Slowly, he pushed himself in, slowly filling me, letting me get used to his girth. That craving between my legs intensified as I felt him inside me. I took every inch of him. When he was in, he didn’t move. He stayed propped on his arms as he hovered over me, his cock inside me but not moving, driving my wolf mad with need.
He must have seen the need in my face because he let out a low, hungry chuckle. “I want to hear you ask for it,” he said.
I bit my lip, that order turning me on far more than I would have expected. His dick throbbed inside me, sending more pulses of craving rippling through me.
“Please,” I muttered.
“Hmm?” He cocked his head, his hand running along my side, his fingers going to my breast. “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear that.”
He pinched my nipple and tugged gently, making my body convulse.
“Please fuck me,” I begged, the words filled with every ounce of burning need I felt pulsing through my body.
He slid out until just the tip remained inside me, then he thrust in, ramming me with his cock. I screamed as he filledme, but his mouth slammed over mine, muffling the sound as he continued pumping in and out of me.
Every thrust was a new reverberation of lust, that craving and need that I had never experienced before running deeper and deeper every time he slammed his cock inside me. My head rolled back as my toes curled, barely able to think. I had never imagined sex could feel this amazing, this intense, and all I wanted was for it to last until the end of time.
I felt myself nearing the precipice and willed myself to hold on, wanting to grasp that sensation for as long as possible, to savor that incredible feeling radiating through me. My hips began to thrust in time with his, pushing him in deeper and intensifying that electricity.
Between two thrusts, I shattered. I cried out as ecstasy and release raced through me, my body writhing as Sam continued pressing his thumb to my clit as he kept pumping in and out of me, refusing to stop even as he watched my body squirm and felt me shudder as the orgasm all but drowned me.
Just as my own wave began to subside, Sam let out a groan of his own. A moment later, I felt his cock pulse inside me, each throb filling me further. After a long moment, he slid out of me, leaving me feeling strangely empty.
He hovered above me, his hand caressing my cheek, pushing a strand of hair out of my face as he looked down at me, searching my face, trying to gauge my reaction.
“How was that?” he asked.
Unable to yet put it into words, I pulled his mouth to mine, trying to convey all my emotions in that single gesture. He responded eagerly, as if trying to relay his own message.
When we broke apart, I found my voice again. “You certainly made it memorable,” I said.
Chapter 12 - Sam
“That’s cheating,” Rachel said with a mock scowl. Her eyes sparkled as she tried to keep up with a glower.
“Just because I’m good at chess doesn’t mean I’m cheating,” I countered.
Raising her eyebrows, she leaned forward, her hair brushing against the tops of the chessmen as she leaned over the board. I caught a whiff of her scent as her lips moved toward my ear.
“Knights don’t move that way,” she said in a conspiratorial whisper.
When she pulled away, her eyes were dancing, and I stared down at the blatantly illegal move I had made.
“Oh,” I said.
She laughed, her eyes crinkling as a beautiful grin spread across her face. “I can’t tell if you thought that I wouldn’t notice or if you didn’t realize,” she teased.
I shrugged. “Since I don’t want you to realize how little I know about this game, I’m going to say I thought you wouldn’t notice.” I pulled up the bishop piece and held it up. “Rooks go in a zigzag pattern, right?”
She bit her lip as she tried to hold back another burst of laughter, though I could see the mirth in her eyes. It was a good look to see on her. Over the last couple of weeks, we had started spending more time with one another, playing games or going on walks, and eating dinner together. It had happened organically. We had just started doing it without realizing, until it became a pattern, one I actually found myself enjoying. I hadn’t realized how much I liked spending time with Racheluntil now. And the more we did it, the more I craved. I liked being close to her. I liked knowing her on this level.
And you could have been doing this for years,a chiding voice said.
I pushed the thought away as Rachel deliberately moved my knight back to its proper position.
“How are your practices going with Amelia?” I asked.
“Great,” she said. “I’m learning a lot, and I’ve never felt this strong before. She really knows her stuff.”
