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“Fuck, yes,” Samantha groaned before kissing Natalia’s inner thigh. “Show off,” she instructed before kissing her sensitive skin again and again as if her mouth was still on her pussy.

One hand gripping Samantha’s hair and the other over her clit, Natalia had to make herself slow down. She was too turned on. Too close already. She couldn’t let Samantha think she was responsible for that. Couldn’t yield that power.

Samantha’s moans reverberated in her body. Samantha’s mouth on her thigh blended with Natalia’s fingers racing over her clit. Back arched and unleashing a string of moans, Natalia let herself unravel. Let her hips buck and her legs tremble until her first orgasm grabbed her by the throat and didn’t let go.

With Samantha’s filthy urging and one of her hands finding her aching nipple through her bra, Natalia slipped two fingers inside of herself. She didn’t usually crave penetration, but with Samantha’s rapt attention and her body still yearning for more, she plunged in and imagined it was Samantha filling her.

Riding the end of her first orgasm, the second built quickly. Too quickly. It pounded through her. Samantha’s moans matched the clenching around Natalia’s fingers and when she came again, she hooked her leg around Samantha while she fantasized about her fucking her.

“That was fucking unbelievable,” Samantha said, voice hoarse and panting when Natalia slowly slid her fingers out even though she was still twitching.

Struggling to open her eyes, Natalia looked down at Samantha. She was still looking at her like she was starving. Taking a gamble she was sure she’d regret, Natalia loosened her grip on her hair and ran her nails over her scalp, combing all of Samantha’s disheveled hair back.

“Don’t like a mess, Professor?” Natalia dropped her voice. “Clean it up.”

Dark eyes flashed with villainous glee and then Samantha’s tongue was running the length of her so gently and lovingly that Natalia nearly came again.

“That’s enough,” she said when Samatha’s lips brushed her clit too closely.

As if they’d had a long conversation about rules ahead of time, Samantha stopped with military precision. Climbing on top of her, Samantha kissed her way back up Natalia’s body with significantly less hurry than she’d shown on the way down.

When she reached her mouth, Samantha kissed her deep and slow and with too much intimacy. Instead of circling her arms around her and pulling her in closer. Instead of asking her to grind against her and kiss her just like that to make her come so hard she’d risk blacking out, Natalia flipped her onto her back.

“Straighten out and take off your boxers,” Natalia demanded so that Samantha twisted around and lay across the huge bed. “If you touch me, I’ll stop,” she said while pulling off her torn underwear and tossing them on the floor, deciding to leave them there so they’d torment Samantha in the morning.

“Touch you? I—” Samantha started, but her mouth slammed shut when she realized Natalia’s intentions. “Fuuuuuck.”

Smirking to herself, Natalia straddled Samantha’s hips while facing away from her. After rubbing her soaking wet center on Samantha’s sternum, she slid backward until her knees were on either side of Samantha’s head and her hands were on her ass.

“What did I say?” Natalia asked before kissing the inside of Samantha’s knee.

“I can’t touch you,” Samantha replied like she was on the verge of tears.

Natalia bit the inside of her thigh lightly to hide her smile. “No matter what I do,” she said while slipping her hand between them to tease herself an inch from Samantha’s face.

Samantha’s blunt nails dug into Natalia’s ass while her hips jerked off the bed. “I can’t touch you,” she repeated, already breathless, “or you’ll stop.”

She slipped the tip of her finger inside herself. “I’m trusting you to obey, Professor. You’re not going to disappoint me, are you?”

Samantha’s whimpered response was so pitiful. Natalia might have felt bad for her, but the sound fueled her resolve. Fed her need.

Parting Samantha’s strong thighs, it was Natalia’s turn to bite back a moan. Soaked and glistening, the evidence of Samantha’s arousal was enough to rival Natalia’s self-control.

“Is this all for me?” She ran the tip of her finger over Samatha’s smooth skin, gliding through her wetness.

“Yes,” she groaned, hands massaging the backs of Natalia’s thighs before gripping her ass again.

Fuck, that felt good. Natalia was going to have to focus.

“You’re so hard.” Natalia slid her fingers over her clit so lightly that Samantha tipped her hips up for more. But Natalia wouldn’t be rushed. There was nothing like the first time two people touched like this. It would never be so exciting. Never be so good. “How do you think it would feel if I used my mouth?” She ran her fingers down to her entrance, using her nails just enough to elicit a different sensation.

“Please, Natalia,” Samantha begged, finally understanding her role in this. Finally accepting that Natalia was in charge. “I need you. Please.”

Collecting Samantha’s dripping arousal on her fingertips, Natalia spread it lower, finding a spot even more sensitive than her clit. At the same time that she pushed against the tight entrance with her fingers, she dipped lower and grazed Samantha’s clit with her lips.

The string of moans and hushed curses was suffocated the moment Natalia ran the tip of her tongue over Samantha’s clit and then captured it between her lips.

“Don’t stop,” Samantha cried like she was terrified that Natalia would be cruel enough to leave her like that. “Please, don’t…”