“Good.”

  Sam pressed on her swollen clit. Again she couldn’t stop the sound that came to her lips, her body clenching tight on Sam’s hand. Let the neighbors hear everything. They’d only wish they had sex this good.

  When the wave passed and Terri relaxed, Sam pulled out of her. The feeling of loss was enough to make Terri grab Sam’s wrist. She needed something inside her again, but Sam shook her head. “You’ll get more when I’m ready to give it to you.”

  A whimper escaped before Terri could stop it. Sam only pressed a wet fingertip to her lips in response. She sucked it in, tasting her wetness on Sam’s fingers, then let it slip out of her lips. “I want to taste your cum, not mine.”

  “Enough to beg for it?”

  The intensity in Sam’s eyes took away Terri’s voice. She nodded, but Sam held her gaze and she knew she had to answer. “On my hands and knees if I have to.”

  “That might get you something.” Sam tugged Terri’s skirt back into position. The seam was a little askew, but otherwise no one would know Sam’s hands had nearly ripped it. “I was going to tell you that I liked your skirt. All day I’ve been having trouble not thinking about taking it off you.”

  “I think you made your point.” Terri smoothed the fabric.

  “You’re so presentable. Almost like nothing happened.”

  “Then maybe you should take me up to your room and make it look like something happened.” Terri stepped forward and lightly brushed her lips against Sam’s. She pulled back and whispered, “I want to be sore when I leave so I can remember you.”

  “You’ll be so sore you’ll make plans to come back.”

  She knew Sam wasn’t giving up. And maybe she needed to reevaluate things. They didn’t have to date to meet up for sex. Without any commitment maybe it could work? Driving six hours for an orgasm like the one Sam had given her might be worth it. Plus, without any expectation that it would be a regular thing, they could escape the drama of long distance. Of course she’d have to get used to the idea that she wouldn’t be the only woman Sam had in her bed.

  Sam turned and headed for the side door. Terri followed. Her underwear was soaked but Sam would have it off in no time, and if everything went as she hoped, she wouldn’t need clothes for the rest of the night.

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Sam went to the kitchen and filled two glasses of water. Since Terri had come down the stairs that morning in nothing but one of her collared shirts, the buttons only halfway done, she’d wanted her. Being turned on all day was one part epic and one part torture. And what had happened in the garage had taken the edge off, but it wasn’t enough by a long shot.

  Terri waited for her to pass one of the glasses and then took a long sip. Sam watched her swallow, noticing again the red mark on her neck. It stood out against the paleness of her skin and reminded Sam of all the other things she’d like to do.

  “I haven’t gotten into BDSM much. But you make me think about it.” Sam hesitated. They weren’t dating, so why not really go for the sex? That was what Terri wanted anyway.

  “I’m listening.”

  When Terri tilted her head up to Sam, it was hard to think of anything but kissing her. But if they were going further than last night, she needed to know how far Terri wanted to take things.

  “You like it when I push you. When there’s a little pain.” Sam waited in case Terri wanted to disagree. When she didn’t, she continued, “And you like it when I make you submit.”

  Terri reached for her glass again. She took another sip, but her eyes never left Sam’s. The feeling of anticipation, eagerness, was undeniable.

  Sam continued. “I’m not going to lie—I love it when you let me do what I want. I’ve always liked being a top, but I’ve never stopped to think about what I get out of it. It’s always been about pleasing whoever I’m with. You make me want more.”

  Terri only waited for her to go on. But Sam knew she was on the same page even if she wasn’t saying it out loud.

  “Next weekend, after the wedding gig, I could drive up to Sacramento. I’d like to see you tied up.”

  Terri gave a half-nod, accepting the plan, and then shifted forward to touch Sam’s chest. “What about tonight?”

  “Tonight I have other ideas. But unless you want to make this a regular thing, I think you should leave now.”

  Terri swallowed. Her hand dropped off Sam’s chest. She studied her glass for a moment and then said, “I want sex with you to be a regular thing.”

  “We’re getting somewhere. That wasn’t that hard to admit, was it?”

  Terri raised her eyes to meet Sam’s. “You’re right. I like a little pain. And I never thought I’d say it, but I like you in charge. You telling me what I can and can’t do does something to me.”

  “Then we agree that this can work for both of us.” Mostly. Sam pushed away the nagging thought that the closer she got to Terri, the harder it would be for her to keep things only about sex. “I have to know that you’ll say something if we’re going too far. I don’t want to really hurt you.”

  “I’ll tell you,” Terri promised.

  “Then you should go sit on my bed and wait for me.”

  Terri’s lips parted. She seemed about to argue but then reconsidered. When she obediently turned and headed upstairs, desire surged through Sam. Her arousal told her to forget their earlier fight and the compromise she didn’t like.

  She went over to the cabinet and found a matchbook. With the drapes drawn, candlelight would be nice and she had an idea that Terri would like the sensation of hot oil on her skin. Along with the new strap-on, she’d bought massage candles and extra lube. She kicked herself for not buying the handcuffs she’d considered. But at least now she had an excuse for another night.

  While Terri had slept that morning, Sam had taken her harness and the cock downstairs to clean them. Now she grabbed both and dropped her jeans to assemble the package. As soon as the cock was fitted in the o-ring, the base pressed right where she wanted it on her clit, she pulled her jeans back on. The bulge was obvious even with the cock pointed downward, but she wanted Terri to see it.

  Terri was waiting on the bed, her hands clasped in her lap and her ankles crossed. Her gaze went right to Sam’s crotch and her tongue slid over her lips.

  “Like what you see?”

  “I do.”

  She started to get up, but Sam shook her head and Terri dropped back on the bed with a frustrated growl. Sam ignored her to light two of the candles—almond and sandalwood—and then closed the drapes. It wasn’t as dark as she wanted it, but the change in the light turned on her other senses. She pulled off her shirt and eyed Terri.

  “You should take off your shirt too.”

  Terri stood up and pulled off the shirt she was wearing. She waited for her next direction.

  “And the bra.”

  Terri reached around and unclasped her bra. The pink tips of her nipples caught Sam’s attention as much as the perfect fullness of her breasts. She wanted them in her hands, but waiting would make the reward even better. Her eyes strayed from the plum blossom branch tattooed above Terri’s left breast down to the waistband of her skirt. The paleness of Terri’s skin coupled with the softness of her belly tested Sam’s resolve on delayed gratification.

  “Now your skirt.”

  Terri found the zipper and tugged. She stepped out of the material and then straightened up. When she fixed a look on Sam, one part uncertainty and another part obvious pride in her gorgeous body, Sam wanted to rip the black silk bikini underwear right off her. But she didn’t move a muscle.

  Terri shivered like a chill had gone up her spine. The room was cool, but she’d be warm soon. Sam would make sure of that.

  “Since I had my hands all over it, I know your underwear’s already wet. You should toss it in my hamper.”

  Terri hooked her thumbs under the waistband and slowly pulled the black silk down her thighs. When she passed her knees, she stepped out of them. She bent to pick them up off the floor.

  “I like the idea of you driving all the way back to Sacramento without any underwear…”

  “You tell me and I’ll do it.” Terri held up her panties. “Where’s your hamper?”

  “Closet.” Sam gave a nod to the closed door.

  Terri had to walk past Sam. When she opened the closet door, Sam stepped behind her, stroking over her butt cheeks and then down her thighs. Terri held her breath as Sam made her way back up again.

  “I didn’t tell you to stop what you were doing.”

  Terri exhaled. She managed to open the hamper and toss in the underwear, then looked over her shoulder at Sam. When she’d shivered earlier, Sam had assumed she was cold, but her skin was warm. “You’re nervous,” Sam guessed.

  “I shouldn’t be. But I am.”

  “Do you want to stop?”

  “No. Not at all.”

  Sam’s grip strayed to Terri’s hips. She wanted to pull Terri back a step to let her feel her cock against her butt, but she resisted.

  “Can I turn around?”

  “Not until I tell you.” Sam gathered Terri’s red curls and pushed her hair over one shoulder. She kissed her neck, her shoulders, and down her spine. Then she kissed the dimples above Terri’s butt and straightened up. Her body begged to be let loose, to give Terri what she wanted, what they both wanted.

  When she stepped forward, her chest pressed against Terri’s back. The feel of skin against skin only cranked up her arousal. She shifted her hips and her cock pushed forward. Terri braced herself, one hand on the hamper, the other on the closet doorjamb.

  “I want you inside me.”

  “I know you do.” Sam stepped back, taking away the pressure. Her clit throbbed, reminding her exactly how ready her own body was for this. “Turn around.”

  Terri did. When she tried to kiss her, Sam stopped her with a hand between her breasts. She lightly caressed one of Terri’s nipples, and the tip firmed with her attention.

  “You don’t have to be gentle.”

  Sam nodded, but let the nipple slip out of her grasp. “Take off my jeans.”

  Having someone undo her fly was an unexpected turn-on. Terri didn’t rush it. She undid the top button. Then with a tug, slowly pulled the zipper down. Her hand brushed Sam’s cock, but she didn’t try stroking it. Sam would have stopped her anyway, despite how she wanted that.

  Terri dropped to her knees as she pulled Sam’s jeans all the way off. She ran a finger along the leather harness but stopped at the o-ring. “May I touch?”

  Sam was too turned on to properly give orders now. But she forced herself to focus. “You forgot you’re supposed to say ‘please.’”

  Terri licked her lips. God, she was eager. “Please may I touch?”

  “Stand up.”

  Terri did and Sam spun the cock so it was pointed up. She took Terri’s hand and placed it on the shaft. She had no doubt that Terri had given hand jobs before, but that only made what she wanted more real. When she closed her eyes, Terri was holding her cock—not something she’d bought in a sex shop but something that was part of her. She let Terri’s hands work until her clit pulsed with need. As good as it felt, she wanted to come inside Terri. She stepped back and Terri let go.

  “You know that idea you had earlier…” Terri’s voice trailed. She looked from Sam’s cock up to her eyes. “About you having me bent over your bed?”

  “What about it?”

  “I’d like that.”

  “Then go put your hands on the bed.” Sam felt a rush of fresh desire as Terri walked past her. Keeping things only about sex might not be as awful as she’d thought. The arrangement freed them both to ask for, and get, exactly what they wanted.

  Terri brushed the covers until they were smooth and then set both hands on the mattress. She looked back at Sam. “When do I say ‘please’?”

  “You’ll know.” Sam went over to the nightstand for the lube. She coated her cock and then squirted more into her palm.

  When she spread the lube on Terri’s slit, the sounds that came out of Terri were nearly enough to make her come. “You like that?”

  “I like everything your hands do to me.”

  “Good.” Sam stepped forward. The tip of her cock nudged Terri. “You like this too?”

  “Too damn much.” Terri dropped onto her belly and shifted her legs apart.

  Knowing how much Terri wanted it turned Sam’s arousal into a blaze. She forced her hand to go slow as she lightly traced a tattoo of the sun on Terri’s back.

  “You know you don’t have to be gentle,” Terri said.

  Every muscle in Sam’s body begged her to push inside, but she stepped back. “Close your eyes.”

  Terri looked over her shoulder. The challenge in her gaze only confirmed how much Sam wanted to push her. “Close your eyes,” she repeated.

  When Terri finally obliged, turning her face to the other side and closing her eyes, Sam went back to the nightstand and picked up the sandalwood massage candle.

  “This might burn a little. But only a little.”

  Terri gripped the sheets as soon as the candle’s oil hit her skin. A soft gasp escaped her lips, but then she clenched her jaw, her eyes still squeezed shut. Sam drew a circle with the oil and then massaged Terri’s back and butt with it. The oil wasn’t hot enough to actually burn, but she knew it would give Terri the pain she wanted. As much as she wanted to satisfy that need, she couldn’t bear the thought of truly hurting her.

  “More,” Terri murmured.

  Sam let one drip hit the back of Terri’s thigh, and then a moment later, she let a drip slide into the crevice between her butt cheeks. Terri trembled under her. Regular candle wax hardened away from the flame, but this absorbed easily, and the sandalwood scent blended well with Terri’s subtle musk.

  As Sam worked the oil over Terri’s back, the sounds of her pleasure filled the room. Terri’s eyes were still closed and her lashes only fluttered when Sam kissed her cheek. “I like you bent over my bed. It’s a good look.”

  “I should be annoyed with you for that, but I can’t be right now. I want you inside me too damn much.” Terri arched her back, pushing her butt against Sam’s groin.

  “Spread your legs more. I want to see all of you.”

  When Terri complied, Sam stroked up Terri’s slit, causing a string of “Fuck yeses.” As she dipped her fingers inside, the thrill was the same as when she dove into the ocean and took her first stroke over the breakers. God, Terri was dripping for her. She reached down to adjust her cock and then pushed the tip inside Terri.

  The gasping moan that came from Terri’s lips turned to a long “oh” as Sam shifted deeper. She pinned Terri under her, her chest pressed against Terri’s back, as she changed the angle of the cock. When she pulled back and thrust again, she sank all the way in. Terri’s butt cheeks pressed against her hips. Her clit buzzed as she started to pump.

  “Please don’t stop.” Terri moaned again.

  Stroke after stroke, Sam felt her body responding to Terri’s sounds—the groans and the soft cries—all building her fire. She loved the sight of her cock disappearing between Terri’s legs as much as seeing the length and width of it when she pulled back. But nothing was better than the feel of pushing against Terri’s butt every time she drove in all the way.

  The base of the cock rubbed against her clit each time she went deep, and she rocked back and forth to increase the stimulation.

  “You want it harder?”

  “Please.”

  Terri kept her eyes closed and Sam sank in. She pumped her hips, bumping Terri’s backside as she drove in with more force. She didn’t want to stop, but suddenly she couldn’t hold back her orgasm. One more thrust and she found her release.

  She pulled all the way out, the overwhelming strength of her climax besting her attempts to keep fucking. Terri trembled under her. She hadn’t loosened her grip on the sheets and her eyes were still closed, but she pushed back against Sam, still needing her own satisfaction. Sam reached between Terri’s legs and fingered her swollen clit. She stroked fast, not letting up even when Terri arched her back and cried out.

  Terri collapsed on the floor against the bed. She was still twitching when Sam wrapped her arms around her. “I need you,” she managed.

  “I know you do.”

  “Fuck you,” Terri said, still breathless. “I mean I need your hand, asshole. God, what you do to me. Please—touch me.”

  Sam slid through Terri’s wetness and found her swollen clit. Terri tensed, her thighs tightly clenching Sam, as she cried out again. Her scream was something some caged animal would make after it had busted free, and Sam took pride in knowing she’d brought that out. But it was nothing compared to what Terri had done to her.

  After the waves of the orgasm seemed to ebb, Sam withdrew her hand. Terri curled up against her, resting her head against Sam’s chest and sighing softly. Half in Sam’s lap and half on the floor, she was finally quiet, all of her needs satisfied.

  Sam wanted to admit that her own orgasm was the best she’d ever had, but she didn’t dare break the spell with words. Minutes passed and she felt Terri shiver.

  “Do you want to get into bed?” The wood floor was cold, and they were both naked. The only warmth came from their shared heat.

  Terri shook her head. “Hold me a little longer. Right here. I don’t want to fall asleep.”

  “You’ll have me next week, you know.”

  “Next week is too long to wait,” Terri complained. “And I think you mean that you’ll have me. I’m going to be tied up…God, that sounds so damn good.” She snuggled even closer to Sam. “I like you a lot, you know. More than I should.”

  Sam wanted to echo the same words. “It’s only the afterglow. Come Monday you’ll go back to being mad at me.”

  “Which is why you should take full advantage of me tonight.”

  “I think I just did.” Sam smiled even though Terri couldn’t see it. “But give me a minute and I’ll be ready for another round. I might make you work for it this time.”

  “I don’t know if I’ll be able to move.”