everything goes wrong and gets complicated.”

Natalia bit into Sam’s shoulder. She was sure that Natalia wanted to mark her somewhere not easily visible, and Sam was positive that she wanted her to do it.

“Maybe you show up at my office,” Sam continued, strained and breathless and trying to stem the tide of her impending orgasm. “Dressed in one of those fancy dresses because you were at an important meeting that didn’t go your way.”

Natalia’s fingers over Sam’s clit moved faster, finding it more difficult to keep a rhythm. But Sam was so close, it didn’t matter what Natalia did as long as she didn’t stop.

“And you make me bend over for you so you can take exactly what you want.”

The breathy confession was the nail in the coffin for both of them. Natalia let go of Sam’s nipple to wrap her arm around her ribs. Holding her in place, her other hand moved so fast, Sam had to throw her weight back and let Natalia hold her up while she produced the kind of deafening, disorienting orgasm she usually only managed with a vibrator.

Three times Natalia made her come like that. Body wrapped around hers, and words of encouragement moaned against her ear. Sam would have easily managed a fourth orgasm, but her thighs gave way and she had to beg Natalia to stop.

Sam turned in her arms to kiss her, but Natalia beat her to it. Legs still locking Sam in place like Natalia feared she might slip away if she let up. Natalia kissed her with the unmistakable sentiment of I missed you, too.