by Skyy
Lena turned toward Danni. She studied every inch of her face. Danni’s chocolate skin was flawless. “You.” She gazed into Danni’s eyes. “I don’t really know what you are doing to me, but I find myself oddly attracted to you.”
“Oddly?” Danni’s eyes tilted.
“Not in a bad way. It’s just I haven’t felt anything like this since . . .” Denise’s face entered Lena’s mind. “Let’s just say it’s been a while.”
A wicked smirk appeared on Danni’s face. “Well, I’m glad that you are oddly attracted to me, because I’m very attracted to you.” Danni’s eyes were fixated on Lena.
Lena felt the sun rising between her legs. “Is that right?” Lena narrowed her eyes, giving Danni a sexy look.
“That is very right. I told you those jeans are making it very hard for me to behave myself.” Danni inched closer to Lena. Her hand grazed the back of Lena’s neck, causing every tiny hair to stand on end.
Danni took the cue. She slowly pulled Lena’s head toward hers. Their lips instantly became familiar again. Danni sucked Lena’s lips, the tip of her tongue dancing on Lena’s. The sun was up, bright and hot.
With one hand Danni unbuttoned Lena’s tight jeans. With ease her hand made its way down Lena’s flat stomach to the heat coming from Lena’s legs. Not wanting to tease, Lena waited as long as she could, then slowly parted her legs for Danni’s hand.
“Mmmm.” Danni’s small moan let Lena know she was happy with the wetness she was greeted with in Lena’s pants. Danni’s index finger parted Lena’s other lips. Lena’s poker face was exposed for the fraud it was, as she wanted Danni, and there was no way to hide it anymore. Danni softly thumbed over Lena’s swollen knob. Lena had never wanted sex so badly before. The drought was definitely over. Lena’s wetness covered Danni’s hand as she entered her, applying pressure to the floor of Lena’s cave. Lena’s body jerked from the sensation. Danni couldn’t help but smile.
“Lena,” Danni whispered in her ear. “Before we do anything, I think we need to talk about a few things.”
Lena nodded her head, unable to speak. Whatever Danni wanted, she could have at that moment. She was willing to sign over her trust, just as long as Danni didn’t stop doing whatever she was doing to her in that moment.
“I like you. I really like you. But I just want to make sure you know that I’m not looking for a relationship.”
The statement caught Lena off guard. She opened her eyes to see Danni staring at her with a very serious look on her face.
“Um . . . okay.” Lena didn’t know what to say.
“I don’t want you to think I’m just a fuck, because I’m not. But you know how busy my life is, and it wouldn’t be fair to you if I didn’t keep it a hundred with you.”
Lena could feel the pressure slackening as Danni’s hand began to retreat. Lena had to stop her: she didn’t want that hand to leave her pussy for one moment. Lena wrapped her hand around Danni’s wrist, causing Danni’s hand to stay on her heat.
“Danni, I understand what you are saying. I’m cool with that. It’s refreshing, actually. Most people try to wife me. Something strings-free sounds like music to my ears.”
Danni bit her lip as her fingers continued to explore Lena. The erotic look was the sexiest thing Lena had ever seen. Lena’s hand met the back of Danni’s head. She pulled Danni’s face to hers, taking control in the moment. Danni was pleasantly surprised. Their tongues made love as Danni’s fingers worked their mojo on Lena’s heat. Lena felt her body betraying her in the most pleasurable way. She began to tremble. She held her lips tightly together, biting her bottom lip, afraid of what might come out if she opened her mouth.
“No.” Danni’s index finger touched Lena’s bottom lip. “I wanna hear you.”
Danni kissed Lena as a falsetto moan came from Lena’s mouth as her orgasm erupted on Danni’s hand. Danni pulled her hand slowly out as Lena struggled to catch her breath. Danni licked the wetness from her index finger. She had expected Lena to taste good, but it was sensational. She had to have more.
Danni stood up. She pulled her black shirt over her head. Lena admired Danni’s amazing physique. Her stomach was chiseled, with a sexy tribal band reaching from her belly button around her right side.
Danni didn’t take her eyes off of Lena’s while she pulled Lena’s shirt over her head. Lena’s black and silver push-up bra was a work of art in itself. The lace, with hints of Swarovski, made Lena’s breasts look like she was fresh off the Victoria’s Secret runway. Lena knew what she was doing when she purchased the Very Sexy set at Victoria’s Secret. Danni traced the lace with her fingertips, stopping only when she felt Lena’s hard nipples protruding.
Danni released Lena’s hair from the clamp holding it back. Her waves fell to each side of her face. Danni admired the beauty in front of her. She loved beautiful things, and she had come across a rare work of natural beauty, unaltered by injections or surgeries. She wanted to savor every moment.
Lena suddenly felt uneasy as Danni stared at her. “Is something wrong?” Insecurity set in.
Danni shook her head. “Chill, girl. Don’t fuck up my moment.” Danni stared like she was trying to remember every inch of Lena’s body.
Lena’s whole body felt like it was on fire. Danni held her hand out. Lena put her hand in Danni’s. She stood up, and Danni led her to the bedroom.
Lena was more impressed by the bedroom than the living room. Two large brown platforms stacked on top of each other created steps to the massive platform bed. The two walked up the steps, light panels illuminating each step they took like they were in Michael Jackson’s “Billie Jean” video.
Even with the amazing decor, Lena’s mind was on one thing. She stood still as Danni walked around her, stopping at her backside. Lena waited, anticipating what would be next. Danni continued to admire Lena’s body. She loved the way Lena’s back curved. She traced the little ankh tattoo at the small of Lena’s back.
“Nice.” Danni was commenting on the ink. Lena couldn’t help but think about Denise and the matching tattoos they shared. But even thoughts of Denise weren’t stopping this moment. Lena’s body needed sexual healing, and Danni was the doctor on call.
Lena could feel Danni’s breath on the nape of her neck. Her touch sent chills through Lena’s body. Danni’s hands moved down Lena’s sides until making it to her jeans. She slowly pulled the jeans down, and then Lena stepped out of them. Her lace panties matched the bra.
“Are you sure you want to go further?”
Lena answered by planting her lips on Danni’s. Then Lena stretched out on the California king. Danni stood over her, looking like a female Adonis. Danni’s hands picked up one of Lena’s feet, and she kissed, sucked, and licked her way from the top of Lena’s foot to her inner thigh.
Danni pulled the thin piece of lace down and off. The heat coming from Lena called her, and she was ready to answer. Danni’s fingers circled Lena’s clit. Out of all the sexy parts of Lena, Danni knew her favorite had to be her womanhood. Lena’s Brazilian wax job left her soft and bare. Danni lowered herself between Lena’s thighs.
Lena’s mouth dropped as Danni’s tongue forcefully took her by storm. Danni’s figure eights were perfect on her throbbing clit. Lena felt a tingling growing in her toes. Danni lightly growled as her tongue sought refuge in Lena’s cave.
Lena ground against Danni’s tongue, hoping for it to go deeper. She got her wish. Danni’s tongue fucked her, causing Lena’s nectar to splash on her tongue. Danni moaned, tasting the sweetness. Out of all the women she had been with, she had never tasted anything so sweet. It made sense to her now why everyone wanted to wife Lena. Lena was holding magic between her thighs.
Lena felt the tingling intensifying from her toes through her legs. Her legs tensed up, causing her toes to curl. Her hands became entangled in Danni’s locks, causing the ponytail holder holding them to break, letting them free.
Lena’s body was being invaded by an unknown sensation. She was dying the mo
st pleasurable death imaginable. She couldn’t scream; no moans were left in her mouth. Danni’s tongue was a beast. Lena’s fists balled up, then relaxed, and her ass lifted as she shifted her position.
“No,” said Danni. “Don’t run.” Danni’s arms gripped Lena’s ass, and she pulled Lena in closer, her tongue hitting the deepest depth.
Lena’s body no longer belonged to her. Danni had claimed it, staking her property with every lick. Danni’s fingers found their way into her, causing the tingling to turn into a sharp electric current.
“Danni! Shit.” Obscenities flooded from Lena’s mouth, only arousing Danni more, intensifying the moment. Lena’s fists hit the bed. Over and over she hit the bed, as if she were in a wrestling match. She didn’t think she could take any more.
Danni’s growl let her know that it wasn’t going to end. Danni was Lena’s grim reaper, bringing the sweetest, most sensational death.
Lena died: her orgasm caused her body to jerk uncontrollably. A flood of Lena’s sweetness filled Danni’s mouth. Danni’s senses became numb from the amazing taste. She had never tasted a woman like Lena before. She could live inside Lena. She knew nothing that amazing could be good for you. Lena’s pussy was the type to render a man deaf, dumb, and blind. Danni stood up.
“Shit,” Danni mumbled as she walked down off the platform, leaving Lena in her blissful state. Lena turned over, watching as the bathroom light illuminated the room. Lena could hear water running and was confused, as she was gearing up for the after-sex cuddle, but instead was alone in the large bed.
Danni made her way back into bed. She wrapped her arms around Lena and rubbed the goose bumps on Lena’s arms until they disappeared.
“Um, is everything okay?” Lena’s voice trembled.
Danni kissed her lips, soothing any uneasy feelings Lena had.
Danni sealed the night with a kiss on Lena’s forehead, the ultimate closer.
Chapter 20
Cooley pulled her headphones off as the plane coasted into LAX. It had been over a month and a half, and Cooley’s responsibilities had halted every planned trip to meet up with Sahara. She was in desperate need of some sexual healing, and she really was missing her woman.
Sahara’s last two shows were in L.A., so Cooley figured that would be the perfect time to meet up. She decided the best way was to surprise Sahara. Cooley retrieved her rolling bag from the overhead bin and headed off the plane.
As soon as she turned her phone on, it began to blare. The demands of being the manager of two of the hottest new celebrities were starting to take their toll on Cooley. Her phone never stopped ringing. Her days consisted of nonstop meetings, phone calls, e-mails and outings. An opportunity to join forces with a firm out of New York was starting to sound better by the day.
Cooley took a limo to the venue where Sahara was performing and flashed her all-access pass at the back door. Cooley could hear Sahara’s voice echoing through the halls. Cooley greeted various celebrities and their entourages, along with the men and women who worked hard to make the show a reality. Cooley quickly nodded, gave daps, and made phone gestures to those she planned on calling. She was in a rush to make it to Sahara’s dressing room before Sahara got off the stage.
Cooley laughed and chatted with Linda, Sahara’s on-the-road vocal coach and some of her staff. They watched on the television as Sahara finished her last song and took her final bow. They all dispersed to get into their places when Sahara came off the stage. Cooley had sworn them to secrecy about her arrival.
Cooley sat on the couch, facing the door. She heard Sahara’s entourage making its way to the dressing room. She was excited to see her woman. The door opened, and Sahara walked in, talking to Tamera, one of her principal dancers. Then Tamera’s face dropped when she saw Cooley. Confused by the look, Sahara turned to see Cooley grinning on the couch.
“Carla!”
Cooley found it funny that Sahara was in shock. Sahara couldn’t move. She looked back at Tamera. Tamera forced a smile.
Sahara looked back at Cooley. “Oh my God, what are you doing here? I thought you weren’t going to be able to make it.” The expression on Sahara’s face was priceless.
“It’s called a surprise.” Cooley stood up. She paused. Something didn’t feel right.
“Well, I’ll see you two later,” Tamera called. Cooley looked at Tamera, who quickly averted her eyes. She walked out of the room.
Cooley and Sahara stood in silence for a moment before the door swung open. Sahara’s hair and makeup artist quickly began to remove her stage clothes and makeup. Cooley sat back down on the couch.
The room was soon filled with Sahara’s team. They all laughed and joked with Cooley and Sahara, filling Cooley’s ears with stories from the road.
“NYC had to be the best,” said Jahil, one of Sahara’s dancers.
“Are you serious? Did you not hear the crowd in Orlando?” argued Jasmine, Sahara’s background singer. “I could hardly hear myself sing.”
“What we need is a Nicki and Sahara tour. Now, those tickets would sell like Justin Bieber’s,” Harrison, Sahara’s main agent, said to Cooley. “I think we can make it happen.”
“If anyone can, my baby can.” Sahara beamed as she looked at Cooley.
Cooley smiled back.
The last of the crowd began to disperse as the tour buses filled. Cooley watched as the team packed up the last of Sahara’s clothes. The whole tour was a finely tuned machine that worked like clockwork every night. Soon it was just Cooley and Sahara in the room.
“I don’t care what any of them say. Tonight was the best. I love the last night of tours. That’s when the crowd just seems to be the most hyped.” Sahara checked her makeup in the mirror. She noticed Cooley staring at her. “Babe, I’m so happy you finally made it—”
“How many times?” Cooley asked with her eyes still fixated on her beautiful fiancée.
“I don’t know. I think I did two encores, but they wanted more—”
“Sahara,” Cooley said, cutting her off. “How many times?”
Sahara turned toward Cooley. “How many times what?”
“How many times have you slept with her?”
You could hear a pin drop in the room. Sahara’s heart began to race. Cooley continued to stare, not taking her eyes off of Sahara’s face.
“Cooley . . .” Sahara’s hands began to tremble.
“I knew it, you know.” Cooley sat back on the couch. Her calmness scared Sahara. “I knew it the moment she looked at me when she was leaving the room. So just tell me. How many times?”
If Cooley didn’t know for sure, she knew now. Sahara’s eyes filled with tears. She knew if she blinked, they would pour down her freshly powdered face.
“One time.” Sahara lowered her head.
“When?” Cooley didn’t move.
“A few nights ago.” Sahara rushed over to Cooley. She fell to her knees and grabbed Cooley’s hand. “Baby, it just happened. We were drunk, and I was missing you. One thing led to another, and it just happened. I told her it could never happen again.”
Cooley turned her face away. She couldn’t look at Sahara anymore. She felt like someone had taken a knife and cut her. Cooley wiggled her hand, trying to break free from Sahara’s grip. “Let me go.”
“No, Cooley, please!” Sahara cried. She held on to Cooley’s hand with all her might.
“Let. Me. Go!” Cooley yanked her hand away from Sahara, causing Sahara to lose her balance and fall on her butt. Cooley stood up and walked out of the room without saying another word.
Cooley could hear Sahara crying her name, but she didn’t care. She continued to walk until she made it to her car. She drove with no destination in mind.
The sun woke Lena up. She turned to find herself sleeping alone in Danni’s bed. She sat up. It was noon. She had slept all morning. She tried to stand but almost lost her balance. She could feel the aftereffects of the night of sex.
The first round was amazing, but the late-ni
ght surprise session was an unexpected delight. Lena was awakened in the wee hours of the morning by Danni’s tongue parting her lips. Before Lena could speak, she was back in ecstasy, Danni’s figure eights fucking her into an erotic frenzy.
Danni’s normal routine was already in motion. She had got out of bed slowly, not to wake Sleeping Beauty. She had made the mistake at looking back at Lena. Her naked body had looked enchanted with the amazing mood lighting in the room. Lena’s hair had covered the goose-feather pillows. Even while she slept, Lena’s pussy had called Danni’s name. Lena’s taste still lingered on her taste buds. Danni would be leaving in a few hours and wouldn’t be able to taste it again. Work suddenly meant nothing to her. She knew she had to shake that feeling immediately.
Lena knew Jessica was going to kill her. She had let Danni sex her into a dumb stupor. She hadn’t called to check on her daughter. Lena suddenly felt sad. She was losing two people today: her daughter was leaving with her parents, and Danni was going back to New York.
Lena walked into the living room to find Danni completely dressed in a pair of Jordan running pants and a matching shirt. To finish the look, she had on a pair of Jordan shoes that looked like they were fresh out of the box. Lena could hear music coming from Danni’s headphones, which also seemed to match her outfit. Lena noticed the luggage sitting next to the couch.
Danni looked up to see Lena standing half dressed in front of her. She smiled, pulling the headphones off. Lena walked farther into the living room, picking her shirt up off the floor where Danni had removed it.
“So you’re leaving?” Lena tried to hide her emotions.
“Yeah, in a few. I was wondering how long you were going to sleep.” Danni chuckled.
“I’m sorry. I’m usually up at the crack of dawn. Blame yourself for my oversleeping.”
“I’ll take that.” Danni stood up. She helped Lena put her shirt on.
“So when will you be back this way?” Lena ran her hands through her hair.
“Not sure, actually. I have a few deals to finish up in Miami, and then I am going to Trini to visit my mom.”