“Not yet, baby. Don’t come yet.” Her breathy pants and moans had him straining against his jeans.
“Colm.”
“You got something to say to me yet?”
“Don’t you dare stop!” she growled.
“That’s not it.” He slowed his pace.
“Fuck you, Colm.”
He smirked. “You will. But not until you tell me what we both already know.”
Her forehead wrinkled and she bit at her bottom lip. He scissored his fingers and she hissed.
“You’re so close, and I want to send you over. I want to give you all the pleasure you
deserve.” He bent down and sucked her swollen clit into his mouth.
“Colm…”
He pulled back. “You’re so fucking sweet. Like warm honey on my tongue.” He removed
his fingers and moved to sit beside her on the bed. “Taste.” She laved his fingers and he moaned.
“Give me those lips, baby.” He kissed her gently, easing her down to the bed. Her body was tense and the heat coming from her skin was intense. He pushed two fingers inside her and made love to her mouth with his tongue as he fucked her pussy hard. Her walls tightened and he slowly eased out.
Her hands came down, keeping him in position. “Yours.”
He froze. “What was that, baby?” he asked against her lips.
“I’m fucking yours. Are you happy now?”
“No, but I’m getting there.” He angled his fingers, driving deep into her molten center. Her body tensed as her legs slammed shut around his hand and he gave her the release she’d been craving.
* * * *
Confused and conflicted, Gia lay in the circle of Lefty’s arms in the early morning hours.
Last night, she’d given in to him and admitted she belonged to him. It felt good, but it shouldn’t.
How could she fight so hard for freedom and independence, then give it all away for an orgasm?
She slowly eased her body away from Lefty’s and headed for the shower. This domestic set up made her nervous. She was starting to feel like she belonged. Danger signs flickered in her mind like neon. Her past caught up with her, destroying her present and making a murky mess of her future. If she placed her trust in Lefty and if he slighted her, she’d be destroyed. If I don’t, will I ever truly be living? Remaining in the dark, afraid of the light because of the past was another prison. Mylandra would still be winning.
Times like this, she missed Taffy the most. She always knew the right things to say to bring her out of her own mind and give her the kick in the ass she needed to progress. It’d been so long since she had a girlfriend. She worked with plenty of women and liked a good portion of them, but none really knew her. Her thoughts drifted to Ardy. She was young, but strong and
understanding. She’d extended an olive branch. Maybe I should accept it. Her stomach churned.
Opening up made her feel claustrophobic. She walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower, lost in the haze of her past …
Jamaica
“We have to do this now, Rissa,” Taffy said, using her nickname.
Rissa glanced down and toyed with the cream-colored Egyptian cotton sheet that covered her bed. Only the best for Mylandra’s girls. Had to make sure they were pretty and well rested to perform adequately. “How do you know if it’s the right time? What would we do in America?
How will we live? What if we get caught?” Rissa shook her head.