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Chapter Twenty Two

Beyoncé
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She hadn't expected this.

Beyoncé was grown, and well into her years of adulthood and had plenty experience with women; she knew what a kiss was supposed to feel like. It was pleasant, and given enough time, arousing, too.

What was happening right now didn't qualify. From the moment her lips touched hers, everything around them dissapeared, obliterated by her. Doubts, questions, uncertainty. There were no such things.

Nicki's arms lifted, and one of her hands hooked on her hair, scratching her scalp, as the other one pulled her neck deeper into the kiss. Then, she moaned her name, and all was lost. She pulled her up and she wrapped her legs around her torso like they'd done it a thousand times.

She moved her lips to her throat, inhaling her scent and dropping soft kisses along her delightful skin.

"Oh God," she moaned as Beyoncé walked away from Blue's room, conscious of the noises they were making.

She was retracing her steps, turning towards the lounge, but Onika pointed the other way, shakily explaining, "Bedroom. The bedroom is on the left."

That made her stop. She hadn't expected this, not yet. She didn't hide her concerns, always looking worried after they exchanged heated looks, and she understood why. She'd come to see them because she wanted to be there on Christmas morning, to see Blue open her presents, and yes, making out with Onika had been an incentive.

"Are you sure?"

She didn't want her to regret anything; messing up what they had by jumping each other too quickly was unacceptable…but she prayed she'd say yes. She prayed Onika wanted, and needed, her half as much as she did her.

"I will explode if you don't fuck me right now."

And then, she pushed up so her mouth reached her face, and she aimed for her earlobe, biting it playfully.

Fuck. What the hell was that? Her already hard member throbbed against her pants, trying to break free—she breathed in hard between her teeth as the vixen carried on licking, biting, and sucking along her neck.

She’d never moved so fast, getting into the master bedroom and throwing her on the bed, which somehow made her giggle. Beyoncé then turned to close and lock
the bedroom door, glaring at her. She slowly crawled up the bed to join her, stopping when she’d reached her bronze, silky legs.

“This was uncalled for, Ms. Maraj." She punctuated that with a playful slap against her that made her chuckle louder. “You did it to make me lose control, huh?"

The woman stuck her tongue out. “That’s what I thought. My turn.” On that note, she hooked her hands at the top of her slacks, careful to take any fabric she felt with it, and she pulled it all down her legs. Then, she dived in, sucking at her clit without so much as a preamble.

Her initial cry was muffled; it was her turn to chuckle when she glanced up to find her biting at a pillow. Under other circumstances, she would have told her to remove it, but as Blue was on the other side of the house, she’d allow it.