After locating the jumpsuit, she searched for other looks she could offer London as she bided her time until Daniel could get there. He’d texted earlier, apologizing for running late. His roommate, Quentin, had some big issue with his wife that he was trying to work out and needed Daniel there for emotional support. Samiah did her best to quell her agitation. She couldn’t fault him for wanting to be a good friend. If her sister, or Taylor or London, needed her, she wouldn’t think twice about running to their aid. She just hoped to God none of her friends called on her when she was feeling this horny.
Her intercom buzzed.
“Thank goodness.” She tossed aside the off-the-shoulder sweater she’d just pulled from a hanger and raced to the keypad on her bedroom wall, becoming absurdly happy to see Daniel’s smiling face staring back at her from the display screen.
Samiah keyed him in, then moved the tablet from her bed to her dresser and slipped on a pair of shorts before rushing to her front door. She opened it and leaned against the doorjamb, waiting for him. The elevator chimed its arrival. The stainless-steel panels separated and he walked out, turning left and striding toward her condo with purpose.
He stopped two feet in front of her.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” she answered. She tilted her head toward the open door, inviting him inside. The second she closed the door behind her, she went in for a kiss, wrapping her arms around his head and slamming her body flush against his. It was a chaotic mingling of lips, teeth, and tongue, all vying for position as they tried to inhale each other on their way to the living room.
Without ever relinquishing her mouth, Daniel peeled his jacket off and tossed it on the armless accent chair next to her couch. His hands caught the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it up and over her head, then he peeled down the cups of the bra that should have been off already—dammit—and licked first one, then the other nipple with his strong, wet tongue.
Samiah fell back onto the couch and urged him to follow, cradling his head between her hands as he laved her breast with sure, toe-curling strokes. A desperate moan slipped from her lips. As much as she loved foreplay, her body demanded they skip the appetizer and get straight to the main course.
Just as she was about to tell Daniel her wishes, he left her breasts and began pressing light kisses down her torso. He dropped to his knees, hooked his thumbs underneath the rim of her shorts and panties, and tugged them over her hips and down her legs. The ambient air hit her heated center, causing her to shiver. Or maybe it was the man hunched over her. He wedged his shoulders between her thighs and Samiah decided she wanted to remain in this position until the end of time.
“Holy fuck, you look amazing,” Daniel said, his warm breath wisping across her sensitive skin.
He ran both palms up and down her thighs before dipping his head and stroking the tip of his tongue between her legs. Samiah braced her hands on either side of her and lifted her lower half up, feeding herself to him. His decadent licks grew more insistent with each sweep of his tongue, spreading her open and delving inside, driving her out of her mind.
Pressure started to build low in her belly, the sensation blossoming from her core and spreading throughout her limbs, until it felt as if her entire body was on the verge of erupting. He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard, and she went off like a cannon, her body’s response so powerful she felt it across every single inch of her skin.
Daniel rode out her orgasm on his knees, his mouth still intent on giving her more pleasure than she knew what to do with. He continued his relentless pursuit, sending another heart-stopping orgasm spiraling through her before wrapping her legs around his waist and carrying her to her bedroom. Once there, he did with his powerful erection what he’d done with his mouth, bringing on climax after sweet, fiery climax, until Samiah was ready to surrender every single piece of herself to him.
She gripped his shoulders and levered herself up on her elbows, then with a strong push, flipped their positions.
“Can’t a girl get a piece of this action?”
A stunned smile lit up his face. He held his hands up. “Have at it.”
Steadying herself with one hand against his tight abdomen, Samiah used the other to guide him inside of her. She tilted her head back, bringing her hands behind her and bracing them on his strong thighs. She rolled her hips back and forth, riding him like her life depended on it.
They found an addicting rhythm; quick, shallow dips followed by slow, deep plunges. That intoxicating tremor fluttered to life in her belly once again. She tried to stave it off, fought to make this time last a bit longer, but when Daniel clasped her waist and held her down just as he tilted his hips upward and thrust into her, her world once again exploded in a blinding burst of sensations that ricocheted throughout her body.
She screamed her release toward the ceiling, then collapsed onto his chest.
“My God,” Samiah breathed. “Do the Marines give out medals for this kind of stuff? Is that why you’re so good at it?”
She felt his laugh rumbling beneath her cheek.
She snuggled more securely against him, relishing the feel of his warm skin against her body. She could get used to feeling this replete every night.
Goodness, where had that come from? It was insane to even begin thinking in terms of lying beside him on a nightly basis.
But, then again, maybe it wasn’t.
She knew couples who’d moved in after dating just a few weeks. Hell, look at the people who met on those crazy reality TV shows. Some of them were making it work despite not knowing anything about their significant other beforehand. At least she and Daniel had been together longer than the people onMarried at First Sightor90 Day Fiancé.
Okay, they hadn’t known each other ninety days yet, but what was another thirty days?
“Stop it.”
“What was that?” Daniel asked.
“Huh? Nothing,” she said. “I need to use the bathroom.”
