Page 62 of Nocturnal Sins
“You’d be in Dartmouth being a straight-A cheerleader.” I cracked a smile and I saw her green eyes twinkle right before she hit my chest.
When we got back to my apartment, I walked a few paces behind her just to watch the sway of her full hips. I tipped my head to the side and wondered how the fuck I spent so many years pretending not to see how bad she was. The way her ass jiggled when she climbed the steps made it hard not to bend her over where she stood.
I couldn’t though. She was still buzzing and talking about Pop finally listening to her. It made her glow and I loved how happy she looked. Those eyes of here were like treasure chests full of emeralds. So, as much as the carnal man side of me wanted to pin her down and own her with my mouth, while I sucked on her pussy and listened to her moan, the sensible side told me to let her bask. It was torture though. The fact that she was gorgeous when she was happy wasn’t helping matters.
Once we were finally tucked away in bed and her perfect ass was pressed against my dick, I couldn’t hold on to my willpower anymore.
“You don’t think Papa was just saying what I wanted to hear to get me out of his office, do you?” She asked me for the third time and for the third time in a row, I confirmed that I thought he really took on her idea and liked it.
Then when things fell silent, I turned her to face me so I could stare into her gorgeous seas of green. They made me float away every damn time. I dug my fingertips into her slender waistline and dug my teeth into her slender neck. “Santana,” she moaned. The moment I heard her sweet as candy voice, my dick stood.
“I’ve been trying so hard to let you shine in your moment, Samira but…fuck, you’re so beautiful. If I don’t taste your pussy on my tongue I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.”
“You can always taste my pussy and let me shine in my moment at the same time. I like to multitask.” Her giggle melted into a moan when my tongue danced along the delicate dip between her collarbones. I pinned her thick thighs to the bed as I came face to face with her perfect, glistening cunt.
I didn’t know what famine was before that moment. I was staring down my favorite meal and I needed to have its remnants smeared across my lips and chin. I needed to bathe my face in her. There was only time between us, so in seconds I closed the gap.
“Fuck!” She squealed when I locked onto her stiff clit with my lips. My hungry tongue grazed her surface while I felt her back arch beneath my palms. I slid her closer to me and intensified the suction until Sammie was panting like a wild woman.
Her flavor rolled across my tongue like a sweet wave. I devoured her cream and teased out more with the tip of my tongue dipping inside her opening. It wasn’t long before her legs were shaking violently.
I still didn’t stop.
I couldn’t. My hunger was insane and she was the only thing that would satiate it. It wasn’t just the way she tasted either. It was the way she smelled, the way she sounded, the way she grabbed fistfuls of my hair and rolled her hips so that I was coated in her.
I was hungry for all of it, so I feasted.
When I finally came up for air, Samira’s face was wet with tears. Her full lips were flushed and dry from rapid breaths and there was sweat beaded on her smooth forehead.
I’d done my job well.
With the back of my hand, I wiped away the wetness on my chin and stared her down. I committed every stunning feature to memory because the next few moments would be spent contorting that pretty face of hers into the ugliest expressions.
Samira’s body was my playground. I made full use of it by exploring so deep she whined with each stroke. I bent her over and wrapped her long sandy hair around my fist before making her back concave so I could hammer into her harder.
“I want to feel your slick little pussy squeeze my cock, Princess.” She was so in sync with me. On cue, her walls throbbed around my girth and I let out a low groan. Electricity sizzled through my body with each pulse.
I had to do something to avert my attention before I came too soon. I slid my palms along her flat stomach until I had handfuls of her supple tits. I found her stiff nipple and squeezed it enough to make her whimper. The sound was so erotic and nasty I couldn’t help driving my cock deep inside of her and staying there, stretching her tight pussy until she wiggled from the pressure.
She wiggled again and I pushed my hand up to her neck, closing it in a tight circle. “Take this dick, Samira. Don’t run.”
“Oh my god,” she creaked out from a dry, constricted throat. I hooked my thumb in her wet mouth and she sucked on it like a good girl while I finished making her cum. All I wanted to do was make her rain all over my dick. I wanted to feel her body surrender to me.
Holy fuck did she ever surrender.
Samira dripped puddles of honey all over the bed. Streams of it trickled down her thighs as a powerful orgasm seized her muscles rendering her motionless for a few breaths. Her cunt locked around me like a vice and I was powerless against it. I shot every ounce of my load inside her wet heat until I had nothing left to give.
Sammie took it all from me. She laid me out like a little boy at naptime. I was drowsy as fuck the second I crashed to the bed beside her. “Damn, girl,” I muttered against the cool pillow as I reached back and slapped her round ass. I’d be able to find that ass in the darkest of rooms.
She let out a giggle then let her dainty fingers dance down my spine. “You always bring out my inner porn star, Santana.” Her words sounded like contented purrs vibrating from a lioness.
“Good,” I yawned into the pillow and let my heavy lids close.
“I love you,” she sighed with a yawn of her own. A smile lifted my lips and I found her hand tangled in the sheet.
“I love you too, Sammie. More than anything in the fucking universe.” I don’t remember much else after that but I remember the tight feeling stretching across my chest when I thought about how much I loved her.
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