This was a pleasure unlike I’d ever felt, almost animalistic.
Spreading my legs wider, he dove in, wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking it between his teeth. The sounds he made had me in my own trance as I grinded my hips against his mouth greedily.
He laid pressure on my abdomen with his forearm, trapping me in place. My ragged breaths were drowned out by the music, and I could feel a finger probing at my hole, never letting up as the pressure on my belly intensified.
“Sam!”
He plunged his fingers into me, wetness mingling with the lube for easy entry. He was relentless, tongue flicking against my clit in time with each stroke of his fingers.
My hips lifted off the mattress, desperately loving the feeling of being brought to a real toe-curling orgasm for the second time in a matter of hours.
My eyes flickered shut, and I whined when his movements slowed. The desire roared within me, and I wasn't above begging right then. I would do anything for it.
“Sam…Don’t stop.”
“Relax,” he said firmly.
He was so seemingly focused right now, and I wouldn’t be the one to ruin it. I removed my tongue from the roof of mymouth and managed to relax enough for him to continue. He returned his fingers, one by one, to my pussy. Tears of pleasure streamed down my face as he stretched me wide.
Our eyes locked, and he blew out a breath, hand still inside of me. “My fist is inside of you, Lucy. Do you want me to keep going?”
“P–pl–please,” I cried in a strangled breath.
Sam gave a hum of approval, moving his hand inside me carefully. Each time his hand flexed, brushing against every wall, I moaned.
“Your pussy is keeping me so warm. I want to keep it here and make you my puppet. Free to use whenever I please.”
My body quivered, sweaty under him as I begged for more. The feeling of Sam’s fingers running along my walls when he flexed his hand was intoxicating as I chased these sinister feelings for the first time in my life. I’d never thought pain and pleasure could be in the same sentence.
“Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
He created a sweet rhythm as he continued to thrust in and out, twisting his fist around inside of me.
“Out of your head and focus on this. On us,” he encouraged.
“I can’t.”
I clamped down on his fist, tears streaming, burning a trail down my face as I spasmed around his hand.
“Yes, you can. You are so fucking perfect,” he said lowly, rolling back on his heels and admiring the view. Sam withdrew his hand gently and pulled my legs down to rest them on the bed. I lay there unable to form a single thought. The haze subsided shortly after, leaving one question clouding my mind.
“Did you compare me to a gun?”
The bed dipped on his side as he settled on his side to face me. Tucking a stray piece of sweaty hair behind my ear, I couldn’t help but smile at his kindness. That was the Sam I remembered. The Sam I fell in love with in college.
His laugh was harmonious in my ears as he spoke, “I missedyou so much, Lu. I hated myself for leaving you. I was so so wrong.”
I placed my finger against his lips with a small smile. “I forgave you a long time ago.”
He leaned forward, connecting our lips, and the taste was electrifying as a mix of myself and dessert-flavored lube coated my taste buds.
The dog tags he wore reflected off the blue and white Christmas lights, and I wrapped them in my hand lightly, inspecting them. They had all his information, right down to his religious affiliation.
“I need you to do something for me,” he mused, pulling away. “Make your decision based on who I am now, and not who I was back then.”
His eyes swam with an emotion I couldn’t pinpoint, almost conflicted. I pulled him closer and whispered against his lips, “I can do that, but if you leave like that again, don’t come back. I won't give you another chance.”
Chapter 10
