Chapter 8

Ordinarily,Natalia would have noticed the lovely courtyard under broad royal poinciana canopies. Would have appreciated the angular, two-story, mid-century modern townhouse before they tumbled through the red-orange door.

But her surroundings were hard to care about when Samantha’s mouth was on hers. When her hands were roaming down Natalia’s back and over her ass, before pressing her against the wall in her foyer.

Eyes closed despite the dark, Natalia tipped her head to one side, letting Samantha run her lips and tongue and teeth over the sensitive spot at the base of her neck. Each swipe added to the desire testing Natalia’s restraint. Each set off a sizzling chain of electric delight over her skin.

Fingers in Samantha’s short hair, she indulged in the sensation of pulling her closer. Of being touched by a woman who was crazy enough to try to possess her. And she was almost caught up enough to let her have that fantasy. Almost.

Natalia made a fist near the crown of Samantha’s head, where her hair was just long enough to grab. With a groan, Samantha let her pull her away. Claiming her swollen lips between her teeth, Natalia kissed her hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to bruise and break.

But Samantha met her beat for beat. Yanking up her dress, Samantha sunk her blunt nails into her ass over the thin, silky fabric of her underwear. Pressed against the wall again, Natalia hooked one leg around Samantha and ran her fingernails down her back before pulling her shirt out of her trousers and slipping under.

Samantha was unrelenting, pinning her in place and grinding into her hard enough to create friction. Natalia used her upper back on the wall for leverage and tilted her hips. Pressing harder against Samantha, aching for release, Natalia watched Samantha watching her.

Brows furrowed and attention on Natalia’s body, Samantha drank her in like she was exquisite. Like her body was a blessing she was all too grateful to receive.

In a moment of dangerous awareness, Natalia realized she could get used to this. Get addicted to being touched with a heady combination of reverence and reckless confidence. As Samantha abruptly drew her into another kiss, Natalia felt her worries dissolve, concerns slipping through her fingers.

Shoving Samantha off of her, Natalia tossed her hair back and decided they’d played long enough. “Take me to your bed.”

“Fuck, yes,” Samantha groaned before kicking her loafers off by the door and pulling off a long gold chain she had hidden under her shirt that she tucked in her pocket.

Natalia slipped out of her heels, wood floors cool against her sore feet. Getting upstairs was a blur. They all but toppled into Samantha’s loft bedroom while tearing at each other’s clothes.

Impatient with the buttons on Samantha’s shirt, Natalia unfastened the first two before tearing the fabric apart. Buttons hit the wall and the floor and might have flown over the railing that opened the room to the main living space downstairs.

“I liked that shirt,” Samantha complained before pulling Natalia’s dress over her head in one fell swoop.

“Bill me,” she replied dryly before pushing Samantha backwards and onto the bed.

Landing on her back with her bottom lip between her teeth and her eyes alive with naked desire, Samantha was unbelievable. The black and gray tattoo sleeve on her forearm spilled up her arm, over her bicep, and crested at the top of her shoulder.

From where she stood at the edge of the bed, Natalia took her time unbuckling Samantha’s belt. The cold metal under her fingertips was a stark contrast to the heat in her body. She’d have time to inspect the art later.

Propped up on her elbows, Samantha watched Natalia’s hands with rapt attention. The good professor liked to watch. Liked to indulge that curious nature. Natalia recorded the bit of intel to use against her later.

The sound of Samantha’s zipper opening, her abdomen clenched and breaths coming fast, served to ramp up Natalia’s hunger. Her ravenous need.

“Take off your bra,” Natalia demanded when she revealed the Calvin Klein logo on the waistband of Samantha’s underwear. The white elastic was tight against her olive skin.

Samantha complied without hesitation. She sat up and pulled the black sports bra over her head. Half naked, she looked even better than Natalia imagined, and Natalia’s imagination was exacting and well-developed.

Uninhibited, Samantha laid back and let Natalia look at her perfect breasts and lean body. She would be arrogant here too, Natalia thought in concealed amusement.

With a decisive tug, Natalia pulled off Samantha’s trousers and left her in the boxer briefs that looked sinful on a body like hers. Standing between her parted legs, Natalia ran her hands up Samantha’s smooth thighs. Tensing under her touch, Samantha squirmed, hips digging into the mattress.

Gaze raking up Samantha’s body, Natalia slid her finger into the band of her underwear. “I haven’t even touched you yet, Professor.” She pulled the fabric over her hipbones. “How are you going to survive the rest of this evening?”

Through half-lidded eyes, Samantha looked at her like she was already too turned on to care about appearances. Or maybe she never cared about them at all. Lunging forward, Samantha snatched Natalia by the hips and pulled her on top of her.

Catching Natalia off guard, Samantha managed to flip her onto her back. She nestled between Natalia’s thighs like she’d been tailored to fit. Pressing against her wasn’t enough. Natalia needed to feel all of her. Her weight. Her warmth.

Clawing at her back, Natalia urged her to grind against her harder, faster. But Samantha didn’t change her pace. With each swing of Samantha’s hips, Natalia’s underwear slid against her, showing her how wet she was. Showing her how much wetter she could get.

Mouth hot and hungry, Samantha kissed a searing line down the side of her neck, her hips maintaining their frustratingly slow rhythm. Natalia made a fist in her hair and guided her mouth down her chest and over her lacy bra.

Samantha found her stiff nipple immediately. Circled her lips around it and flicked it with her tongue, sending a wave of desire pulling at her depths, making her back arch off the bed. And then Samantha was snaking her hand between their bodies.

When she found the evidence of Natalia’s arousal with her fingertips, Samantha moaned. Releasing Natalia’s sensitive nipple, Samantha hovered over her lips.

“Fuck, Natalia. You feel so good,” Samantha breathed against her, hot and trembling like she might unravel at the touch.

The combination of Samantha’s fingers working beneath her underwear and her moans mixing with their messy kiss overwhelmed Natalia’s senses. She was spinning, losing her iron grip.

Rocking to one side, Natalia rolled Samantha onto her back before straddling her hips. Samantha didn’t give her a chance. Sitting up, Samantha wrapped her arms around her and claimed her lips.

She kissed like it was an act of war. Intense and targeted and making it impossible for Natalia to think. Her arms were strong, curled around her and sure as she pulled Natalia into her lap.

She should have knocked Samantha back down to the mattress, but she flung her arms around her neck instead. While Natalia was lost in their kiss, Samantha took hold of one side of her underwear and tore them.

The shock of her hard clit hitting the rough waistband of Samantha’s boxers made Natalia gasp. Thighs trembling, she let Samantha guide her hips over her pelvis. Just for a minute. Just until the sensation gathering at Natalia’s core edged too close to the line.

“Those were La Perla,” Natalia snapped when she regained control.

Samantha smirked. “Bill me.”

Natalia growled before kissing her again. Pulling her in with her, she leaned back. In a hypnotizing rhythm, she rolled her hips. Earning a moan from Samantha, she moved slowly despite Samantha’s attempt to change her tempo.

Kissing her chest and digging her fingers into her back, Samantha groaned. She moaned and whispered and cursed and made Natalia feel like touching her was a sinful indulgence. Like she was something to devour, despite her best efforts to savor.

“I need to taste you,” Samantha begged before pulling down the cup of Natalia’s bra and taking nearly her entire breast in her mouth.

Natalia cursed. The sensation of Samantha’s mouth on her added to the unbearable ache throbbing at her core. And then Samantha’s teeth were scraping over her torso, her tongue skittering over her navel.

Before she realized it, Natalia was on her back and Samantha’s hot kiss was on her inner thigh. Her hands were all over her. Her thighs, her belly, her breasts, her ass. Samantha was everywhere. Was so all-consuming that she couldn’t focus on any one touch. It was a blitz attack, and Natalia was struggling to find the will to repel it.

Glancing down, Natalia committed the sight of Samantha’s head between her legs to memory. She let herself indulge in the warmth of Samantha’s mouth on her thigh. Moaned when Samantha kissed her over the ruin of her Italian lingerie.

“God, you’re incredible,” Samantha gasped before covering her with her mouth.

The fullness of the contact sent Natalia’s lower body flying off the bed. Samantha’s hands were on her hips, slamming her back down to the mattress and holding her in place when she wrapped her lips around her aching clit.

Natalia bit back a moan, but she couldn’t stop the shudder that ripped through her body. Couldn’t stop the spike of heat emanating from her core and sending her head backward.

Moaning into her, Samantha used her lips and tongue all over her. Arms wrapped around her thighs, she kissed her lower. Lapping at her hungrily, she found her wet entrance with her tongue, teasing her before going lower.

When Samantha’s fingers found her clit while her tongue continued teasing her, Natalia’s curse tore free from her chest, leaving her throat raw and body pushed to the brink. Sliding her clit between her fingers in perfect, long sweeps, Samantha’s desperate moans matched the heat building and pushing to get free.

It was too much. Natalia couldn’t risk another second. She’d let herself get too close as it was.

“Stop,” Natalia panted, hand in Samantha’s damp hair.

Samantha stopped without hesitation and looked up at Natalia. Even in the low light, Natalia read the disappointment in Samantha’s expression. But she didn’t have time to explain that she hadn’t done anything wrong. That it had nothing to do with her.

“Just watch,” Natalia demanded, hand gliding down her body. When she reached her shockingly hard clit, she bit her bottom lip to keep herself from moaning.

“Fuck, yes,” Samantha groaned before kissing Natalia’s inner thigh. “Show off,” she instructed before kissing her sensitive skin again and again as if her mouth was still on her pussy.

One hand gripping Samantha’s hair and the other over her clit, Natalia had to make herself slow down. She was too turned on. Too close already. She couldn’t let Samantha think she was responsible for that. Couldn’t yield that power.

Samantha’s moans reverberated in her body. Samantha’s mouth on her thigh blended with Natalia’s fingers racing over her clit. Back arched and unleashing a string of moans, Natalia let herself unravel. Let her hips buck and her legs tremble until her first orgasm grabbed her by the throat and didn’t let go.

With Samantha’s filthy urging and one of her hands finding her aching nipple through her bra, Natalia slipped two fingers inside of herself. She didn’t usually crave penetration, but with Samantha’s rapt attention and her body still yearning for more, she plunged in and imagined it was Samantha filling her.

Riding the end of her first orgasm, the second built quickly. Too quickly. It pounded through her. Samantha’s moans matched the clenching around Natalia’s fingers and when she came again, she hooked her leg around Samantha while she fantasized about her fucking her.

“That was fucking unbelievable,” Samantha said, voice hoarse and panting when Natalia slowly slid her fingers out even though she was still twitching.

Struggling to open her eyes, Natalia looked down at Samantha. She was still looking at her like she was starving. Taking a gamble she was sure she’d regret, Natalia loosened her grip on her hair and ran her nails over her scalp, combing all of Samantha’s disheveled hair back.

“Don’t like a mess, Professor?” Natalia dropped her voice. “Clean it up.”

Dark eyes flashed with villainous glee and then Samantha’s tongue was running the length of her so gently and lovingly that Natalia nearly came again.

“That’s enough,” she said when Samatha’s lips brushed her clit too closely.

As if they’d had a long conversation about rules ahead of time, Samantha stopped with military precision. Climbing on top of her, Samantha kissed her way back up Natalia’s body with significantly less hurry than she’d shown on the way down.

When she reached her mouth, Samantha kissed her deep and slow and with too much intimacy. Instead of circling her arms around her and pulling her in closer. Instead of asking her to grind against her and kiss her just like that to make her come so hard she’d risk blacking out, Natalia flipped her onto her back.

“Straighten out and take off your boxers,” Natalia demanded so that Samantha twisted around and lay across the huge bed. “If you touch me, I’ll stop,” she said while pulling off her torn underwear and tossing them on the floor, deciding to leave them there so they’d torment Samantha in the morning.

“Touch you? I—” Samantha started, but her mouth slammed shut when she realized Natalia’s intentions. “Fuuuuuck.”

Smirking to herself, Natalia straddled Samantha’s hips while facing away from her. After rubbing her soaking wet center on Samantha’s sternum, she slid backward until her knees were on either side of Samantha’s head and her hands were on her ass.

“What did I say?” Natalia asked before kissing the inside of Samantha’s knee.

“I can’t touch you,” Samantha replied like she was on the verge of tears.

Natalia bit the inside of her thigh lightly to hide her smile. “No matter what I do,” she said while slipping her hand between them to tease herself an inch from Samantha’s face.

Samantha’s blunt nails dug into Natalia’s ass while her hips jerked off the bed. “I can’t touch you,” she repeated, already breathless, “or you’ll stop.”

She slipped the tip of her finger inside herself. “I’m trusting you to obey, Professor. You’re not going to disappoint me, are you?”

Samantha’s whimpered response was so pitiful. Natalia might have felt bad for her, but the sound fueled her resolve. Fed her need.

Parting Samantha’s strong thighs, it was Natalia’s turn to bite back a moan. Soaked and glistening, the evidence of Samantha’s arousal was enough to rival Natalia’s self-control.

“Is this all for me?” She ran the tip of her finger over Samatha’s smooth skin, gliding through her wetness.

“Yes,” she groaned, hands massaging the backs of Natalia’s thighs before gripping her ass again.

Fuck, that felt good. Natalia was going to have to focus.

“You’re so hard.” Natalia slid her fingers over her clit so lightly that Samantha tipped her hips up for more. But Natalia wouldn’t be rushed. There was nothing like the first time two people touched like this. It would never be so exciting. Never be so good. “How do you think it would feel if I used my mouth?” She ran her fingers down to her entrance, using her nails just enough to elicit a different sensation.

“Please, Natalia,” Samantha begged, finally understanding her role in this. Finally accepting that Natalia was in charge. “I need you. Please.”

Collecting Samantha’s dripping arousal on her fingertips, Natalia spread it lower, finding a spot even more sensitive than her clit. At the same time that she pushed against the tight entrance with her fingers, she dipped lower and grazed Samantha’s clit with her lips.

The string of moans and hushed curses was suffocated the moment Natalia ran the tip of her tongue over Samantha’s clit and then captured it between her lips.

“Don’t stop,” Samantha cried like she was terrified that Natalia would be cruel enough to leave her like that. “Please, don’t…”

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.