The thought sent a sharp pang through my chest, followed by a wave of heat. I tugged at his hair, my voice breaking. “I need — I need you to—”
Samuel pulled back just enough to smirk up at me, his lips glistening. “Need me to what?”
“Stop teasing.”
He chuckled, low and dark, and the sound went straight to my cock. “But you taste so good.” He licked a slow stripe up my length, and I whimpered. “And you’re so responsive.” His fingers teased my entrance, just the lightest pressure, and my hips jerked. “I could do this all night.”
“Samuel.” My voice was wrecked. “If you don’t—”
“Shhh.” He kissed the inside of my thigh, then pushed himself up onto his knees. “I’ve got you.” His hands slid under my hips, lifting me slightly, and then—
Oh.
Oh. My. God.
He took me deep, all the way to the back of his throat, and I saw stars. My fingers scrambled for purchase on the sheets, my back arching as he swallowed my entire cock, his tongue working magic. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. I was going to—
“Samuel, I’m about to—”
He pulled off with a wet pop, his lips swollen, his eyes heavy-lidded. “Not yet.” He crawled up my body, kissing me hard, letting me taste myself on his tongue. “I want you to come with me inside you.”
My brain short-circuited.
“You. Inside me.” The words came out rough, barely above a whisper. “I want all of you. Samuel.”
His breath stuttered. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve been sure for days. I’ve been going out of my mind being sure.”
“Do you have—”
“Bathroom. Under the sink.”
Samuel pulled back, a grin spreading across his face. “Under the sink?”
“I must have packed them without thinking when I left New York.” My face was burning again. “I wanted to be prepared. Just in case.”
“You brought condoms ‘just in case.’”
“Are you going to mock me, or are you going to get them?”
“Both. I’m absolutely going to do both.” But he was already climbing off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom. I heard him rummaging under the sink, a quiet laugh, and then he was back, dropping a box of condoms and a bottle of lube onto the bed beside me.
“You really were prepared,” he said, settling back between my thighs.
“I’m a planner. It’s what I do.”
“Farley Davenport.” He kissed me, soft and sweet, at odds with the urgency of moments before. “You’re full of surprises.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
What followed was slow and intense and nothing like I expected. Samuel took his time, stretching me open with careful fingers, watching my face for every reaction, adjusting his angleuntil he found the spot that made me cry out. He was patient and thorough and devastatingly attentive, and by the time he finally rolled on a condom and positioned himself, I was shaking with need.
“Ready?” he asked, voice strained with the effort of holding back.
“If you don’t get inside me in the next three seconds, I’m going to lose my mind.”
He laughed, breathless and wanting, and pushed in.
