He groans again, fallingback onto his pillow and closing his eyes.I may be the one in thesubmissive position, but he is at my complete mercy and I relishevery moment of it.
I slowly lean forward,pressing a tentative kiss to the tip of him.That grabs hisattention and his eyes fly back open and he sits until he's leaningback on his elbows.His stare is wide, and I'm certain he holds hisbreath.
I swipe my tongue overhim, tracing every line and contour, until I'm licking him frombase to tip.
I pull back the slightestbit, suddenly nervous.But my fears center around one concern—thatI may be no good at this.
"I… I don't know what I'mdoing," I breathe shakily.
Sam sits up, taking my facein his hand, bringing his down so that we are eye to eye—on equalfooting.
"Anything you do, Ror,will be the most amazing experience of my entire fucking life."Hisvoice is hoarse but his tone intent, and I don't doubt him for amoment.
My tongue darts out to wetmy lips, and Sam's eyes close again, as if the sight is too much tobear, and it emboldens me even more.
I don't lick him thistime, instead, I open my mouth wide and take him inslowly.
Sam groans again, fallingback onto his elbows and watching me carefully, as if the sight isjust as erotic as the sensation.I think about seeing him betweenmy legs with his mouth on me, and I feel another rush ofheat.
He's too big to take inall the way, but I take him in as far as I can, until I nearly gag,and then suck hard as I pull back.I look between what I'm doingand his face, and it tells me everything I need to know.I may notbe any good at this, but Sam seems to be enjoying it either way,and I increase my pace, and eventually add my tongue with eachmotion.
I listen to his breathinggrow faster and heavier, and feel my own desire grow to a feverpitch.
Suddenly Sam is halfsitting up, his hand on my waist.
I look up at him, worriedI'd done something wrong.After all, it's only my first time doingthis and he wasn't exactly giving me any guidance.
"No, don't stop," he says quickly,and I resume what I was doing, relieved.I hadn't wanted to stop atall, I love having him in my mouth.I can feel the sensationmirrored in other places, and it's an incredibleturn-on.
Then I feel his fingerssoftly brush my hip, until he's pulling the waistline of my pants,tugging my behind back towards him, but I do as he's said and don'tstop.
"Just bring that sweetlittle ass over here," he murmurs.
Once he has me where hewants me, he starts peeling down my yoga pants, sliding his fingersinto my panties as he pulls them down, torturously slowly, watchingme for any sign I might ask him to stop.
I may be crazy, but hellif I'mthatcrazy.
I concentrate my wantonmind on my enjoyment of the task in front of me, and take him evendeeper into the back of my throat, focusing on trying to control mygag reflex.
I hear Sam's breath hitch,and he stills for a moment, before he finishes undressing me indouble time.It's more than obvious I've no intention of asking himto stop, and I even lift my ankles to help him get everythingoff.
He places soft kisses onmy hip and my own breath catches.He's so close to where I want himmost.
God.
He pausesagain.
I don't.
"Fuck, Ror," he breathesagainst my thigh."I need to see if you taste as sweet as Iremember."His words are so low he may have been mumbling them tohimself.
His kisses grow hungrieras they make their way up my thighs.The anticipation sends ashiver of torturous excitement rolling through me, and I lose myrhythm, but Sam doesn't seem to care.
And then his mouth is onme, and I whimper around him.
"Fuuuuuck," he groansagainst me, the vibrations only adding to the sensation of hislips, his tongue.
I'm so caught up in thesensations and sexy-as-hell sounds coming from behind, that I'monly vaguely aware of the intimacy of our position.Of our mouthson each other's most private places.How exposed and vulnerable Iam to him right now.There's something about it that makes thiswhole thing even hotter.And it's surprising to me.With myhistory.Vulnerability is usually something I avoid like theplague.
