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"Yes. Please."

"Mmm. No need to beg. I'm going to give you everything you want." She placed a long lick on my thigh and my body quivered under her. "Arms above your head, my sweet."

I listened to her, gripping the counter top as if my life depended on it. The near-bow left me feeling exposed and excited at the same time. Samirah leaned down to kiss the spot just above my clit, and I felt my own wetness trickling from my core.

"My God," she said, breathing out a hot breath against me before licking me from my entrance to my clit. I cried out and my stomach twitched almost violently. Samirah smiled, brushing her lips over my folds before she dove in completely.

She urged my thighs wide, propping one of my feet on the counter, before pressing her tongue against my slit. Soft, languid laps followed and my body arched against the cold marble. Every time her tongue touched me, my legs quaked as if threatening an early release. Samirah used her fingers to part my soaked folds, then rotated between licks and flicks.

I moaned out my lust, gnawing on my lip as she thrust me up the path toward explosion. My mind emptied of any and all thoughts save for the pleasure she coaxed from me. She held me in stasis, edging me closer and closer, until finally her lips wrapped my clit. In soft, quick sucks and releases, she toyed with me until I couldn't take it anymore. Sweat beaded my brow, my body burned with heat, and my legs quaked so hard that I worried I would fall. Samirah was the only woman to ever treat me like this, and her unique handling had my body aching for release.

She used her fingers to stroke my folds in slow, deep circles while she sucked and flicked my clit. The moment she picked up speed, a cry left me as the waves of pleasure rocked my core. I erupted in an almost violent orgasm that spread from head to toe. My back arched, toes curled, and I shouted her name to the heavens as I came, hard and deep. A heated gush left me, and my eyes widened with surprise as I sucked in my breath. I moaned, rolling my hips against Samirah's continued movements, and she groaned into my pussy. Her soaked fingers poked at my entrance, teasing but never thrusting into me. She held me in it, my mind shattering to bits under her delicious tirade. Her tongue lashed my pussy, fast and deep, until my trembling body exploded a second time. I nearly screamed, gripping the counter top as she latched on to me, her arms around my hips.

Samirah devoured me, moaning and taking me so good that I could hardly fathom an ending. One after another, I came, losing track after the fourth climax tore me apart. She had her way with me, took me, and savored me as she floated me through the deepest strokes of pleasure to ever meet my body. With her tongue buried in me, the final release laid me to rest in a breathless heap with the cool marble pressed against my bare rear.

Samirah placed soft kisses along my labia, clit, then across my pelvis. She ended with a gentle kiss below my navel, before she rubbed my stomach in slow circles. A wave of calmness fluttered through me and I closed my eyes. Again, like a tranquilizer, every raging emotion inside me quelled to a soothing hum. In that moment, nothing else existed save for Samirah and the euphoric, weightless afterglow she held me in.

"Come to me, my sweet," she whispered, urging me into her arms. I couldn't fathom how she managed to lift me up, though the next thing I knew, she wrapped my legs around her waist, and carried me from the kitchen. She sat on the sofa, with me in her lap, and placed soft kisses across my brow before guiding my head to her shoulder. Samirah rubbed my back, then pulled a cozy blanket around me while she cuddled me. I closed my eyes, burying my face against her neck, and breathing in her sweet perfume.

The weight of comfortable sleep beckoned me, pulling me down into a warm, fluffy, safe bed laden with cloud-like pillows. My body tingled as I floated in this space, though the awareness of Samirah's arms around me never left. I never wanted the feeling to stop. I wanted to stay there with her forever. Her lips brushed my ear, and she rubbed my back until I drifted off.

***

I gasped when I woke up, my heart pounding. Samirah cupped my face immediately, and the familiarity of her and the surroundings calmed me right away. I grabbed her in a hug and she kissed my cheek. I felt her lips part in a smile.

"Hello, little fairy," she whispered, and I let out a soft laugh.

"Hi," I croaked, my voice hoarse. I leaned back to look at her and her hands fell to my waist. "Did I fall asleep?"

"For a little bit." She nodded while tucking my hair behind my ears. I no longer wore my boots and yet another pair of purple socks covered my feet. I leaned my forehead against hers and closed my eyes. Samirah continued to stroke my hair, tucking it behind my ears.

A swell of emotion tightened my throat and I fought to swallow it down. The sense of serenity began to lift, and I ached to hold on to it for a moment longer. Samirah brushed her thumb over my cheek, and I felt the dampness left behind by a stray tear.

"You're okay," she whispered. "I have you." I nodded and she ran her knuckle over my lips. I kissed her finger and opened my eyes to gaze at her pretty hazel eyes, moody with her dark makeup.

"What did you do to me?"

"Well, first I started with a kiss…" she teased, her smile broadening. I laughed and placed a soft kiss on her lips. She met me there and rubbed my back again.

"I'm so sleepy," I said, after we parted. "And hungry."

"Good." She stroked my arm as if helping me rouse from sleep. "How about we order some dinner?"

"Okay." I nodded my agreement then leaned back to sit upright in her lap, acutely aware that I wore no panties under my dress and Samirah removed my belt as well. She let her hands fall to my thighs and stroked them from knee to hip, again as if attempting to keep me awake.

"How do you feel?"

"Really good. Do it again."

She chuckled, poking my bottom lip, and only then did I notice my pout. "Oh, I plan to. First I want to ask you a few things."

"Like what?" I let my hands rest on her shoulders while toying with the hair at the base of her neck. A shiver raced through her and she smiled. "You like that?"

"I do. Very much." She blinked slowly when I repeated the gesture. "I want to ask you what your limits are and what you don't like when it comes to sex."

"No one's ever asked me that," I said, continuing to play with her hair. "I'm not sure."

"I think you're sure, but you're worried that what you'll say will disappoint me." She poked my nose. "I'm learning your methods, girl."