“Shhh.” He covers my mouth with his, swallowing the words, and my thoughts. I want him. Oh god, I want him so badly. The need is almost unbearable. But something is wrong.
“Not here,” is all I manage to say. He scoops me up in his strong arms and carries me upstairs to his bedroom. He sets on my feet next to the bed and stands behind me. His fingers trail tiny sparks up my bare arms and over my shoulders, pushing the spaghetti straps of my little black dress out of the way. He sweeps the hair away from my neck and kisses the nape of my neck. I close my eyes, focusing all of my attention on his touch. He gently tugs at the zipper of my dress, sliding it open. The material falls to my hips, and I shiver as the cool night air touches my midriff. His mouth follows the path of the zipper, heating my spine as he works his way down my back. His hands grab the hem of the dress and jerk the garment down in one quick movement until it pools at my feet. His fingers trail up the back of my thighs as he stands again, tearing a groan of pleasure from me.
I know this is wrong. I shouldn’t be so attracted to a thief. I shouldn’t let him touch me like this. But I can’t stop him. His touch muddles my mind, and I can think of nothing besides how much I want more of him.
Sam’s hands rest on my hips as he stands behind me, his body warm and hard...hardening. He slides one hand up the curve of my waist to the black lace of my strapless bra. He cups my breast, and my nipple tightens, prodding against the palm of his hand. I can feel his mouth curve into a smile as he kisses my neck. I push my hips back against him and am extremely satisfied to feel his reaction pressing firmly against my ass. He slides his other hand south, beneath the matching black lace of my panties, and cups my mound. My hips buck in surprise and pleasure as he slips a finger between my lips and brushes it over my clit.
“Oooh.” The sound escapes on a long sigh. It’s been so long since someone touched me so intimately and suddenly, I can’t wait any longer. I turn to Sam and start unbuttoning his shirt, frowning as I fumble.
He chuckles at my haste. “I have a faster way,” he says and lifts it over his head. His chest is toned and smooth, with tattoos swirling around his pecs. I run my palms over his golden skin and lick my lips. He’s perfect. Except for the pants. I reach for the waistband of his trousers and release the zipper. Before I can do more, Sam snags his thumbs under the material and quickly divests himself of briefs and pants.
“Your turn,” he says and reaches behind me to unhook my bra. It falls to the floor. “You are so beautiful.” He steps closer, then smiles, the curve of his lips so seductive I want to lick them. “One last thing.” His hands glide over my ribs, my waist, my hips, and finally push the lace panties down until they too, land on the floor.
I step out of the pool of clothing at my feet, and out of my shoes. I lower myself to the bed and lay back. “Take me, Sam. I need you.” He joins me on the bed, his mouth devouring mine. I give myself over to the kiss, the sensations, the need. His hand dips between my legs and he groans against my mouth when he finds me wet for him. He swirls the moisture around my clit and swallows my cries of ecstasy.
“Now,” I say when I can bear no more. “Please, Sam. Now!” He settles between my thighs and I push my hips forward, spreading my legs and pressing my sex up to meet his cock. He lowers himself and I guide him to me. We both moan as he enters me, buries the full length of his hard shaft into my pussy. We move together in exquisite harmony, his thrusts filling me, fanning the flame of need and desire until I’m ready to burst. I wrap my legs around his waist and arch my back and come with a cry of release. As I spasm around him, I feel him come too. We collapse on the bed in a spent heap.
