“I don’t want to not have her in my life,” she admitted quietly. “I can’t stop thinking about her or wanting her.”
“Marika—” Anguish filled her ear.
“I’m sorry, Lucas,” she said and disconnected quickly. She grimaced and then jerked the door of her car open, wishing she’d been able to get past her soul-deep craving for Vinessa. She could have gone on with Lucas and been happy, even though something would have always been missing from her life.
She wiped away another tear.
“Marika?” Dallas called. “Are you okay, honey?”
Marika put on a tight smile as her friend came toward her in the parking lot.
Dallas waited for a car to pass and then jogged the last several steps. She put a hand on Marika’s arm. “Honey?”
Laughter from two nurses temporarily distracted them both as they glanced in the ladies’ direction.
“What’s wrong?” Dallas asked softly.
“Nothing,” she said, and shook her head. “Just, umm, you know. Lucas and I broke up.”
Dallas pulled her into a tight hug. “I’m sorry. When did he decide this? Did he find out about your crush on Vinessa?” Dallas pulled her away from her to meet her friend’s gaze.
“No. I don’t really want to talk about it,” she said, and then blew out a harsh breath. “I’m gonna go home.”
“I’ll come over. Rebecca will understand,” she said.
She was tempted to say yes and cancel with Vinessa, but wallowing in her sorrow wasn’t going to change anything. It would still be over with Lucas, and that would still hurt.
“It’s okay,” Marika answered. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Dallas hugged her again and kissed her on the lips. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. You go ahead and have a good cry these next few nights, and we’ll talk next week.”
Marika nodded. She might be ready to talk about what a jerk she was then. “Okay. You be careful hanging out at their home. I wish you’d go to a hotel or something.”
Dallas kissed her again. “It’s all good. Love you. Okay? Call me if you want to talk or change your mind and want me to come over.”
“Okay.”
Marika left Dallas and stopped by the store to pick up a few things, and then headed home to make dinner. Then, she took a bubble bath. She dried her hair and took her time selecting her clothes and lingerie. She opted for a simple dress and a pair of black bikini panties with a matching shelf bra. It held up her breasts perfectly while leaving them exposed. She had bought the set a few months ago to wear to Fantasy Club, but she’d chickened out at the last minute, fearing Lucas would be angry if she dressed that way for a session with Vinessa.
The sound of the doorbell had her snapping out of her reverie. Marika slipped her feet into a pair of sandals, deciding to keep the heels low since they were staying in. She hurried to the door to find Vinessa standing there with dessert.
“Hi.” Vinessa offered her a warm smile that made her heart beat faster.
“Hi.” She put her hand on her chest as she caught her breath.
“Flowers for the pretty hostess,” Vinessa said, holding up the daisies.
Marika laughed. “Thanks.” She waited for Vinessa to step inside before closing the door and leaning up to kiss her cheek. “They’re pretty. I kind of like daisies.”
“I’m glad,” Vinessa answered. “Where shall I put this?” She lifted the box in her hand.
“The kitchen,” Marika said. “I’m almost done with dinner. The chicken is finishing up in the oven.” She smoothed her hand nervously down the front of her dress. “I’ll put these in water.” She moved to the sink and opened the cabinet to remove a vase.
“I’m surprised you and Lucas didn’t live together,” Vinessa said.
“I didn’t want to, but he’s been pressing me for two years,” Marika said and glanced over her shoulder as water filled the vessel. “In the beginning I wasn’t ready.”
“And now?” Vinessa asked as she moved up behind her and rubbed the soft skin of Marika’s bare arms. “Why haven’t you changed your mind?” She kissed the side of Marika’s neck and nuzzled down to the curve where neck and shoulder met. Marika sighed softly, enjoying the feel of Vinessa’s lips against her skin.
She turned off the water. “I don’t know.” Her thoughts collided into each other. She couldn’t think straight with Vinessa this close touching her. “I think something was missing.” She fumbled with the small packet included with the flowers to make them last longer.
“Like what?” Vinessa asked as she caressed Marika’s hips and nuzzled the back of her neck.
“I don’t know,” she said, arching against Vinessa. She slipped the daises into the vase. “I want you.” Her blood was warming to boiling in her veins and her clit was swelling, eager to be caressed by this woman.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Vinessa said as she wrapped her arms around Marika’s waist. “How long before dinner?”
Marika trembled, eager to be loved again by Vinessa. “I can turn off the oven and take it out.”
“Then, do it,” Vinessa ordered as she released her.
She grabbed an oven mitt and pulled open the oven door. She quickly removed the roasting pan and set it on the stove.
Marika turned to her as she tossed the mitt onto the counter and Vinessa laughed as she closed the distance between them. Vinessa claimed Marika’s lips softly as her hands slid down to cup her ass.
“I want you.” Her tone was thick as she backed Marika against the counter next to the stove and pushed her hand beneath her dress. She pushed her fingers past the leg band of Marika’s silky panties and straight into the hot, damp canal of her pussy.
Marika gasped with pleasure and scraped her fingers along Vinessa’s back. “Oh, God,” she said roughly. “I love how good your fingers feel inside me.”
Vinessa withdrew her fingers and pushed Marika’s panties down. “Hold your dress up, sweetheart.”
Marika lifted her dress, and Vinessa lifted her onto the counter. Vinessa claimed her lips in a greedy kiss as she pulled Marika’s thighs apart and moved between them. Marika’s arms curled around her neck of their own accord, and she arched into Vinessa, moaning as their tongues dueled, stroked together. Vinessa’s tongue retreated and Marika’s chased it with a soft whimper.
Vinessa pulled Marika to the edge of the counter and rubbed the bulge of her dildo against her lover’s pussy lips.
“Yes.” Marika moaned softly as Vinessa trailed kisses along her jaw to her ear.
“I’m going to fuck you on the counter,” she whispered.
“I hope you do, Mistress,” she said, tilting her head to one side, giving Vinessa better access to the side of her neck. “I want you so bad.”
“How does this dress come off?”
“Zipper at the side,” Marika answered, her mind barely processing the question. She was a box of kindling and Vinessa’s kiss, her touch was a lit match. She stroked her hands down Vinessa’s back in eager anticipation of being naked before her.
Vinessa nipped the side of Marika’s neck, sucked it as she slowly dragged the zipper down. The brush of cool air across her back and her heart pounded hard and fast as Vinessa pushed the bodice down. Her eyes gleamed with approval and a sexy chuckle issued forth.
“Damn, I almost feel like a foregone conclusion,” Vinessa teased. “I think I should reward you for your planning.” She pinched one nipple and Marika hissed.
“Thank you, Mistress.”
Vinessa chuckled again and pinched the other nipple. “You’re very welcome, delicious sweetheart.” Vinessa slapped one full mound before lowering her head to lick over the ripe, pink peak.
Marika’s eyes closed as bliss rocked her, made her pussy weep, and her womb clenched as hunger began to ravage her body. Sharp teeth scraped over her tender nipple, a tongue tip flicked it, and Marika groaned roughly as she pushed one hand into Vinessa’s hair. She tugged t
he silky strands unconsciously as she thrust her chest forward. “Vinessa,” Marika breathed out roughly as she tipped her head back and soft lips skimmed from one nipple to the other.
Her fingers plucked at the nipple her lips had just vacated and Marika groaned. She was slowly coming apart. “Oh, fuck, Vinessa.” She hissed as sharp teeth bit her before sucking her nipple hard. The sting of pain heightened her pleasure even more, adding another fine layer of bliss to her rampant arousal.
Vinessa sucked hard, and Marika cried out as pinpricks of pleasure assaulted her breasts. Then Vinessa’s fingers were brushing over the softness of her pussy lips.
“You’re so wet.” She pressed her fingers up the damp slit to the swollen nubbin of her clit.
Marika gasped. “Yes, Vinessa. You’re making me feel so good, Mistress.”
Vinessa sucked and laved at Marika’s nipple, and Marika’s breath came out in jagged pants as slim fingers whispered over her clit. Her hips jerked, and her fingers clenched tighter in the soft, thick waves of Vinessa’s hair.
“Ooo!” She drew in a ragged breath.
Vinessa’s thumb pressed against her clit while one finger tested the readiness of her pussy. Sliding in through the sticky syrup, her finger penetrated the tight cavern.
She gripped Vinessa’s shoulder with her free hand as she rolled her hips, trying to impale herself on Vinessa’s finger. “Please! Please!”
Vinessa’s chuckle reached her ears through the rush of her pulse. “Do you want more, Marika?”
Marika nodded frantically and Vinessa gave her thigh a slap. “Yes! I want more!” The words were almost a scream.
“I can smell how hot you are, and I want to eat you.”
Marika trembled, her womb clenching. “Please, touch me.”
“Like this?” She drew her finger out and thrust it back before pressing against her clit.
Marika gasped, breathing harder. “Like that.”
Vinessa withdrew her finger and pressed two back into the tight, clenching, humid depths. “Your pussy’s so scorching, baby.” She pressed her thumb more firmly against Marika’s clit and fucked her with rough strokes. Marika writhed against her hand, gripped her hair, and whimpered as she tried to grind against her.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, yesss!” She mewled as Vinessa took her faster, with possessive efficiency, as if she was laying claim to her body. Marika threw her head back against the counter door as bliss began to roll over her like waves crashing against the shore, then Vinessa withdrew her fingers.
Chapter Seven
Marika watched with anticipation as Vinessa pushed the skirt of her dress up, revealing the tanned skin of thighs that were damp with Marika’s cream.
Vinessa lowered her head and brushed her lips over the soft skin. Her warm tongue played over the top of one thigh and then moved to the crease where thigh and hip met. She nipped her lightly before licking a path to Marika’s inner thigh. She pressed kisses within inches of Marika’s dripping cunt.
“Your pussy smells so hot and sweet, Marika.” Vinessa looked up at her from her bent position. She licked up her slit keeping her eyes on Marika’s. Marika’s hips jerked and her thighs fell wider apart. “You like the feel of my tongue on your cunt?”
Marika nodded. “Yes, Mistress,” she said in a drowsed tone. “It feels so good.”
Vinessa used two fingers to part the plump pussy lips before dipping her tongue between them and into the simmering depths of feminine heat. She fucked her with lazy strokes, drawing soft grunts from Marika before trailing her tongue up to the erect nubbin. She licked around it and Marika cried out, burying her hands in Vinessa’s hair.
Vinessa’s tongue was a blade of pleasure as it circled her clit and lightly flickered over it. She licked over Marika’s pleasure button again and then stroked it with a slim finger before sucking it. Bliss shot through her, a sharp stab. She tried to thrust her hips up, but Vinessa held them down with an arm across them.
“Vinessa!” She screamed from the increasing rapture that tightened its hold on her as a finger pushed into the channel of her pussy. Damn, it was just too good. She pulled Vinessa’s hair as her tongue whipped up a conflagration in Marika that threatened to incinerate her.
Then, Vinessa drove her fingers into Marika’s cunt. Marika cried out as rapture rolled over her. Her clit was so sensitive even Vinessa’s breath over it was a stroke of pleasure.
“Ohh!” She was going out of her mind. “Oh, yes. Yes!” Fingers pumped hard into her pussy as her warm tongue lashed her clit. Marika’s body tightened and she spiraled over the edge of reason with a hard wail.
* * * *
Lucas came to a stop in the long corridor that led to the kitchen, which overlooked the spacious living room. The sound of Marika’s wail hit him hard, telling him he was right. She was here with Vinessa. He was angry that she hadn’t even waited one day to invite that woman into her condo, the condo she’d been with him in.
Vinessa—what a classless bitch.
His feet moved of their own accord, and he came to the spacious gold-and-black kitchen to find Vinessa and Marika kissing. Vinessa’s hips were moving in slow circles. Her ass had an erotic motion that made his dick harden instantly. The tang of female heat played heavy on the air and lust descended over him, took him by the hand, and led him quietly into the kitchen.
The closer he got, the easier it was for him to see Marika’s bare feet braced on the edge of the counter. She threw her head back as Vinessa fucked her.
“Vinessa, my Mistress,” Marika cried.
He rubbed his swollen erection. It pressed so tight against the back of his zipper it hurt, so he unfastened his belt and the snap of his jeans with clumsy fingers, and then dragged down the zipper. He pushed his hand in to his pants and stroked the aching flesh. He wasn’t going to do this, he told himself. He wasn’t that turned on. He was pissed off.
“Mmm, baby!” Vinessa murmured. “Your pussy’s so fucking good.”
But his other hand moved of its own volition, shoving into his back pocket for his wallet. Was it jealousy, pure need, or a deep-seated hunger for this very moment driving him? He didn’t think about it as he pulled his wallet free. The rubber was only a few months old and had been put there for spontaneity’s sake. However, nothing ever happened, thanks to his schedule.
He peeled the disc from its slot and folded his wallet and replaced it. He pushed the condom into his side pocket, and just as he took a step, Marika’s eyes opened. Her green eyes were luminous with arousal, and they took on an even deeper hunger as he approached.
He stopped behind Vinessa, pushed his fingers into her mussed hair and tugged her head roughly back. He lowered his head, saw approval in her eyes as he slanted his lips over hers. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and moaned harshly at the sweet tang of his woman on her breath.
Vinessa had been eating Marika. No wonder the room smelled like sweet pussy.
“You taste like sweet cream,” he murmured.
“You’ll have to taste her later,” Vinessa said.
“I plan on it,” he said roughly, but he didn’t know if he’d still want to after he’d come. “But right now, my dick is killing me.” He pulled the condom from his pocket and held it up for her. Then, Lucas ripped it open and immediately rolled it onto his rigid flesh. He groaned. The merest touch on his sensitive shaft was pleasure.
He moved behind Vinessa and tugged her pants down, revealing a black panty harness. He pulled it down, baring her toned butt cheeks. He gave one a hard thwack, and she groaned. He hit her, again reveling in the heady pleasure her response brought. Lucas wanted to take his time, to savor her the way she’d been doing with Marika, but his cock was a throbbing ache begging to be alleviated right now. He gripped it and lined it up with Vinessa’s pussy.
She was slick, drenched, and her muscles just sucked him right in. He fought for control, holding her hips still as he worked into her. “Fuck. Vinessa.” He gritted his teeth but lost the battle and slammed hom
e.
She groaned, and he grunted as she tightened on him. “Shit!” He hadn’t expected her to feel this good, this much like a welcome-home embrace.
He looked over her shoulder and Marika gave him a slow smile that made his blood heat even more. She had hoped for this, and he was enjoying it more than he wanted to.
Vinessa began to move in Marika, and he picked up her rhythm. Lucas gripped Vinessa’s hips, loving the feel of her pussy on his dick. Each thrust into her was like a carnal dance that sent waves of intense pleasure over him. He tried to hold back, but she moved so erotically as she stroked into Marika, it broke his control.
He drove into her, taking the pleasure he wanted and savoring the reaction of her body.
His hands slipped between Marika and Vinessa to cup her breasts. The backs of his fingers brushed Marika sending electric shivers through him. Marika urged his hands down and beneath Vinessa’s shirt. Her fingers stroked his before pushing the cups of her lover’s bra up and guiding his hands to her soft tits. He squeezed her firm mounds, plucking at the nipples.
A jagged breath escaped Vinessa, puffing up his ego. She wiggled her ass into his groin, and he knew she liked his touch, too. He’d hoped she’d want him as much as he wanted her. He wanted her drawn to him, intrigued by him, completely into him as Marika had seemed to be.
“Darlin’, you feel so good,” he murmured against her. He pinched her nipples, biting back his urge to tell her how badly he’d wanted her. A slight stab of guilt threatened to derail his erection, but Vinessa moved against him, and Marika reached over her shoulder and touched him with her eyes.
“Mistress, does he feel good inside you?” Marika asked.
“You have no idea, sweetheart,” she answered and reached back to stroke one hand over the back of Lucas’s head, sending shivers of heated pleasure through him.
He thrust into her and Vinessa groaned. “Lucas, baby,” she whispered.
“Mistress!” Marika cried out.
He knew by the look on Marika’s face that she was coming again. As she came, he drove into Vinessa. She reached back and stroked the back of his head, the touch a caress of encouragement that felt divine. He gave the side of her ass a hard whack and her body tightened on him, rippling in release, sending him over the edge with her.
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