“Bossy.” I’ve always wanted a bossy lover. At least I wanted to see what it was like. So far, so good.
“Hell yes, I’m bossy. Take off the dress, Colette.”
Reaching down, I grasp the bottom edge of the dress and pull it up over my head before tossing it onto the floor. Our eyes meet for only a moment because his travel down and pausing, taking several long looks at my breasts. He cups them again, giving my nipples a pinch, then slides down touching the skin on my ribs and waist as he goes. “Love these goddamn curves, sweetheart.”
His fingertips play with the lace on the leg band of my panties, but only briefly because the next thing I know, he’s moving my panties aside so he can touch me. “Such a pretty pussy. I love this.” He skims his knuckles over my red hair. “Never shave it.”
No problem. My sisters talked me into waxing that area once, and it was horrible. I swore I’d never do it again. Trim? Yes. Completely bare? No way.
He runs his thick middle finger over my clit, and I moan. Because, damn, that feels good.
“Lift up a little for me.”
With my hands on his shoulders, I push up, so my weight is on my knees. “That’s good, honey. Perfect.” With one of his hands on my left hip, the other hand gets to work. I feel his finger slide inside, and I growl this time. “Ride my hand, Colette.”
I look down at him, then at his arm.
“Now. Fuck my hand now.”
“Bossy,” I repeat, but I’m smiling as I say it. Pressing down a little on his hand, I feel him deep. “God,” I moan.
Pushing up, I quickly move down as he presses his finger further inside. It feels like he’s added a second finger. I look down and see this to be true.
“Faster.” My god, he’s demanding.
I press up, then down, and the more I do it, the faster I go, chasing that elusive orgasm. “Yes, Sam.” I glance down at him, and his eyes look wild. He’s watching where we’re joined at first, then his focus goes to my chest, which isn’t still. I don’t like that, so I remove my hands from his shoulders and place them over my boobs so they stop bouncing.
“No,” he practically shouts. “Let me see.”
I release them.
“Touch yourself.”
Moving one hand down, I do as he says. I circle my clit with my fingers, and it’s all it takes to blast me into the best orgasm I’ve ever had. I scream his name.
His hand is gone in seconds, and I feel myself being lifted up, then down. I’m flat on my back on the sofa. And Sam? Well, he’s above me looking down. Without a word, he reaches down and drags the silky undies down my legs, then off, tossing them off somewhere behind him. Then, he pushes my legs open, and his mouth is on me, devouring. That’s the best word to describe it. His fingers are pressing on my inner thighs, holding me open, making room for his big shoulders.
I can barely stand it. I’m still sensitive from the first orgasm. I can’t imagine having another one. Hell, I’ve never had two in a row before, not even alone.
“Sam,” I whine as he licks and suckles my clit.
“You taste like heaven.” His tongue is magic as it flicks my clit, then works its way down and inside me. With his thumb on my clit, he presses down, then circles it, his tongue lapping at the rest of me in hurried strokes. “Come. Now, Colette,” he hisses.
And, what the ever-loving hell? I do. I come again. Hard.
Chapter Fourteen
One Satisfied Customer
Sam
Wiping my mouth off on my shirt, I slide my hands around her back and pull her limp body up and against mine. Reaching beneath her legs, I lift them until she’s sitting on my lap. “You okay?”
Her arms wrap around my neck. Running my hand up and down her back, I smile when she says, “Never better.”
We sit in companionable silence for a minute or two. “Hey.” She sounds a little bit more alert. “Why am I completely naked and you haven’t taken anything off?”
She’s right. Hell, I’ve still got my boots on. I look at her nude body, then glance at my shirt then back at her. “That is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
