“Let me.” He starts to lower my panties, gently guides me to sit down, and kneels before me. Placing his hands on my outer thighs, he trails kisses from my right knee to my thigh and higher.
“Sam, please.” I’m breathless as he tortures me with his mouth.
He shushes me, “Patience, Kitty Kat. I want to memorize every curve of your body.” I want to give him that time, but my body is on fire as his lips trail closer to my core.
Before he gives me what I want, he starts the process over with my left knee, trailing slow kisses up my thigh.
I’m writhing below him as he holds me in place. Once again, he stops right before my apex. I’m about to protest again when he looks up at me. I’m lost in him; my vision hazy with lust.
“You are so beautiful.”
Before I can respond, he pushes my thighs apart, giving him more space. He circles my clit with his thumb; the sensation causes my back to arch. He slowly pushes a finger inside me and pumps in and out a few times, his eyes never leaving my face.
I drop my head back and look towards the ceiling when I feel Sam’s warm mouth on my clit, sucking and swiping his tongue along my sensitive nerves.
“Oh, God. Sam, that—fuck, that feels—” I grab his hair and pull at him gently. I’m already so close, and he’s barely touched me.
Adding another finger, he continues moving in and out of me, his mouth never leaving my clit.
The tension continues to build inside of me with each slide of his fingers, each suck and pass of his tongue. I want more. I want… him.
He curls his fingers inside of me, hitting that perfect spot, “Come for me, Kitty Kat.” Sam’s rough voice is my undoing. I clench around his fingers, screaming his name. He continues moving his fingers inside me, as his mouth and tongue continue working my clit, prolonging my release.
Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of me, raising them to his mouth, and sucks them clean. “You are delicious,” Sam punctuates each word. “I would die a happy man if I could taste you every day.”
Fuck, that’s hot.
“Scoot back and lie down,” he says gently. His eyes are still blazing.
It’s only now that I realize he’s still fully clothed. I shake my head at him. “Let me see you first.” He starts unbuttoning his jeans, and I place a hand over his chest where I think his scars might be. “All of you, Sam. I want to see all of you.”
His expression immediately turns agonized and pained. But slowly, he takes off his shirt, revealing the scar beneath. I make sure to keep my expression schooled before I look at it. I don’t want to give Sam any reason to hide from me.
Sam’s scar is jagged and runs from above his left collarbone, past his pec, before curving down his ribs. I figured it was bad when he said he was in physical therapy for a while, but I never imagined this.
I gently touch where his scar meets his collarbone and look at the jagged edges. He goes rigid at the contact, and tears prick my eyes.
This is Sam,my Sam, and he’s terrified.
“Did I tell you the doctor said I could have lost my arm?” He clears his throat as I shift my gaze to his. I’m stunned by his words. His eyes search mine, finding whatever answer he needs beforecontinuing, his voice little more than a whisper. “Even then, I’m lucky to have full function after the accident. I could have died if I had gotten to the hospital even a few minutes later.” I return my gaze to his scar.
God, I almost lost him, too.
Getting to my knees, I trail kisses along the length of his scar, starting at his collarbone and stopping only when I reach the opposite end by his ribs.
I lean back and catch him staring at me, wonder, and something else. He leans down and kisses me. His lips are soft and gentle like a caress.
He removes his jeans and boxer briefs. My eyes trail over his body and stop when I meet his rigid length.
Fuck, I’m going to enjoy this.
I can’t stop myself from touching him. Wrapping my hand around his cock I begin to stroke. He sucks air in between his teeth, but too quickly, he grabs my hand and stops my motion.
“I want to be inside you, Kat. Now be a good girl. Scoot back and lie down.” His voice is husky.
I can’t resist him when he sounds like that. I do as he asks and lie down in the middle of the bed. I watch as he rolls on a condom I didn’t realize he had opened.
He crawls up the bed and hovers over me, bracing himself with his arms. He leans down and takes my mouth in his. Kissing me like it could be his last.
