I sigh amorously. Only for me would it be such an incredible turn-on to be reminded that I can tell him to stop. But I have absolutely no intention of doing that. And that endearment.Baby. He's never called me that before. No one has. And,God,do I want to be hisbaby.
Sam starts kissing across my collarbone, his hands roving over my breasts, molding - exploring. "I think you wore this bathing suit to torment me," he rasps, reaching around back to pull on the knot. "To punish me for stopping it last night."
I laugh as he tosses the bandeau top over the side of the bed. His lips whisper sweet kisses down my sternum and between my breasts before he takes one in his mouth and lightly sucks. My head rolls back, my eyes close, and my back arches all on its own, thrusting my chest toward his mouth. I have no control over the moan that rips from my lips.
This never felt good when Robin did it. When heforced meto let him do it. But,God,does it feel incredible now. Like my breasts have some secret connection wired right to the core of me. I open my eyes to find Sam watching me intently, silently cataloging my every reaction. His hand slips down, down, and slides between my thighs.
I let out a sharp gasp. Oh, God.
My hips move mindlessly in rhythm with his hand, and I'm barely even aware when he undoes my fly. And then his hand is gone and I whimper my complaint at the loss. Sam's lips stretch into a pleased smirk as he slowly -torturously- slips my shorts off until I'm naked except for my swimsuit bottoms.
"So beautiful," Sam breathes as his gaze rakes my body. He presses his lips to my stomach, brushing a trail from hip to hip and down the top of my scar.
Holy shit.
"You have no idea how much I've thought about this, baby." Sam's hot breath against my skin is somehow just as erotic as his touch.
"God, Sam.Please," I beg, and I'm not sure for what. I'm practically writhing, a torrent of sensation concentrated between my legs, where I've never wanted anyone, but where I now want Sam desperately. I ache in a way I've never experienced, and I know Sam can fix it, can give me what I need, even though I don't exactly know what that is.
Sam suddenly pulls back just enough to meet my gaze. He furrows his brow in that way I love, as if he's considering something. "Rory... you've had an orgasm before, right?"
I blink at him, eyes wide, mortified.
"He ever make you come? Before it got bad, I mean? You ever make yourself come?" His tone is soft and gentle, trying not to embarrass me, but I'm afraid right now that is impossible.
"I... I'm not sure."
Sam just stares a beat before I detect what is undoubtedly a mischievous gleam in his eye. "Oh, baby, if you're not sure, then you haven't. Trust me," he informs me.
I don't know what to say, but before I can try and think up a response, Sam's lips are back on mine. He kisses me hungrily with renewed urgency. He drags his lips back down my neck, licking and sucking as he goes, and peels my bathing suit bottoms down my legs.
He looks me up and down. "Fuckingbeautiful," he growls appreciatively. He shoves his board shorts down and tosses them with the rest of our discarded clothing. Now it's my turn to checkhimout, andGod, he'sthe beautiful one. He's all sun-kissed rippling muscles, and they're as tense with desire as mine are.
Every inch of him is unfathomably perfect. I want him inside me. I've never wanted that. Ever. And, I realize, he's bigger than Robin, both in length and girth. I know how much that would piss Robin off to know, and the thought pleases me deeply. I let out a giggle before I can stop myself and Sam pauses his reverent kissing of my neck and collarbone.
"You know, baby girl, laughter isn't exactly what a guy wants to hear when a girl sees him naked for the first time," he teases.
I laugh again. "I'm sorry..." This is all so surreal for me. Sex was always something that was donetome, not something I didwithsomeone.
"What is it, Ror? Come on, we're naked - it's definitely not time to get all shy on me," he urges, and I laugh again.
Is there always this much laughter during foreplay? Because there definitely should be. It's putting me infinitely at ease. Reminding me who I'm here with - one of my very best friends, whose company is everything, and who I want to connect with in the deepest way possible. It reminds me how much I've already confided in him - that I can tell him anything. So I do. "It's just that... you're... so much bigger thanhim," I explain, not sure if what I'm saying is even appropriate.
Sam's eyes widen in surprise, and then he grins wickedly. "Now thatisexactly what a man wants to hear," he murmurs, and resumes the work of his mouth with a new determination - perhaps a reward for my honesty.
He kisses his way down between my breasts, dipping his tongue into my navel, and I moan again. He traces his lips down my scar. "You're fucking perfect," he says huskily, his mouth moving to the inside of my thighs. His stubble scratches softly against my sensitive skin, and my legs pull together toward the novel sensation. I'm idly thankful I waxed for this vacation.
"Sam..." His name comes out as a plea, and again, I'm sure he knows what I need far better than I do.
"You trust me, baby?" he asks, looking up at me from between my legs.
I nod desperately, and Sam kisses methere.A hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss.
"Sam!" I cry out, and he explores me in earnest until my moans fill the room in a carnal song I can hardly believe is my own.
He concentrates his tongue in one sensitive spot before slowly pushing two fingers inside me, circling them around and around until I grind my hips against him, out of my mind with need.
"Fuck, Ror, you are so fuckingsweet," he growls against me.
