Chapter 7: Her Secret Touch 3

Sophia POV 

    At 9 pm, there was still no response from Samuel; Lena wasn't back home yet. I was happy that I didn't have to see her face to remind me of last night before going on a date with my boyfriend.

I dialled Samuel a few times before he finally picked up, his voice almost a whisper. She said casually, "I can't make it tonight. I promise to make it up to you later” without waiting for my response, he hung up. The sound of the call cutting off sounded louder than it should; tears had rolled down my face. Makeup ruined, night ruined. I was still sitting on the floor weeping like a kid when Lena walked in, and her face went pale when she noticed that I was crying.

“You're crying?” she asked while cupping my face in her palm. Her eyes filled with concern. The kind I haven't seen from anyone in a long time. I broke down, sobbing into her shoulder.

“Ohh…. pretty, come on” She runs her hand in a circle around my back gently.

“He doesn’t deserve your tears, angel” She slowly scoops me up in a bridal style, the tail of my dinner dress trailing on the ground. She takes me to her room instead.

The beauty of her room was unmatched. I had never entered her room since she moved in, and this was definitely her style.

Her gaming section sat in the far corner; the rugs were soft and ticklish. She slowly sat me on her bed, then I noticed something. 

“What's my picture doing in your room, and when did you take this?” I asked jokingly. I never noticed that Lena had a camera.

“I bet someone has been dreaming about me for a long time” I swung my head sideways and pouted my lips.

She chuckled. “You caught me” she said, taking my heels off my feet, then she gently caressed my feet.

My head was still blurry from tears. Suddenly, my phone screen lit up with an I*******m post from Amelia. My hands hovered over the screen, then I slowly tapped on the notification; it sent me straight to I*******m.

A picture of Amelia, a man's hand resting on her exposed thigh, and the caption read, ‘my love language, physical touch’ When I paid closer attention to the hand, I realised it was Samuel's hand. He wore the watch I had gotten for him on his birthday last year. 

I was about tossing my phone against the wall when Lena stopped me shaking her head in disapproval some how i obeyed another round of tear burst through my throat this time louder, i clutch my chest the pain i felt was unbearable, he actually stood me up for his high school sweetheart before i knew it i had kissed Lena ignoring all her attempts to break it up then i whispered “fuck me please” she stared at me for a minute, i took of my dress and undies my bare body out and my nipple standing hard.

She walked to her closet and then returned with a set of dildos. I was scared, but at the same time I was ready to risk it.

The dildo was bigger, far more than Samuel, or any guy I have dated. It was so huge that I was already craving it inside my pussy, but unlike Samuel. Lena loves taking time to do this. I relaxed when she grabbed a pillow and stuck it behind my back so I could lean it it while she slowly spread my legs on the edge of her bed.

Her mouth found my nipple. I shivered under her wet lips slowly, and she began sucking while her finger played with my other nipple. I moan loud at this point my pussy was drenched with dripness, the she puts two fingers in my pussy i heard a soft satisfy hum slip out her mouth, followed by a third finger. 

She lowered herself down to my pussy then began thrusting while she watched her finger go in and out.

She placed a soft peck on my clit, then she began licking my clit and sucking with her finger thrusting in and out. I subconsciously arched my back.

“Yeah…. Yeah,” I moaned.

“Call me mama” she commanded without a second. I burst it out loud as an orgasm formed below my belly

“Yeah ... mama”, she hummed against my pussy.

“Don't cum yet, my little princess” She stopped taking her fingers out. 

“Will you let mama play with your kitten?” she asked as she grabbed the dildo.

I nodded. She pulled me closer and went down again, but this time I felt the dildo on my slit. She rubbed it slowly against my pussy. Then she shoved it in, my wall clenched at the sudden effect but slowly relaxed.

She began thrusting fast and rough, the slurping noise of my wet pussy filled the air. She placed a finger on my clit, rubbing it slowly while the dildo ran into my entrance hard. I trembled hard on the bed, my legs shaking. I felt the best orgasm I have ever had rushing through my body as if she knew she had quickened the pace of her thrust. 

 “ fucccccccckk” a loud moan came out, broken as my whole body shook violently as orgasm burst out; my legs were shaking. Lena hopped on the bed, pulling me into a tight hug while trying to calm me down. If a woman's touch was this good, then I won’t be leaving it soon.

I leaned into her embrace as my body settled down. I felt my squirt roll down my legs and my pussy twitching hard. For a moment I had forgotten about Samuel's betrayal.

Lena gently guided me to her bathroom after washing up. She prepared dinner; we ate while talking about our day. The awkwardness began to fade. We laughed like friends and cracked jokes. I told her about how Samuel stood me up for his younger ex-girlfriend, and she advised me to leave him since he has been giving me signs for months now that I should read the room. She's right. I wasn't the type who knew how to read the room.

“No work tomorrow; why not spend the night in my room? Let's watch some movies,” she said while searching my face for a response. I smiled and nodded in acceptance.

“Why not? We just fucked, so you should take responsibility, ma” I joked, and we both laughed.