Oh my god!
Sam is kissing me.
The kiss starts out gentle, a caress. His lips are soft, just like I thought they would be. He swipes his tongue over my lips, and I open for him, allowing him to deepen our kiss.
I’m not sure which one of us turns the kiss frantic. But we can’t seem to get close enough to each other.
Like we’re both drowning, and the other is the air our lungs desperately crave.
I want to mold my body to his.
Sam’s hands are on my back, pulling me into him while my hands explore his neck before running through the soft strands of his hair.
I don’t realize I’ve climbed into his lap until I’m straddling him, his hands moving from my back to my hips. He shifts us onto the couch so that I’m lying down as his body presses gently against mine; his hands are on the couch above my head.
I feel his body press into mine, not enough that it becomes hard to breathe, but enough that I feel his rigid length through my leggings. I can’t stop my hips from moving, trying to create friction for my most sensitive parts.
He breaks our kiss and hisses, “Fuck.” Sam looks at me, eyes searching mine. “Kat,” he groans my name, “I want whatever you’re willing to give me. But I don’t want to do anything you’ll regret later. You set the pace here. You choose which pieces you let me have.”
His cautious gaze ignites something within me, and I grab his shirt in a fist and pull him back into me, crushing my lips to his. He moves his hips in time with mine; our movements create delicious friction, causing my core to tighten.
My hands run up and down his back in slow strokes.God, this feels so good.
I reach up and grab his left hand, placing it on my breast. He immediately starts massaging my breast before circling my nipple through my thin tank top and bra. He removes his mouth from mine and trails kisses along my neck and throat.
He grabs the top of my loose tank top, pulling down slightly, and looks at me, asking permission. With a quick nod of my head, he pulls my shirt and bra down, exposing my breasts.
He gives me a satisfied look before taking one nipple into his mouth. He sucks and nips in the most tantalizing way.
God, I think I’m going to come like this.
His hips continue moving with mine when I reach my hands down, gripping his toned ass, and pull his hips into me harder.
“Sam,” I moan. “Sam, I… I think I’m going to… fuck… I don’t want you to stop.” I can’t form the words as my brain short-circuits at the feeling of his body against mine.
He adjusts his position, creating space between us, and I groan at the loss. “Do you want to keep going like this, or do you want my fingers?” he says,breathily.
Not even a heartbeat later, I enthusiastically respond, “Fingers.”
He gives me a wicked grin and moves his hand into my leggings.
“No panties?” He looks at me in surprise.
I shake my head. “I don’t like them.” I let my knees fall open more, giving him better access.
“Fuck,” he groans as he crashes his mouth to mine, his thumb finding and circling my clit.
He slips one finger inside of me, and I moan at the contact.
He moves his finger in and out a couple of times before adding another, curling them to hit that perfect spot.
The tension continues to build in my core, and my body clenches. “That’s it, I want to see you come on my fingers,” he breathes into my neck.
He takes my nipple into his mouth again. The sensation of his fingers stroking in and out of me, his palm rubbing against my clit, and his very skilled tongue on my nipple has me writhing under him.
“Come for me, Kitty Kat.”
That stupid nickname is my undoing. My release barrels through me, and I call out his name; his mouth is on mine again, capturing my scream. He continues sliding his fingers inside of me, dragging out my orgasm.
