“Then we’re in agreement.”
Sam placed her hands on my sternum, right between my breasts, and gave me a little push. I didn’t need to be told twice. I shifted off her lap and laid down on the drop cloth. The canvas fabric was rough beneath my skin, adding to the sensation. She stood up long enough to remove her pants, and I wiggled out of mine. When my hands went to the waistband of my panties she stopped me.
“No, let me. I want to unwrap you like a fucking package.”
It was both sweet and vulgar. I watched as Sam shimmied out of her own underwear, revealing a neatly trimmed pussy that even in the dim light glistened with arousal. In a flash she was backon the ground, peeling off my panties and tossing them over her shoulder before spreading my legs wide and settling on her belly between them.
“Beautiful,” she breathed as she used her fingers to spread my lower lips wide.
Normally such intent scrutiny would have made me feel embarrassed, but seeing the look on her face – one of joy and appreciation – made all my insecurities disappear.
The first time her tongue moved through my slit my hips popped up. Sam clamped down on them with her hands, holding me in place, then started eating me out like it was her new mission in life. She started slowly, exploring my folds, then moved deeper, leaving nothing untouched. Every time she circled my clit I made a little whining noise, desperate for her to give my tiny bud some focus.
Finally I grabbed the back of her head, holding her there, and I felt her chuckle against my pussy. She complied though, circling and tapping against my clit over and over again until I was ready to do anything to come.
As if she knew I needed more, Sam shifted enough to slide one slim finger inside my opening, and another soon followed. She moved in and out slowly, like she had all the time in the world, until she curled her fingers and found a spot that made my eyes cross with pleasure.
“Sam!” I gasped. “Right there. More.”
She sucked my clit in between her lips, adding a bit of suction and teasing it with her tongue until I was on the edge. When she lifted her head, I cried out in frustration, making her smirk.
“Pinch your nipples for me,” she ordered, her voice low and authoritative in a way that I didn’t hate. “Nice and hard.”
I complied immediately and she kept her eyes on me while resuming her gentle sucking of my clit.
Sam added a third finger, stretching me wide, and this time when she rubbed against my G spot I completely lost control.
“Sam!”
My back arched and my head rolled back as waves of pleasure flooded my body. There was the briefest moment of stillness, then I was shuddering my way through the most intense orgasm of my life. My legs wrapped around her torso, as if my body was afraid she’d get away, and I curled my hands into fists on the floor, all of my focus on the sensations waking up my body like an electric shock.
She finally gentled her touch, waiting for me to come down from my orgasm. I felt empty when she removed her fingers, but then she looked me dead in the eye and sucked those fingers into her mouth, making a sound of pleasure that nearly made me come again.
“Holy shit,” I breathed.
“Yeah.”
There was a world of meaning in that one word and as we stared into each other’s eyes across the distance of my prone body I wondered if she was thinking the same thing as me, that things would never be the same again.
I was too nervous to ask her but as Sam slid up my body to cuddle into my side, my mind was racing. I knew Sam well enough to know that she kept herself at a distance from everybody. Even good friends like Barney she only let in so far. I’d asked him about her, not long after that kiss we shared in her office.
“I don’t know if it’s because she’s a woman in an industry that’s still mostly male, or if something happened in her past to make her skittish, or maybe she’s just one of those people who can’t stand to get too close to people,” he said. “Either way, she’s always held herself apart. I’ve known her since she was an eighteen year old apprentice and we’ve been friends, good friends, most of that time, and still I can’t say that I know what goes on in her head. And as for dating, I’ve never seen her stay with anyone more than a month. Maybe two. She’s a hard nut to crack that one.”
There was one thing I knew for sure – Sam was worth it. Now that I’d had her head between my legs, there was no way I was letting her go. I knew it wouldn’t be easy though. Between Sam’s wariness, the differences in our worlds, and God help me, my mother, our being together would be a challenge, at least at first. But it was a challenge I was willing to undertake if it meant spending the rest of my life with the woman I loved.
Because it was true. I was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with Sam Ralston.
Sam
“Are you sleeping?”
Livi’s voice came from somewhere under the blanket. My left nipple, to be exact.
“Not anymore,” I joked.
Technically I had been in that half asleep twilight phase while Livi recovered from what I knew had been an intense orgasm. Her inner muscles had been squeezing me so hard I thought she’d rip off my fingers.
I yelped as she bit down on the nipple, then shivered as she smoothed the sting with her tongue. She shifted, then did the same thing on the other side.
