Page 19 of Nocturnal Sins
She smelled enough like fruit to make my stomach growl.
I liked her straddling me a little too much and I was too drunk to stop my dick from getting hard. I gave a half-assed effort at keeping my boner at bay but it was tough.
“So you were going to let him eat your pussy?” I asked her. I was honestly curious.
“Yeah. He’s done it before. He’s good at it.” She shrugged her slender shoulders and the silk robe rubbed against her smooth skin.
“He’s good at it?” If she thought he was good, I would make her fucking cry. I’d make her cry and beg for Jesus.
“Yeah,” she smiled while she tilted her head this way and that. I ran my fingers through her soft hair and she let her eyes flutter shut at my touch. I wondered if she knew how good my touch could really make her feel.
I felt heat emanating from between her thick thighs and my cock started to rise. I tried to fight it but that fucking heat had its own gravitational pull. I was helpless.
“Does he make you cum?” I asked her. My voice dropped an octave as it became rough from grinding against my willpower. Samira’s throat dipped a little before she nodded. “Do you see stars when you cum with him, Sammie?” My hands moved from her hair down her neck.
“No…not stars. It feels good though.” Her hips began rocking back and forth like she knew my dick was rising to meet her motions.
“Yeah? You let him fuck you?” I asked, praying she said no. When she shook her head, I let out a pent-up breath. “Good. Don’t fuck him.”
“Why not?” She asked, her gorgeous cat eyes popping open to drink me in. I slid my palms down her back and chased the shiver that ran down her spine until I landed on her ass. I gripped it hard enough to draw a gasp from Sammie’s pouty mouth. I pulled her closer to me, dying to slide beneath her robe.
The fight for self-control was futile. I held on to strands of sanity though. I tried to look anywhere but into her eyes. They were hypnotic. I stared out of the window behind her instead. I stared at the sky exploding in colors before the sun sank into the earth.
With it sank my morals.
“Why not, Santana?” Sammie asked. Her voice pulled me back and I made the fatal mistake of looking into her green pools.
“Because he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing. He wouldn’t know how to handle you, Sammie.” I squeezed her ass and she bit her bottom lip.
“And whowouldknow how to handle me?” She quizzed. I moved one hand and traced her full bottom lip with my thumb.
“Who knows how to handle you, Sammie?” I asked her. My voice fell to a primal growl and forced her to whimper.
“You.” She blinked repeatedly, trying to focus.
“Exactly. Me.” Before either of us could back away, I guided her sweet lips to mine and overpowered her with a kiss. She tensed at first but then she melted, sliding into a puddle of liquid lust on top of me.
My tongue explored her mouth, tasting the tequila and fruit juice while she explored mine. Her whimper turned me into an animal. It was so breathy and sinful. The kitchen slipped into darkness as the last rays of the sun disappeared. I used the growing blanket of night to flip Sammie on her back while I fell between her thighs.
“This is so fucked up,” I muttered against her throat. Her pulse quickened beneath my tongue.
“It’s fucked up but if you stop right now, I’ll wither into nothing, Santana.” Her smooth hands slid along my biceps and I growled out in frustration and hunger before sucking on her rapid pulse.
“I will destroy you, Sammie. We shouldn’t do this.”
“Destroy me,” she begged, grinding her hot little pussy against my stiff cock. It ached in response to her proximity and heat. “Destroy me until only the true parts of me are left.”
“Fuck, Samira.” I pressed my forehead against hers and tried not to smell how wet she was. My hand slid between her thighs because I had to touch her there. I had to touch her pussy to see if she was wet for me. I could smell it but there was nothing like feeling it slip between my fingers.
Fucking hell she was soaked.
I rubbed her thick clit until she was squirming enough to rock the kitchen table. “Santana,” she called, clawing at my chest until she was so full with an orgasm that it spilled over. She shook and trembled while her thighs became wet with desire. It was so slippery.
“Sam, Santana? You guys home?” Pop’s voice at the front door made everything grind to a deafening halt. I yanked my hand from between Sammie’s legs while she slammed her knees together and sat up bolt right on the table.
I slipped my fingers in my mouth and tasted her.
Shit, that was a mistake. She was the sweetest thing I’d ever put on my tongue and I needed more. Her flavor was more potent than every drug in the world and I was hooked already.
