When I turned back to him, my brain nearly exploded. Sam was naked. Gloriously fucking naked. His devious smile could’ve lit up all of New York. That small, doubting part of me was abruptly shut out as carnal need surged through me.
“Who needs a suit?” he replied.
He prowled around me, tugging at my zipper. I toed my heels off, suddenly feeling short with him towering over me. His hands swept across my shoulders, pushing the dress off and to the floor. Lips caressed my shoulder, my neck. He pulled the band from my hair and freed it from its braid.
“I like it better wild,” he whispered in my ear.
The heat in the room wasn’t enough to stop me from shivering. His touch disappeared and I spun to see him heading into the shower. He glanced back and crooked his finger, eyes heated, then flipped the knobs. Steam filled the small room quickly as water rained down from overhead, and I followed him in.
Sam pulled me close beneath the streaming hot water, his kiss tender as opposed to the explosive start we had the night before. I ran my hands up his chest and around his neck, pressing flush against him. His dick was hard against my stomach, but he kept the slow, torturous pace.
I couldn’t decide if he was doing it deliberately for me or himself.
He moved me slowly backward until I met the tiled shower wall, then he lifted my arms and pinned them above my head. My fingers brushed against a metal bar and I instinctively grabbed on. Sam moved his hand to my throat, pressing his thumb under my chin so I’d meet his gaze.
“Don’t let go of that,” he said, brushing his nose against mine.
My core was heating quickly, and it had nothing to do with the water temperature. A part of me was ready to take over again, but I wanted to see where it went, what he would do. He didn’t relinquish control ever—something we, for better or worse, had in common—and it was a side I was eager to witness. So I held fast to the bar above my head as he kissed his way across my jaw, down my throat.
His tongue brushed over my nipple and a whimper escaped my throat. I was so fucking wet, and it wasn’t just the water washing over us. The slow pace was excruciating and I thought I was going to catch on fire before he even got started. When he took my breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue, my back arched toward him and my grip tightened on the bar. My pussy throbbed, aching for him to touch it, soothe it.
With a soft pop, he released it and gave the Sophiee affection to the other. I watched him with a heavy gaze, trying to control my breathing. I wanted so badly to run my fingers through his hair, pull him back to my mouth. His unique teal eyes met mine and he placed a kiss on my collarbone before moving down, his hot tongue tracing over my stomach.
Holding that damn bar was a difficult task, but I was determined to prove I could. I’d taken control from him last time; it only seemed fair. But everything about our interactions so far was the opposite of how I usually took things, limited as my experience was. I burned hot and fast, while he was slow to build up but would hopefully burn for longer. It was exciting to try something new.
Sam’s hot breath washed over my sex just before his tongue plunged between my legs. I bit down on my lip, but a strangled noise still escaped my chest. My legs opened of their own volition and Sam lifted one over his shoulder, reaching under me to grab my ass as his tongue slid through my slick folds.
My chest heaved as he licked and circled the sensitive nub, massaging my ass cheeks as he did. Fire flooded through me and steam exploded around us, water barely touching my skin before it evaporated. He flattened his tongue, stroking hard from slit to clit, then resuming the shorter, more focused movements. Heat pooled low in my stomach and I felt like I was about to rip the handle off the wall, my patience straining.
There was no way I was going to last long like this.
He took my sex into his mouth, holding me steady with his grip on my ass as I tried to buck my hips against him. I chanced a glance down at him to find him watching me, his gaze as hot as the flames beneath my skin. A low sound—a growl or a purr—reverberated through him, shooting a bolt of raw desire through my core.
It was like a match to my gasoline. I gritted my teeth and threw my head back into the tiled wall, his tongue working a spell over my whole body. The hard muscles in my stomach flexed with the anticipation of the orgasm that was building. I was acutely aware of everywhere his flesh touched mine, the nerves tingling as if static ran through them.
Just as I approached the edge, Sam slid two fingers inside me, curling them into a spot that undid me. I gasped and moaned as ecstasy ripped through me. My mind went fuzzy, unable to form a coherent thought. For a few seconds, the water raining down on us turned to bright orange sparks.
Like fucking fireworks.
He continued pumping his fingers faster, not letting me come down from the first. His tongue swirled and flicked, pushing hard to make me cum again. One of my hands let go of the bar to grab for his hair, but a sharp glance had me returning it. Fuck, I wanted to touch him. I wanted his cock in my mouth like last time.
I wanted him to fall apart in my hands the way he was doing me now.
My voice was lost to the second wave and my scream came out a whisper. I pushed myself against his mouth, but he didn’t let up. My breaths were short and dizzying, my entire body throbbing with the force of the orgasm. He showed no mercy.
“Dammit, Sam,” I gasped.
He growled against my sex and my voice disappeared again. It was getting harder to catch my breath, but he kept going, this time spinning his fingers around to hit a different spot. My back arched again and black spots danced on the edges of my vision as he threw me over the edge a third time. Another silent cry escaped my throat as I came and I almost lost my grip on the bar.
This time, he slowed both his fingers and his tongue, easing me down and giving me time to come back to myself. My whole body burned, trying to get back the energy he ripped away. He set my leg down gently, making sure I could hold my own weight before he let go.
Sam stood, mouth set in a smirk, looking very full of himself. His huge cock stood proud and I wanted to drop to my knees and return the favor, but there was an emptiness in me where his fingers had been. I leaned into him and pressed my lips to his briefly.
“Now fuck me before I rip this damn bar down.”
“You get very bossy when you’re turned on.” He brushed my wet hair back and kissed me again. “I think I might like it.”
I kept holding on as he lifted my leg again, teasing his cock against my entrance. Then he slid in slowly, filling me until it felt like I could breathe for the first time. I wanted to ask if it was a normal feeling—I’d certainly never had that connection in my limited experience—but he went from zero to sixty in a second.
