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Chapter Ten

I woke up with a gasp, moaning as a deep, lusty orgasm tore me in two. Before I could make sense of the morning light streaming into the bedroom, Samirah made her presence known by sucking my clit at the break of day.

"My God." I groaned, my hands falling to her hair as her tongue lashed at me, spearing me deeply as I came a second time against her hungry mouth. "Sam."

"Morning, honey," she said, her voice a husky croon. She licked every inch of me, before crawling up my body to suck my nipples. My shaking hands touched her anywhere they could, until she lay down on top of me, resting her chin on my chest. Her smile, sweet yet guilty, made me laugh.

"What was that?" I moaned as shocks of pleasure still fired here and there.

"Waking you up with orgasms. Didn't I mention it's one of my specialties?"

"I thought anesthesiology was your specialty." My breathing slowed down and she laughed.

"Quite the opposite in my bedroom life." She took my nipple between her teeth and gave me the gentlest nip ever. I sucked in my breath and she snickered.

"Sit on me. Let me taste you." I moaned as I wriggled under her attention, my toes digging into her thighs.

"Is that what you want, Rosie?" Her teeth nearly chattered and I nodded.

"Yes. Let me?" I reached for her and she glanced toward the window as if considering it. I stroked her cheek and she looked back at me. "Only if you want to. Safe words count here, too."

"I want to." A grin melted across her lips. "Will you let me spank you?"

My stomach fluttered and I gnawed at my bottom lip as I pondered her proposition. "Yes."

"You're a kinky little bottom, aren't you?" She nipped at my breasts before crawling over me to straddle my stomach. I palmed her breasts, and gave her piercings a gentle twist. Her stomach jumped and her hot, soaked core against my skin told me I'd done something right.

"I think you've turned me into one." I gripped her hips and shifted downward. She propped one foot on the bed, pressed her fingers against her mons, then angled her clit toward my mouth.

I flicked my tongue over her once. "Anything you don't like?"

"Don't bite me, naughty." She grunted before tracing her exposed clit over my lips. "I come fast."

"I noticed. But long and deliciously." My entire body quaked at her erotic gesture and I kept lapping at her every time she allowed me to. "Your little ring keeps your clit entertained."

"Confession," she said, panting heavily as her sweet nectar coated my lips. "When I fucked you in the kitchen, I came three times and you never noticed."

Before I could respond, she closed the gap between us and allowed me to take her. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and devoured her like I'd ached to do for ages. Moans left me, muffled by her ripe folds.

"Fuck." A soft groan escaped her and she grabbed onto the headboard as she rocked against my face. I couldn't stop the pace my mouth demanded. I never wanted someone so much in my life. Her whole body shook as she came, flooding me with sweetness while I lapped at her from back to front, ending with several lashes over her clit. Her back arched, face contorted, and I held her in the deep, raging orgasm as long as I could.

Sweat beaded her brow, and she dropped her head on her arm as her bent leg trembled almost violently. She came for what seemed like a full minute until she shook too hard to hold herself up. I caught her when she returned to sitting on me, and pulled her into a hug.

"My God, Sam." I kissed her all over her face and she hid against my neck. I cupped the back of her head and she raked her nails up my side. I sucked in my breath and shuddered from the sensation.

In time, she relaxed and we lay together with our cores pressed against each other's thighs. I rocked against her leg and she smiled when she leaned up on her elbow, her index finger pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked her finger before returning her smile. She chuckled and propped her head on her hand.

"Three times, huh?" I asked, reflecting back on her confession.

"I come every time I go down on you. Now you know my secret."

"You're very quiet about it."

"It's my secret Domme power. The more pleasure I inflict on you, the more I feel in return."

"I think BDSM is important to you, Sam." I tucked her hair behind her ear. "We can make love. We can fuck. And we can do scenes. You can teach me things. We can do all of that. It's not one or the other."

She grew quiet for a moment and a thoughtful expression tumbled over her features. "It helped me heal and feel better about myself."