Dana smirked up at her.
“Fuck, Dana,” Samara added, placing her hands on the back of Dana’s head. “That was sexy as hell.”
Dana just kissed the inside of Samara’s thigh and waited. A few seconds later, Samara had her leg hooked over Dana’s shoulder, and Dana stared at her sex then, red, swollen, and wet, but not from the shower.
“You’re beautiful,” she said and leaned in.
“I imaginedthis, too,” Samara revealed.
“Yeah? How did it go?”
“Better than it ever had in real life,” Samara replied, wiggling her eyebrows down at her.
“Challenge accepted,” she said before she leaned in and licked hard.
“Oh, yes!” Samara let out.
And it didn’t take long. Dana had hoped it would take a while because she wanted to show Samara how good sex with a woman could be – how, when you were with someone who understood how to make it good for themselves, it could feel even better – but before she was able to fully begin swirling her tongue around in a practiced pattern, Samara came, with her hips thrusting into Dana’s mouth. Dana sucked instead then, wanting to make sure she did everything she could to prolong Samara’s orgasm and make it the best one of her life. When Samara tapped on her head, Dana slowed down to a stop before she stood up and kissed her.
“That was supposed to take longer. I have a thing I do sometimes that I wanted to try,” she said.
“Look at it this way: you did such a good job, I practically came right away.” Samara kissed her back. “And please don’t reference doing things to other women while you’re doing that to me.”
“I didn’t say anything about other women.”
“No? You’ve done that toyourself?”
“Are you always this sassy after sex?” Dana asked back and moved her hand between Samara’s legs.
“Maybe. But if you’re going to try to stop me, do it in the bedroom. My legs can’t stand any longer, and this water is freezing now.”
Dana reached for the handle, turned the water off, and pushed open the door.
“After you,” she said.
Samara laughed, and they got out of the shower, dripping all over the place. Dana then wrapped her arms around Samara, her lips attached to Samara’s neck, and they walked into the bedroom, where Samara had been flopped more than able to flop herself onto the bed before Dana climbed on top of her.
“The bed’s going to be soaked,” Samara noted throughher laughter.
“That’s for housekeeping to worry about later. I’m a bit preoccupied.”
“Oh, yeah? With what?” Samara asked while staring at Dana with darkening eyes.
“Fucking you all morning,” she said. “Over and over, until you beg me to stop.”
“Yes,” Samara replied in a whisper.
“Say please,” she said, moving her hand back between Samara’s thighs.
“No,” Samara replied defiantly with a quirked eyebrow.
“No?” Dana asked and flicked Samara’s clit. “Youdon’twant me to fuck you all morning?”
“No, I do, but I don’t plan on saying please.”
Dana nodded and said, “Then, I guess I should just get dressed and go.”
“Really? You’re just going to leave?” Samara asked. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”
