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Gaze raking up Samantha’s body, Natalia slid her finger into the band of her underwear. “I haven’t even touched you yet, Professor.” She pulled the fabric over her hipbones. “How are you going to survive the rest of this evening?”

Through half-lidded eyes, Samantha looked at her like she was already too turned on to care about appearances. Or maybe she never cared about them at all. Lunging forward, Samantha snatched Natalia by the hips and pulled her on top of her.

Catching Natalia off guard, Samantha managed to flip her onto her back. She nestled between Natalia’s thighs like she’d been tailored to fit. Pressing against her wasn’t enough. Natalia needed to feel all of her. Her weight. Her warmth.

Clawing at her back, Natalia urged her to grind against her harder, faster. But Samantha didn’t change her pace. With each swing of Samantha’s hips, Natalia’s underwear slid against her, showing her how wet she was. Showing her how much wetter she could get.

Mouth hot and hungry, Samantha kissed a searing line down the side of her neck, her hips maintaining their frustratingly slow rhythm. Natalia made a fist in her hair and guided her mouth down her chest and over her lacy bra.

Samantha found her stiff nipple immediately. Circled her lips around it and flicked it with her tongue, sending a wave of desire pulling at her depths, making her back arch off the bed. And then Samantha was snaking her hand between their bodies.

When she found the evidence of Natalia’s arousal with her fingertips, Samantha moaned. Releasing Natalia’s sensitive nipple, Samantha hovered over her lips.

“Fuck, Natalia. You feel so good,” Samantha breathed against her, hot and trembling like she might unravel at the touch.

The combination of Samantha’s fingers working beneath her underwear and her moans mixing with their messy kiss overwhelmed Natalia’s senses. She was spinning, losing her iron grip.

Rocking to one side, Natalia rolled Samantha onto her back before straddling her hips. Samantha didn’t give her a chance. Sitting up, Samantha wrapped her arms around her and claimed her lips.

She kissed like it was an act of war. Intense and targeted and making it impossible for Natalia to think. Her arms were strong, curled around her and sure as she pulled Natalia into her lap.

She should have knocked Samantha back down to the mattress, but she flung her arms around her neck instead. While Natalia was lost in their kiss, Samantha took hold of one side of her underwear and tore them.

The shock of her hard clit hitting the rough waistband of Samantha’s boxers made Natalia gasp. Thighs trembling, she let Samantha guide her hips over her pelvis. Just for a minute. Just until the sensation gathering at Natalia’s core edged too close to the line.

“Those were La Perla,” Natalia snapped when she regained control.

Samantha smirked. “Bill me.”

Natalia growled before kissing her again. Pulling her in with her, she leaned back. In a hypnotizing rhythm, she rolled her hips. Earning a moan from Samantha, she moved slowly despite Samantha’s attempt to change her tempo.

Kissing her chest and digging her fingers into her back, Samantha groaned. She moaned and whispered and cursed and made Natalia feel like touching her was a sinful indulgence. Like she was something to devour, despite her best efforts to savor.

“I need to taste you,” Samantha begged before pulling down the cup of Natalia’s bra and taking nearly her entire breast in her mouth.

Natalia cursed. The sensation of Samantha’s mouth on her added to the unbearable ache throbbing at her core. And then Samantha’s teeth were scraping over her torso, her tongue skittering over her navel.

Before she realized it, Natalia was on her back and Samantha’s hot kiss was on her inner thigh. Her hands were all over her. Her thighs, her belly, her breasts, her ass. Samantha was everywhere. Was so all-consuming that she couldn’t focus on any one touch. It was a blitz attack, and Natalia was struggling to find the will to repel it.

Glancing down, Natalia committed the sight of Samantha’s head between her legs to memory. She let herself indulge in the warmth of Samantha’s mouth on her thigh. Moaned when Samantha kissed her over the ruin of her Italian lingerie.

“God, you’re incredible,” Samantha gasped before covering her with her mouth.

The fullness of the contact sent Natalia’s lower body flying off the bed. Samantha’s hands were on her hips, slamming her back down to the mattress and holding her in place when she wrapped her lips around her aching clit.

Natalia bit back a moan, but she couldn’t stop the shudder that ripped through her body. Couldn’t stop the spike of heat emanating from her core and sending her head backward.

Moaning into her, Samantha used her lips and tongue all over her. Arms wrapped around her thighs, she kissed her lower. Lapping at her hungrily, she found her wet entrance with her tongue, teasing her before going lower.

When Samantha’s fingers found her clit while her tongue continued teasing her, Natalia’s curse tore free from her chest, leaving her throat raw and body pushed to the brink. Sliding her clit between her fingers in perfect, long sweeps, Samantha’s desperate moans matched the heat building and pushing to get free.

It was too much. Natalia couldn’t risk another second. She’d let herself get too close as it was.

“Stop,” Natalia panted, hand in Samantha’s damp hair.

Samantha stopped without hesitation and looked up at Natalia. Even in the low light, Natalia read the disappointment in Samantha’s expression. But she didn’t have time to explain that she hadn’t done anything wrong. That it had nothing to do with her.

“Just watch,” Natalia demanded, hand gliding down her body. When she reached her shockingly hard clit, she bit her bottom lip to keep herself from moaning.