Page 52 of Nocturnal Sins
Ten minutes later, Santana walked through the door. My breath got caught on something in my chest on the way out. It felt like it had been months since I saw him.
My limbs wrapped around him and his tongue slid into my mouth. “Baby, wait…” I sighed against his lips. He drew his head back but didn’t put me down. “Papa is coming around. He wants to talk after the party. I kinda don’t want to sneak around before we talk to him.”
“Seriously?” He frowned. “You want to wait to talk to Pop when I haven’t seen you in a week, Sammie? I missed you like crazy.” I grinned at his words and rubbed the tip of my nose against his. He put me on my feet and I buried my face in his chest.
I smiled at his familiar and safe scent. I wanted to bathe in it. I wanted to wrap myself in it and never unravel.
“Let’s go to this party and then go talk to Papa, okay? If we can get things back the way they used to be that would make me so happy. I miss Papa and god knows I miss you.”
“Samira, I need to be inside of you, fucking you and making you scream. I miss the way your pussy smells and the way your flavor rolls around on my tongue. Thinking about you makes my mouth water.”
I just knew I was going to melt at Santana’s feet. My pussy pulsed between my thighs threatening to make me lose my balance. He was my religion and just the sight of him could bring me to my knees. I ached to slide my tongue against his and confess all my sins.
“Later, Santana,” I begged in between kisses to his lips. I could see him at war with himself but he finally gave in.
“Okay. Let’s get this fucking party over with, Sammie.” A bossy grin made its way to my face and I squealed a little. I love when he let me get my way.
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The party was loud and obnoxious. Nothing like the parties I was used to. Brassy voices and laughter carried into the trees while girls stripped down to nothing but bikinis.
Santana looked over it as soon as we walked into the clearing by the lake. Erin bounced up to me and gave me a hug that had all the authenticity of a four-dollar bill. Then she went over to Santana. Now, that was a real hug. She rubbed his back and everything.
Santana gave her a one-arm hug and I tried not to yank her back by her shirt. “What are you doing here, Sam? I thought you were gonna use my house and hang out with your boyfriend?”
Santana eyed me and I noticed him swallow his laughter. “He wouldn’t text me back after I got to your house. I saw Santana on his way here and followed him,” I grinned.
“Oh…that sucks but I’m so glad Santana is here.” She ran her hand down his arm and he chuckled a little.
“So do I need my bathing suit?” I quizzed.
“Yeah of course, Sam. Why would we come to a party on the lake without bringing a bathing suit?” Erin scoffed then rolled her eyes a little before turning her attention to Santana. “You can change in Kasey’s lake house.” Her tone was back to being saccharine.
“Okay, thanks. I’ll be out in a second.” Santana headed inside and I found Kasey to ask her if she had any new bathing suits in her room.
“Yeah, of course, Sam. There’s a blue one in my closet with the tags still on. It’s yours.” Kasey was so damn happy I was at her party. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I wasn’t staying long.
I only wanted to do what I told Papa I was going to do. I didn’t want to have anything weighing on my conscience. We were treading on thin ice as it was.
I headed inside Kasey’s lake house and went upstairs looking for her room. I could tell I found it when I saw a pretty script K on the wall of one of the rooms I looked in. I went to the closet and flipped through her clothes until I found her bathing suit stash near the back. I pulled out the blue bikini she directed me to and got dressed.
I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard a knock on her door. I beamed when I pulled it open and saw Santana.
“You’re just taking your shirt off?” I asked, folding my arms and laughing.
“I don’t have trunks.” He shrugged and his muscles flexed. I wet my lips with my tongue and pressed my thighs together. I tried not to squirm under his gaze while he let his dark eyes rake over me.
“Fuck, you look good in that bikini, Sammie.” He adjusted his growing erection and I couldn’t help colliding with him. We tangled in a torrid kiss that made my nipples stand at attention.
“I missed you…” I poked my bottom lip out and Santana pulled it into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it until I felt warmth trickle out of me. It had been far too long since I touched him.
“I know,” he smiled.
“You know?” I grinned incredulously. “How do you know I missed you, Santana?”
“Because I can smell your sweet pussy in the air.” He pushed me back on the bed and my legs opened for him automatically. His strong fingers rubbed my pussy through my bikini bottoms and I tossed my head back while he massaged my clit torturously slow.
“I missed how stiff your clit stands up for me, Sammie.” He wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked. The only thing between me and Satana’s perfect mouth were those stupid fucking bikini bottoms.
