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“Please,” Sam begged, her voice husky and desperate and addictive. “I want you,” she cried.

Natalia ignored the plea. Instead, she pushed Sam’s hips higher, granting herself better access to her clit. Taking it between her lips, she sucked hard, rocking Sam backward into her mouth.

It was cruel, she knew, but she couldn’t help herself. The high of being wanted by Sam. To have her begging and quivering and crying for release was too good to pass up.

Arousal dripped into Natalia’s mouth, fueling her own painful ache. She wanted the moment to last forever. To hold Sam at the very edge for as long as possible.

“Please,” Sam begged again, and this time she pulled herself away from Natalia’s skilled tongue. “I can’t,” she said, voice cracking. “I can’t keep?—”

Natalia cut her off by slipping a finger inside of her and then another. She was so wet. So ready that she tightened around Natalia and sighed with relief.

“Since you asked nicely…” Natalia stood and squeezed the lube over the smooth silicone and pressed it to Sam’s entrance, where her fingers had been. “Take what you need.”

Instead of moving gently, Sam pushed backward into her, taking the entire length of the strap at once. With a curse, Natalia gripped her hips to keep her balance.

For a few jaw dropping seconds, Natalia watched helplessly while Sam rocked into her, movements so slow they must have been designed to torture. And then Natalia’s hands were holding her tighter, changing her pace and making her go faster.

“You feel so good,” Sam panted, meeting Natalia’s every thrust, pushing her to do it harder. Dropping her chest to the mattress again, Sam snaked her hand between her thighs.

Natalia couldn’t bring herself to tell Sam to stop. Her own desire was reaching a breaking point. She propped her foot up on the bed, opening herself up so the smooth, slightly curved base of the strap rubbed against her aching clit.

“Turn it on.” Natalia managed through her dry mouth and raw throat.

Without hesitation, Sam reached for the tiny remote near her hand. The vibration was much stronger and much more direct than Natalia anticipated. Her knee weakened, leg nearly buckling underneath her.

Cursing, Natalia adjusted the base, but there was no stopping it. Her orgasm was building too fast. Keeping the entire toy inside of her, Sam used both hands to grip the sheets and grind against Natalia. In that moment, she realized that Sam could feel the vibration, too. A destabilizing fact.

“Get on your back.” Her hammering heart made her voice too unsteady. Too loud.

Sam flipped around, her body slick with sweat and flush matching her lingering sunburned shoulders. Climbing on top of her, Natalia slid back inside of her, hands landing on either side of Sam’s head.

She wasn’t going to kiss her. She wasn’t going to let her come while she stared up at her. She wasn’t going to let herself come.

But then Sam’s legs were hooked around her thighs, and she was beautiful when she begged. “Kiss me, please, I’m so close.”

The moment Natalia captured Sam’s bottom lip between hers, her mistake was painfully evident. Sam’s tongue was in her mouth and her hips were rocking against her.

Restraint slipped through Natalia’s fingers with Sam writhing beneath her. It was too much, even for her. Wrestling the only shred of self-control she had left, Natalia breathed her husky demand, “Come.”

Sam threw her head back, signaling that she’d already begun complying. Between the orgasm etched on Sam’s face and the vibrator pressed to Natalia’s clit, she tipped over the edge right after her.

With Sam’s arms and legs locking her in place, Natalia found her mouth again and indulged in her kiss as her orgasm crested while she maintained her breakneck pace. Sam held her so close, they were gliding against each other — hot and hard and perfect.

Natalia lingered on top of her, drunk on her lips even after Sam had turned off the vibration and Natalia had pulled out of her carefully. The kiss was deep and terrifying and impossible to stop.

“Are you okay?” Sam asked, voice as soft as the hand gently rubbing her back.

Natalia opened her mouth to spit out a barb and show just how fine she was, but she couldn’t find the words. All she had was the overwhelming desire to get closer. To go deeper.

With the briefs and strap discarded on the floor, Natalia should have been ready to get the fuck out of there, but just like with Sam’s kiss, she found herself lingering in bed. Sweat-soaked sheets sticking to her damp skin.

“You should wear your necklace,” Natalia said abruptly while Sam was still recovering. “If you want to.”

“What?” Sam smoothed her hair back and tucked her hand under her head.

“With the rings,” Natalia explained, laying on her side instead of bolting for the shower.

Sam’s fingers went to an empty spot on her chest as if by reflex. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or like I haven’t healed?—”