Nocere

by Max Ellendale

  "Sam." I sucked in my breath when she urged my thighs apart.

  "Tell me what you think of that, Rosie," she said, her voice deep and husky. She lifted my leg and propped it over her shoulder before she began kissing my inner thigh. Her gaze met mine and I nearly whimpered out my answer. I tore at my dress, unable to fight the flagrant wanton desire saturating my core.

  "Yes. Please."

  "Mmm. No need to beg. I'm going to give you everything you want." She placed a long lick on my thigh and my body quivered under her. "Arms above your head, my sweet."

  I listened to her, gripping the counter top as if my life depended on it. The near-bow left me feeling exposed and excited at the same time. Samirah leaned down to kiss the spot just above my clit, and I felt my own wetness trickling from my core.

  "My God," she said, breathing out a hot breath against me before licking me from my entrance to my clit. I cried out and my stomach twitched almost violently. Samirah smiled, brushing her lips over my folds before she dove in completely.

  She urged my thighs wide, propping one of my feet on the counter, before pressing her tongue against my slit. Soft, languid laps followed and my body arched against the cold marble. Every time her tongue touched me, my legs quaked as if threatening an early release. Samirah used her fingers to part my soaked folds, then rotated between licks and flicks.

  I moaned out my lust, gnawing on my lip as she thrust me up the path toward explosion. My mind emptied of any and all thoughts save for the pleasure she coaxed from me. She held me in stasis, edging me closer and closer, until finally her lips wrapped my clit. In soft, quick sucks and releases, she toyed with me until I couldn't take it anymore. Sweat beaded my brow, my body burned with heat, and my legs quaked so hard that I worried I would fall. Samirah was the only woman to ever treat me like this, and her unique handling had my body aching for release.

  She used her fingers to stroke my folds in slow, deep circles while she sucked and flicked my clit. The moment she picked up speed, a cry left me as the waves of pleasure rocked my core. I erupted in an almost violent orgasm that spread from head to toe. My back arched, toes curled, and I shouted her name to the heavens as I came, hard and deep. A heated gush left me, and my eyes widened with surprise as I sucked in my breath. I moaned, rolling my hips against Samirah's continued movements, and she groaned into my pussy. Her soaked fingers poked at my entrance, teasing but never thrusting into me. She held me in it, my mind shattering to bits under her delicious tirade. Her tongue lashed my pussy, fast and deep, until my trembling body exploded a second time. I nearly screamed, gripping the counter top as she latched on to me, her arms around my hips.

  Samirah devoured me, moaning and taking me so good that I could hardly fathom an ending. One after another, I came, losing track after the fourth climax tore me apart. She had her way with me, took me, and savored me as she floated me through the deepest strokes of pleasure to ever meet my body. With her tongue buried in me, the final release laid me to rest in a breathless heap with the cool marble pressed against my bare rear.

  Samirah placed soft kisses along my labia, clit, then across my pelvis. She ended with a gentle kiss below my navel, before she rubbed my stomach in slow circles. A wave of calmness fluttered through me and I closed my eyes. Again, like a tranquilizer, every raging emotion inside me quelled to a soothing hum. In that moment, nothing else existed save for Samirah and the euphoric, weightless afterglow she held me in.

  "Come to me, my sweet," she whispered, urging me into her arms. I couldn't fathom how she managed to lift me up, though the next thing I knew, she wrapped my legs around her waist, and carried me from the kitchen. She sat on the sofa, with me in her lap, and placed soft kisses across my brow before guiding my head to her shoulder. Samirah rubbed my back, then pulled a cozy blanket around me while she cuddled me. I closed my eyes, burying my face against her neck, and breathing in her sweet perfume.

  The weight of comfortable sleep beckoned me, pulling me down into a warm, fluffy, safe bed laden with cloud-like pillows. My body tingled as I floated in this space, though the awareness of Samirah's arms around me never left. I never wanted the feeling to stop. I wanted to stay there with her forever. Her lips brushed my ear, and she rubbed my back until I drifted off.

  ***

  I gasped when I woke up, my heart pounding. Samirah cupped my face immediately, and the familiarity of her and the surroundings calmed me right away. I grabbed her in a hug and she kissed my cheek. I felt her lips part in a smile.

  "Hello, little fairy," she whispered, and I let out a soft laugh.

  "Hi," I croaked, my voice hoarse. I leaned back to look at her and her hands fell to my waist. "Did I fall asleep?"

  "For a little bit." She nodded while tucking my hair behind my ears. I no longer wore my boots and yet another pair of purple socks covered my feet. I leaned my forehead against hers and closed my eyes. Samirah continued to stroke my hair, tucking it behind my ears.

  A swell of emotion tightened my throat and I fought to swallow it down. The sense of serenity began to lift, and I ached to hold on to it for a moment longer. Samirah brushed her thumb over my cheek, and I felt the dampness left behind by a stray tear.

  "You're okay," she whispered. "I have you." I nodded and she ran her knuckle over my lips. I kissed her finger and opened my eyes to gaze at her pretty hazel eyes, moody with her dark makeup.

  "What did you do to me?"

  "Well, first I started with a kiss…" she teased, her smile broadening. I laughed and placed a soft kiss on her lips. She met me there and rubbed my back again.

  "I'm so sleepy," I said, after we parted. "And hungry."

  "Good." She stroked my arm as if helping me rouse from sleep. "How about we order some dinner?"

  "Okay." I nodded my agreement then leaned back to sit upright in her lap, acutely aware that I wore no panties under my dress and Samirah removed my belt as well. She let her hands fall to my thighs and stroked them from knee to hip, again as if attempting to keep me awake.

  "How do you feel?"

  "Really good. Do it again."

  She chuckled, poking my bottom lip, and only then did I notice my pout. "Oh, I plan to. First I want to ask you a few things."

  "Like what?" I let my hands rest on her shoulders while toying with the hair at the base of her neck. A shiver raced through her and she smiled. "You like that?"

  "I do. Very much." She blinked slowly when I repeated the gesture. "I want to ask you what your limits are and what you don't like when it comes to sex."

  "No one's ever asked me that," I said, continuing to play with her hair. "I'm not sure."

  "I think you're sure, but you're worried that what you'll say will disappoint me." She poked my nose. "I'm learning your methods, girl."

  I let out a small laugh and gave her hair a tug. "Not really worried about that…"

  "Yes, really. What don't you like? Be honest with me and I'll be honest with you," she said, her voice laden with seriousness.

  "Um…" I paused to allow myself a moment to think about it while my gaze searched hers. She called out my fears as she had before and allowed me time to formulate an opinion. "I don't like my hair pulled. Or anal sex or anything like that. Women have never bothered me with that though," I said, dropping my gaze to the heart-shaped space where her clavicle met.

  "I don't like those things either. What else?" She smoothed my hair down then ran her hands along my back.

  "I don't know, really."

  "Let's change tactics. What do you like? I mean, other than being licked and sucked in delicious places." She grinned and wagged her brows at me.

  "Sam!" I laughed and pressed my finger over her lips. "I definitely like that."

  "Oh, I'm aware." She smiled around my finger then kissed it. "What else?"

  "Um…"

  "Do you like your nipples toyed with?" she asked, helping me out.

  "Yes." I nodded and let my hands fall to the space between her breasts while we spoke.
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br />   "Do you like penetration? With fingers or toys?"

  "Fingers yes. I've never tried toys." I smiled now as her questions gave a playful feel to our connection.

  "Do you like being tickled?" She chuckled and wiggled her fingers up my sides.

  I squealed and swatted her hands while laughing. "No!"

  "But it's so cute." She snickered and kept up her veiled threat.

  "No tickles." I laughed harder and she shifted her hands to my rear.

  "Do you like when I squeeze your rump?" She gripped my ass and wagged her brows.

  "Yes." I bit my bottom lip as the gesture set my core on fire in a heartbeat.

  "Oh yeah? Do you fancy a spanking?" She cocked a brow at me and I gnawed my lip.

  "I don't know. Never had one." The idea of it didn't put me off though. In response, she stroked my ass, her fingertips grazing my pussy from behind. Every inch of me quivered with reawakened delight.

  "Do you watch porn?" she asked.

  "Sometimes. Not a lot."

  "What do you look at when you do?" Her expression cooled and she continued the gentle strokes, both of her hands busying themselves exploring my derriere.

  "Um…" I gulped when my belly ached, setting fire to the apex of my thighs that pressed against her stomach. "Lesbians."

  "Duh." She squeezed my ass. "Doing what?"

  "Regular sex things. Sometimes more…"

  "Kinky stuff?"

  "Sometimes." I nodded and met her gaze again. "Nothing crazy though."

  "Show me some time what you watch?" she asked, tilting her head to the side and I nodded. Her fingers grew closer to my pussy and I quivered.

  "Sam." I braced myself against her as the beginnings of another orgasm built readily in my core. "I'm…"

  "I'm well-aware." She brushed her lips against mine and a deep moan left me when I came. My hips rolled toward her and she continued to stroke me from behind, now more obviously than before. "Delicious," she whispered against my mouth before kissing me.

  "My God," I declared when we parted, heavy pants leaving me. Samirah gripped my ass again, holding me against her while she squeezed me. My lashes fluttered and she nipped my chin.

  "Watching you come is my new favorite thing," she said, a smile melting across her painted lips. "You're so beautiful."

  "Not like you. You're breathtaking." I reached up with my shaking hands to caress her face. "I want to watch you come."

  "Not yet, my sweet." She turned and kissed my wrist. "Soon. I have a more serious question to ask you. Two actually."

  "Okay." I let out a slow breath to calm myself down.

  "What are your triggers? What makes you upset?" she asked, her hands falling to my waist now, holding me securely.

  That question struck something familiar and I settled against her, meeting her gaze again. "The smell of scotch on someone. Seeing drugs like needles or paraphernalia. Being choked or feeling like I can't breathe. Crowded places where I feel like I can't escape."

  "What about small spaces like elevators?"

  "That doesn't bother me." I shook my head. "Men in general sometimes. Not like when they're just existing, but being hit on by men. I don't remember a lot of what happened to me, but like smells and certain sounds can set me off."

  "What happens when you're set off or triggered?" She tucked my hair behind my ears and I let her dote on me. Nothing felt better than Samirah's touches. Now or ever.

  "Panic attacks sometimes. Most of the time I'll just start to cry and feel frozen. Like I can't talk or do anything. I just freeze up." I gulped as I geared up for the next disclosure. "Once, I peed myself when a smelly drunk man hit on me when I was leaving Wildrose a few years ago. I don't ever want that to happen again so I just—"

  "Avoid being triggered or upset?" Her brow furrowed and I nodded.

  "Yeah. I'm always alone when I get upset so it makes it worse. I feel frozen."

  "I understand that." Sam stroked my cheeks and her gaze softened.

  "What are your triggers?" I asked, while caressing the soft curve of her neck.

  "Guns," she answered right away. "Having my arms pinned or restrained. Gunshots. White men approaching me in groups." Her words came out in short bursts until she pursed her lips and gazed over my shoulder for a moment.

  "What happens to you when you're triggered or upset?" I asked questions right back at her and she returned her focus to me.

  "I get angry. Sometimes I will abruptly walk away or leave where I'm at. It's earned me a bitch label every so often," she said, her voice softer.

  "Protecting yourself isn't bitchy. Is there anything you don't like with sex?"

  "Other than my arms being held down, no. Nothing I've come by yet." She returned to stroking my sides before taking my hands in hers. "One more question for you."

  "Okay." I brushed my thumbs over her knuckles.

  "I know we haven't known each other long, but I would love it if you would be my girlfriend, Rosie." She held up a single finger when I made to answer right away. "But you should know that I'm highly monogamous and extremely territorial before you agree. It's scared people off in the past. I can be intense."

  "I know and I like that." I caressed her forearms when her nerves began to show in the way her gaze flickered away every so often and how her shoulders tensed. "I feel like I've known you for a really long time. I'm drawn to you for some reason, Sam. And I don't know why. I'd be happy to be your girlfriend."

  "I'd be happy to be yours." She smiled and we shared a sweet kiss. "Will you stay over tonight?"

  "If you feed me, because I'm starving now." I laughed and she joined me in it, her bright spirits returned.

  "How about heaps of pizza and wings? I could go heavy carb right about now." She kissed me all over my face and I laughed, squealing when she tackled me into the pillows of the sofa.

  "Yes!" I wrapped my legs around her waist, cracking up at the way she wiggled and nipped me all over.

  We cooled our antics to order food from the delivery app on her phone, before we returned to poking and teasing each other.

  "You're still a pretty little fairy in purple socks," she said, nipping at my fingers when I brushed her hair from her cheek.

  "Why do you like me?" I asked as she placed her hand on my chest while she gazed down at me.

  "I believe I answered that question already at some point." She propped her head on her hand and smiled at me. "Did you forget?"

  "A little. Who did you date before me? What kind of women?"

  "All different kinds of women." She dragged her hand to my stomach and rubbed me in circles. The gesture settled some of my worries and I relaxed beneath her.

  "Other than that nurse, did you date doctors and stuff?"

  "A doctor once. A cop another time. Once a teacher. How come?" Her brows flicked upward.

  "Because you're a brilliant doctor and I'm just a regular person," I said with a shrug.

  "From what I understand, you're a brilliant intelligence analyst who catches bad guys in her sleep. We're each good at different things, Rosie. That's not a measure of our pairing."

  "Are you sure?" I asked, searching her expression for any hint of disillusionment.

  "Completely." She brought my hand to her lips then kissed it.

  Dinner arrived a few minutes later and unlike last time, we returned to our perch on the sofa and tucked in to eating much more casually. I sat on the couch, devouring my first slice in record time while Samirah dropped down to sit on the floor beside the coffee table.

  "What kind of movies do you like other than lesbian?"

  "Horror mainly. Especially old stuff."

  "Really?" She chuckled at me and I nodded. "My delicate fairy likes murder and mayhem."

  "Oh yeah. Let's watch an episode of American Horror Story. I mean, if you like semi-horror stuff."

  "I can roll with it." She grinned and did as I asked.

  While the opening sequence played, I grabbed a second slice onto my plate and took
a bite. Samirah turned, nipping my knee while the first part of the episode dragged some. I lifted a brow at her and she urged my knees apart.

  "Has anyone ever gone down on you while you're eating?" she asked and I laughed with my mouth full.

  "Nope. Never."

  "Hmm." She set her pizza crust down on her plate, then snaked her hand up my thigh to disappear under my dress. I bit my bottom lip and nearly melted under her affection.

  "Sam!" I laughed and she blew a raspberry on my thigh.

  A sharp knock on the front door made both of us freeze. Sam looked up, her brows narrowed before she glanced at her watch. "Oh. It's probably Stella. She got off work around eight and was going to drop something off to me."

  "I got nervous for a second," I said, and tucked my dress down over my hips. I pulled my feet up to sit cross-legged on the sofa while she rose to answer the door.

  "Me too." She pranced over and pulled open the door to reveal Stella as expected. Clad in blue scrubs, with her hair pulled back, and a sleepy smile, she greeted Sam with a swift hug.

  "Hi, lovely," she said, smooching her cheek. "Your delivery from H.R." Stella handed Sam a thick envelope.

  "Thanks. Saved me a trip." Sam returned her affection then ushered her inside. "Come in for a bit. We have pizza and wings."

  "We?" Stella looked around the open door and smiled when she saw me. "Hi, Rosie."

  "Hi." My face burned with heat as they returned to the coffee table. Stella made her way to me and smooched my cheek.

  "How are you?" she asked, taking a seat beside me. Samirah joined us, though she sat super close and snaked her arm around my middle. Stella smiled, glancing between the two of us when I leaned into Sam.

  "I'm good. How about you?"

  "Exhausted, but good."

  "Eat something, Stell." Sam gestured to the table. "We ordered too much."

  "Hmm. I might. Alice hasn't texted me to tell me the kids are asleep yet. I usually wait until she does to go home. It disrupts the whole routine if I show up close to bedtime," she said, then leaned over to help herself.