by Fiona Riley
“Don’t fight me. Let me lead you,” Lucinda whispered into the shell of Samantha’s ear, her tongue punctuating the last word with a quick swipe. Samantha crumpled into her grasp, allowing herself to be moved like a plaything as they glided across the floor.
Samantha’s heels made her the same height as Lucinda, if not a hairbreadth taller, so when Lucinda dipped her lightly during the next turn, Samantha was able to pull herself upright quickly and dip her head to catch Lucinda in an unexpected kiss.
“I won’t fight.” She pressed herself more fully onto Lucinda’s thigh. The pretense of dancing quickly slipped away as Lucinda’s hands dropped from position and ran almost greedily along Samantha’s curves. Samantha started to backpedal toward the mirror behind them as Lucinda’s lips met hers again more forcibly. They hit the barre before the glass and Samantha grabbed the wood to steady herself as Lucinda rolled her body against her. Lucinda watched Samantha’s eyes flick toward the door of the studio and then to the clock. They had plenty of time.
Lucinda pulled back just enough so their noses were almost touching, pressed up against Samantha again, and then rolled her hips back and away in a taunting circle. Samantha arched her back and pressed her chest forward as Lucinda again closed the gap with a new body roll, this time clamping one hand onto the white-knuckled grip Samantha had on the barre behind her. Lucinda slipped her other hand between Samantha’s back and the barre, guiding her more fully onto her thigh as she rolled forward again, in time with the nearly forgotten music playing in the background.
Samantha’s eyes fluttered closed at the pressure of Lucinda’s leg. Her shallow breathing came out in short pants as Lucinda continued to dance against her at the barre, punctuating her rhythmic movements with featherlight kisses along Samantha’s jaw and the corner of her lips, always pulling back when Samantha leaned forward to catch Lucinda’s lips with her own.
“Fuck,” Samantha muttered after a particularly aggressive thrust brought Lucinda’s thigh hard against her center, Samantha’s tight skirt barely resisting the contact. Lucinda rewarded her reaction with a hot mouth, no longer teasing, pressed against hers as she swallowed the profanities her movements stirred loose. Samantha’s hands left the barre in a flash, gripping at Lucinda’s neck as she pulled her even closer, effectively grinding against Lucinda, forgetting the music’s rhythm for her own carnal needs.
Lucinda hissed as Samantha nipped at her bottom lip, tugging her close with less than gentle teeth before soothing the bite with a warm tongue. Lucinda met the aggression with a firm hand on Samantha’s side, her thumb digging into the soft flesh on the underside of Samantha’s bra, gently scratching a blunt nail over the area. They broke apart from their heated make-out session to gasp for breath as Samantha again glanced warily at the door, her heart pounding against her still heaving chest.
Lucinda’s eyes followed hers in the mirrored reflection, silently cursing herself for not locking the door. She took a slow, steadying breath and pulled back slightly, increasing the space between them. She was getting riled up too quickly. This really wasn’t the place—although the idea of fucking Samantha against this dance barre was extremely appealing, she wanted it to be a little more private. She pressed a firm kiss to Samantha’s lips before stepping back and kissing Samantha lightly. She looked positively stunning, lips red and swollen from kissing, eyes dark with desire. Lucinda wanted nothing more than to give Samantha everything her eyes were asking for, just not at the expense of Shelly walking in.
“Not here,” Lucinda whispered. “I want to, just not here.”
Samantha straightened her skirt and fixed her hair. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she slowly exhaled. Lucinda watched her curiously, wondering what she was thinking. She took a step closer when Samantha blinked open her eyes and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, hoping they were feeling the same way. She squeezed Samantha’s hand gently and stepped away just as Shelly opened the studio door and greeted Lucinda with a warm smile. The growing feelings she had for Samantha would have to wait; now it was back to business as usual.
*
The session went well. Shelly was able to relax after fifteen minutes of easy conversation and movement. She started to initiate movement on her own as she eased more and more into her role as female lead. Lucinda added a few counts for her to think about when she got nervous or felt out of tempo. The rhythmic counting soothed her, just like talking about her work did. By the end, she was actually laughing and stepping out of the scripted movement.
Samantha clapped and chuckled along as they wound down their session. Shelly released Lucinda’s hand and swept over toward Samantha, pulling her into the position she had been practicing. It was a clumsy start, but Samantha picked up on Lucinda’s verbal cues. Shelly twirled her to the right and stepped carefully so as not to step on her shoes.
“Shelly, this would be a good time to practice going to your left,” Lucinda interjected. “Samantha doesn’t know the steps, so you can practice your leading.” She stood behind Samantha, her hands hovering over Shelly’s.
Shelly initiated a spin to her left that was off beat by a step. Lucinda brought them back to the starting position and told them to try again, this time placing her hands on Shelly’s clasped hand and Samantha’s hip.
“Again.”
She pushed Samantha’s hip forward and into the movement before gently pulling back and digging her fingers into the soft skin above her hipbone to initiate the spin backward. When Samantha cued to the motion, Lucinda stepped back, allowing her to rotate in place, their eyes locking as Samantha’s back faced Shelly in the final rotation. The gaze was unmistakably lustful. When the spin was complete and correct, Lucinda ended the session, applauding Shelly’s marked improvement.
“Shelly, next time we’ll have you run through the entire dance with Samantha, if she’s agreeable to it.” Her eyes flicked quickly to Samantha, who nodded, slightly out of breath. “That way you can practice your leading with some distractions. Practice your counts, okay?” Lucinda smiled warmly as Shelly pulled on her jacket and said good-bye.
She strode to the sound system, taking long steps. The music was off in an instant and Lucinda moved hurriedly toward the side of the studio where Samantha was pulling on her jacket and adjusting her purse. Lucinda scooped up her gear and pulled out her keys, waiting for Samantha to make eye contact with her before she asked, “Would you like a ride home?”
“I would love one.”
Lucinda hooked her arm into Samantha’s before leading her to the door to lock up. The rain had stopped but the ground was damp. The air smelled like fresh rainfall and it was eerily quiet. They walked in silence to Lucinda’s car. She opened the passenger door and waited for Samantha to sit before walking to the driver’s side, pausing to take a deep breath. She slipped into the seat and glanced over at her passenger once more before pulling away from the curb. She recognized the surrounding buildings and found her way to Samantha’s apartment without difficulty.
Lucinda grabbed her bags and purse as the valet opened her door and ushered them inside. They walked to the elevator in silence, Samantha pausing to check her mailbox on the way. She shuffled some envelopes in her hand nervously as the elevator pinged in front of them. A concierge was in the car already with a few bags, obviously having come from the parking garage below. They stepped into the elevator and rode quietly up as the man tried to engage them each in conversation. Lucinda’s mind was elsewhere, but she was willing to bet it was in the same place as Samantha’s.
When they finally reached Samantha’s floor after what seemed like an eternity, Lucinda paused and held the elevator door, not wanting to be too forward.
“Why don’t you come in?” Samantha offered shyly and walked to her door, unlocking it and stepping over the threshold. As the elevator door chimed closed behind them, Samantha pulled Lucinda through the door by her shirt, the time for niceties obviously being over.
The door was barely closed and locked behin
d Lucinda before Samantha pushed her up against it with a bruising kiss.
“Watching you being held by another woman was torture,” Samantha whispered hotly against Lucinda’s mouth, her hands tugging at the waist of Lucinda’s loose fitting shirt.
Lucinda deepened the kiss immediately, as she pulled Samantha against her thigh like before, this time more forcibly, and then gently rocked against her. Samantha gasped into Lucinda’s mouth as she slid her hands under the soft cotton tee and scratched lightly at the taut stomach muscles that moved with every roll of Lucinda’s hips.
Lucinda’s eyes rolled into her head at the sensation of warm hands running over her abs. She tugged back on Samantha’s hair, pulling her chin up before she lowered her mouth to the soft exposed skin of Samantha’s neck, licking and sucking gently as she palmed Samantha’s ass, pulling her closer. Samantha whimpered as Lucinda focused on her pulse point, nipping the tissue playfully as she toyed with the skirt’s zipper.
“As much as I love your ass in this skirt, I’m ready to see it off,” Lucinda growled low into the heated flesh of Samantha’s neck, her statement met with a quick nod and whimper. Her fingers made short work of the skirt, sliding down the zipper and pushing it past Samantha’s hips.
Samantha pulled the hem of Lucinda’s shirt up higher, dragging it over her head and tossing it to the side, her gaze focused on Lucinda’s near-naked torso. Lucinda felt herself flush under the scrutiny, bringing her lips to Samantha’s to distract her from staring as she unbuttoned the silk shirt snuggly fit to Samantha’s heaving chest. It was her turn to stare as she pushed the last of the fabric off Samantha’s shoulders and to the floor, breaking the kiss to appreciate the perfect body in front of her.
“You’re gorgeous,” Lucinda said, reaching for Samantha so she could spin her slowly. She was absolutely perfect, all curves and soft lines, enviable abs and a pair of black lace panties that made Lucinda weak at the knees. “You are fucking gorgeous,” she murmured again before pulling Samantha back in for a mind numbing kiss.
Samantha melted into the kiss, her fingers tracing greedy lines over Lucinda’s own defined abs and up to her perky breasts in soft blue lace. She moved her lips along the curve of Lucinda’s smile, nipping at her chin as she stepped out of her heels and forgotten skirt and began sucking on Lucinda’s ivory-skinned collarbone. She felt Lucinda’s fingers pull her closer as she worshipped the full curve of Lucinda’s breast, licking along the lace cup while her fingers teased the nipple pebbling under her palm.
“I love the way you taste, I love the way your skin feels in my mouth.” Samantha unhooked Lucinda’s bra and pulled it slowly down her shoulders, revealing flushed skin. She circled her tongue around an erect nipple before sucking it into her mouth. Samantha increased the force of her suction and dragged her teeth lightly over the area as she rolled her hips against Lucinda’s muscled thigh.
Lucinda pushed off the door, pulling Samantha’s lips up to her own as she swept a hand down along her leg, hooking Samantha’s knee up to her waist, encouraging her to meet the movement. Samantha moaned and wrapped her legs around Lucinda’s waist, locking her arms behind Lucinda’s neck as she opened her mouth even wider for the kiss.
Lucinda gripped Samantha’s ass, holding her in place as she stepped away, breaking the kiss to glance around for a place they could lie down. Samantha pulled back, eyes wild, as she nodded toward an open door down the hall, her fingers pulling Lucinda’s hair loose from the tie as she kissed along her neck. Lucinda smiled and shuddered as she felt Samantha’s hot, wet center roll against her abs while Samantha sucked on the skin of her neck, still rocking gently against her.
They were in the bedroom in a moment’s time, Lucinda slowly lowering Samantha onto the plush duvet cover, tossing pillows to the side as Samantha crawled up the bed, her stomach flexing lightly as her pink tongue swept over red lips. Lucinda let herself take in Samantha’s black lace push-up and matching bottoms, soaked, hanging low on narrow hips. Lucinda moaned as she crawled over Samantha, licking up her stomach as her hands slipped the bra off her shoulders and tossed it to the floor.
Samantha dug her nails into Lucinda’s shoulders and palmed her breasts as Lucinda licked a slow, agonizing line up Samantha’s sternum before peppering light kisses over her heaving breasts. Samantha let out a quick breath as Lucinda sucked a stiff nipple into her mouth, grating it with her teeth as she smoothed her hands over Samantha’s toned stomach. She hooked her thumbs under the black lace that was barely sitting on Samantha’s hips and pushed down gently while she settled her gaze on hungry dark brown eyes above her, nodding in approval.
Samantha pulled her face up so their lips reconnected as Lucinda tossed aside her soaked panties and teased her fingers in a jagged line from hipbone to hipbone. Samantha moaned, her hand gripping behind Lucinda’s head, holding their foreheads together as she lifted her hips, desperately searching for contact. Lucinda chuckled and pressed a firm kiss to her as she walked her fingers lower, slow and taunting. Samantha panted against Lucinda’s mouth, her other hand dancing along Lucinda’s front before plucking at a pert nipple and pulling urgently. Lucinda moaned and licked Samantha’s lips as she pressed two firm fingers against Samantha’s clit, circling slowly.
“Shit…” Samantha whimpered as she hooked one leg over Lucinda’s waist, pulling them closer, skin on hot naked skin, as Lucinda slid her fingers lower, teasing Samantha’s entrance. “Lucy, please…” Samantha begged, rolling her hips again as Lucinda smiled against her mouth, dragging her lips to suck on Samantha’s jaw. She pressed two fingers inside Samantha, slowly. Samantha took in a sharp breath and held it as she clenched around Lucinda’s fingers, her hips encouraging the build of a slow, rhythmic movement.
Lucinda felt her own sex throb at the warmth around her fingers, pulling her in tighter and deeper. Samantha had abandoned her breast and was scratching her nails along Lucinda’s stomach, pushing desperately at the low-slung yoga pants before slipping her hand under the band. Samantha’s breathing grew more and more erratic as Lucinda thrust deeper and faster into her. Samantha’s own fingers slid under the lace barrier covering the soft curls over Lucinda’s sex, moving in time with Lucinda’s rolling hips to catch her up.
“I need to touch you,” she commanded as she pulled up Lucinda’s head to make eye contact. Wild, dilated pupils stared back at her before pink lips encased her own again. She moved her hand lower, running her fingers through the wetness, gliding up and down Lucinda’s slit as she felt her own stomach winding tighter and tighter.
Lucinda gasped when Samantha pressed warm fingers against her clit making tight circles when Lucinda thrust her fingers inside Samantha. Samantha cried out, her back arching off the bed and her toes curling in the dark comforter as she tumbled over the edge.
Samantha caught a few desperate, panting breaths as she kissed Lucinda fiercely, pressing her fingers more forcibly against Lucinda’s clit and gripping her ass, encouraging her to move. When Samantha sucked Lucinda’s bottom lip into her mouth and bit down gently, she felt Lucinda cross into that blinding white flash of pleasure.
She froze above Samantha, eyes clenched shut, her mouth agape millimeters from Samantha’s lips as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Samantha smiled and kissed the corner of Lucinda’s mouth as she slowly brought her back down, making slow, easy circles on her clit while rubbing her hand over the muscles of Lucinda’s back. Lucinda lowered herself, gently pushing Samantha’s hand off her oversensitive sex and kissing swollen, red lips sweetly as she caught her breath.
Samantha hummed softly into the kiss. Lucinda pulled back and looked down at the gorgeous woman below her, a satiated grin on her face. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered as she brushed a damp strand of hair off Samantha’s forehead. “And so naughty.”
A blush crept up Samantha’s face as she scrunched her nose in laughter. “And you are trouble,” she supplied with a smile, her hands tracing lazy patterns on Lucinda’s back before settling just abov
e her ass. She snapped the elastic of Lucinda’s forgotten pants playfully. “Take these off, I want to feel your skin on mine.”
“You are so demanding,” Lucinda teased, kissing Samantha quickly before peeling off the rest of her clothes and discarding them.
Samantha took the opportunity to fold back the comforter, exposing dark silk sheets. She shuffled under them, pulling Lucinda with her, her hands kneading gently on the skin of Lucinda’s hip. Lucinda smiled and intertwined her fingers with Samantha’s as they faced each other on their sides, legs woven together, lips close.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” Lucinda responded with a playful nibble along Samantha’s jaw.
Samantha took in a contented breath, closing her eyes and appreciating the warm lips on her skin as she melted into Lucinda’s gentle embrace. “I like the way you look in my bed.” It was true. Lucinda’s gorgeous pale skin and golden hair were perfectly framed by the dark sheets of Samantha’s bed.
“I like the way I look in your bed, with you.” Lucinda kissed her way back to Samantha’s mouth before pressing a soft, featherlight peck to her lips.
Samantha tucked her chin to rest her head under Lucinda’s and snuggled closer under the covers. “Good,” she murmured.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Samantha awakened the following morning to a gentle stirring under her. She lay draped across a very naked Lucinda Moss. Samantha glanced at the clock on the bedside table; it was very early still, but the sun would be rising soon enough. They had been up late. She smiled at the memory, a gentle throbbing between her legs serving as a physical reminder of their play. She nuzzled the underside of Lucinda’s chin, kissing her softly. Lucinda smiled and blinked open sleepy eyes, dipping her head to connect their lips, gently sucking.
Samantha snuggled close as Lucinda wrapped her in a tight hug, savoring the moment and the contact. After a few minutes, Lucinda yawned and stretched before she glanced at the clock.