Page 44 of Dr. Roz Harrington
Sam nodded fervently and managed a soft, “Please.”
“I can’t wait to taste you again.” Roz ran her eyes from Sam’s face, across the sharp lines of her jaw, down the curve of her neck and swell of her breasts, and down the smooth skin of her torso. Her eyes settled on Sam’s heat between her legs, her beautiful and swollen nub peeking out, ready.
Roz licked her lips and bent down, running her tongue between Sam’s folds and tasting her wetness. She delicately opens Sam’s lips with her thumb and forefinger, exposing her clit, and leans down to swipe her tongue over the nub. She flicked it with her tongue a few strokes before pressing her tongue down flat on it, eliciting a drawn-out moan from Sam.
When Roz slipped in a finger, Sam gasped and Roz smiled while still working Sam’s clit. “Like that, Princess?”
“Yes,” Sam panted. “You feel amazing.”
Roz continued her rhythmic licking while Sam rolled her hips in circles to sync with her. Roz inserted another finger, then a third, before she stopped suddenly. She took out her fingers and stood up from the floor.
Sam immediately snapped to attention and looked up at Roz. “Are you okay?”
Roz grinned at her. “Yes, and so will you. Wait here for me.”
Roz ran to her bedroom and opened the bedside table drawer, pulling out a blush pink rose vibrator. She walked back to the living room where Sam waited, juices coating her legs. She looked up at Roz, her head tilted.
“A flower formyflower,” Roz said, holding the vibrating rose up for Sam to see. “I’ll show you.”
Roz repositioned herself on the floor and tapped Sam’s leg for her to open wide. Roz planted firm kisses on Sam’s knee and up her inner thigh until she reached Sam’s core, still slick and warm for her.
Roz pressed the switch, bringing the rose to life, and she pressed it against Sam’s clit, letting the toy suck Sam’s rosebud while Roz inserted two fingers inside Sam again.
Sam leaned her head back against the couch and closed her eyes, seemingly melting into the fabric of the cushions. “Oh my god, Roz, that feels amazing!”
Roz deftly pressed the button again, intensifying the sucking, and Sam moaned from somewhere deep within her. She kept pumping her fingers in and out of Sam, her wrists soaked in juices, and she curled them upward to hit her G-spot.
Sam’s back arched and her hips raised off the cushions as every muscle in her body became taut and tense.
“That’s it, my princess. That’s it. Let go and release,” Roz said, holding the rose toy steady against Sam’s clit as she continued to work her fingers, never once breaking eye contact while Sam lost herself in her orgasm. She felt Sam’s walls squeeze tightly around her fingers at the peak of her climax, and only when Sam’s body went slack did she turn off the toy and pull out her fingers from deep within Sam. She licked them from base to fingertip, savoring Sam’s taste.
“That was…” Sam started to say, but she was too blissed out to finish.
“I knew you’d love it. A special rose for my special princess.”
Roz fluffed a pillow and instructed Sam to lie down on it, then covered her with a light blue throw blanket and crawled in next to her, tangling her limbs with Sam’s. For the first time in a long time, Roz allowed herself to fully relax and let down her guard as she kissed Sam’s cheek.
Sam’s arm was draped around Roz’s waist, her fingers tracing absent patterns on Roz’s bare shoulder. For once, Roz didn’t pull away. She let Sam hold her, let the stillness settle around them like a comfort she hadn’t known she needed.
“You’re not as tough as you pretend to be,” Sam said softly, a teasing lilt to her voice, though the words carried a weight of truth.
Roz turned her head, meeting Sam’s gaze. “Don’t tell anyone,” she murmured, her lips quirking into a faint smile.
Sam grinned, pressing a soft kiss to Roz’s forehead. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
“Come,” Roz said. “Let’s go to bed. I’ll tuck you in.”
They walked to the bedroom together, and Roz watched Sam crawl under the comforter, her face still peaceful from intimacy. She got under the covers next to Sam and exhaled deeply.
Roz closed her eyes, her head resting against Sam’s chest. For tonight, at least, the chaos and the walls could wait. Here, in Sam’s arms, Roz allowed herself to be vulnerable, to simplybe.
The first rays of morning light crept softly into Roz’s bedroom, streaking through the gaps in the blinds. The golden glow stretched across her sheets, catching on the dark waves of Sam’s hair as she lay curled up in the covers. Roz was already awake, perched on her side, her head propped on one hand as she watched Sam in quiet stillness.
Sam always looked softer when she slept, less guarded, the tension in her brow smoothed away by dreams. Roz let her gaze drift over her, tracing the curve of her bare shoulder peeking out from the sheets and the way her lips parted slightly with every peaceful breath.
Roz didn’t allow herself moments like this, lingering, watching someonejust because, but with Sam, everything seemed different.She makes you weak,a nagging voicewhispered in the back of her mind, but Roz silenced it, allowing herself this fragile moment of vulnerability.
“Hey, baby,” Sam mumbled, stirring slightly. Her voice was rough with sleep, but a lazy smile tugged at her lips as her eyes cracked open. She turned toward Roz, their faces only inches apart, and the sight of that smile sent warmth curling in Roz’s chest.
