By the time he settled his shoulders between her legs, she was a live wire. Crying out unintelligibly. Absolutely vibrating with need.
The smell of her, the warm scent of ripe, ready woman filled his nose and nearly had his eyes rolling back in his head. And the taste of her when he closed his lips over the swollen button at the top of her sex? That salty, zestyzingof hungry, healthy woman? There was nothing like it.
“Sam!” she groaned his name at the first pass of his tongue. “God, yes! That feels so good!”
Having gotten the all-clear, he settled in and gorged himself.
She was so delicious, so slick and hot, that he wanted to tease and torture her all night. But after only a handful of minutes, he glanced up and saw she was already close to the edge. It was there in the way she grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples. In the way her hips pumped mindlessly against the glide of his tongue.
And then her orgasm hit like the shockwave from a nuclear blast.
Her thighs clamped tight around his ears. His name was a keening cry that echoed around the room.
Tasting her release on his tongue was ecstasy. It was also agony. And had him grinding his dick into the mattress, seeking what small amount of relief that offered.
21
Hannah was having an out of body experience.
Er…that wasn’t right. Because her entireexistencewas her body. The pleasure pummeling it. The sensations shaking it. The sheer delight that detonated through her again and again.
It was so intense she lost track of time. Of where she was. Ofwhoshe was.
There was only physical bliss. And then…ever-so-slowly, synapse by synapse, her mind returned.
She was in Sam’s room at Black Knights Inc. It was past midnight, although she didn’t have the first clue howfarpast. And her name was Hannah Blue.
Hannah, the girl from Englewood. Hannah, Candy’s little sister. Hannah…Samuel Harwood’s lover.
Even with the tail end of her orgasm shimmering through her, it was still hard to believe. Even with him between her legs leaving gentle, open-mouthed kisses against her swollen, achy sex, she still had trouble wrapping her mind around it.
“That was…” She had to stop and swallow. “Pretty good.”
He crawled up beside her. There was satisfaction and desire in his eyes. But also humor. “Just pretty good?”
“Well…” She panted, her breath still struggling to return. “I’m trying not to overinflate your ego.”
“Well…” He parroted her inflection. “Guess I’ll have to settle for pretty good then.”
She hummed a small laugh and thought how lovely it was that, even though they were naked and doing terribly naughty things to each other—well, Sam was only half-naked;boo—they were stillthem. Still talking and teasing. Still…friends.
“But see?” She reached for the top button on his jeans. “The thing about pretty good is that it leaves room for improvement. I suggest we practice.”Pop.The first button came loose. “A lot,” she emphasized.Pop, pop, pop!Before she reached into his open fly, she quirked an eyebrow. “What do you think?”
She was playing. But she couldn’t deny the hint of desperation as she waited for his answer. Waited to see if he agreed they would be doing what they were doing now for many nights—months?Years?—to come.
Which meant she was disappointed when all he said was, “I think you should pull off the socks and get comfy. Because I’m gonna fuck you better than you’ve ever been fucked before.”
Coming from any other man, it would’ve sounded like bravado. Coming from Sam, it sounded like a promise.
Her sex, so recently sated, throbbed with renewed need. And she didn’t waste time complying with his command.
When she turned back from pulling off her socks, it was to find he’d taken down his jeans and boxer briefs, kicking them over the side of the bed. But she barely registered the action because her gaze was riveted to his cock.
So large and swollen. So long and thick. So veiny and dark.
Her mouth watered as the urge to taste him, just as she’d promised down in the tunnel, returned with a vengeance.
When she pushed him onto his back, he stopped her from bending to take him into her mouth with a hand around her arm.
