But that's the power oftrust, I suppose.I trust Sam implicitly.And it's what's allowingme to be so uninhibited right now, so free.I moan around himagain, and he pulls his mouth from me suddenly.
He falls from my mouthwhen he sits up under me, and before I can even turn to ask himwhat's going on, he's climbing over me and pressing hard kisses upmy spine, to my shoulder and neck.
"You are unbelievable," hegrowls into my ear, before sucking gently on the sensitive skin ofmy throat, licking a pattern that drives me crazy."But I won'tlast another second with you humming around my dick likethat."
I don't know why his wordsmake me even hotter, but they do.
"That's okay," I whisper,my head falling sideways to give him more neck to suck.After all,I wanted to taste him, and I was prepared for him tofinish.
He returns his mouth to myear, tonguing a ring around the outer lobe.I don't move, I justsit there on my hands and knees panting, relishing the feel of thelarge, hard planes of his body bracing mine, caging me in.I feelsmall, vulnerable, desired, and absolutely cherished.
"I need-" Sam inhalessharply, cutting off his own words, and then begins again."Iwantinsideyou, baby," he whispers.It's as if his words have fingers of theirown, and they stroke me in all the right places.Who ever knew Iliked dirty talk?"Saynoand we can do what we were just doing," hepromises, "or we could stop."
"No," I say, frantic atthe thought of stopping now.
Sam stillsimmediately.
"No, notno…No,I don't want to stop," Ielaborate.I will die if he stops.I know it.
Sam's hand finds theoutside of my thigh, and slides upward until he reaches my hip,increasing the pressure, his thumb stroking my backside, his mouthreturning to my ear.
"I want you so fuckingmuch, Ror.It's feels like it's been so much longer than it has."His voice is almost sad, but it's barely discernible through it'slust, and when his hand continues around and down between mythighs, my mind shoots back to it's only current track."Say—"
"Yes."I don't know how I know it'swhat he's going to ask me to say, but I do, and it's all I canthink to say anyway.That and…
"Please, Sam."
"Fuck," he growls softly,and then his fingers double their efforts until my eyes roll backand he has me moaning again.Sam traces me with himself, before hepositions to take me.
My body puts up noresistance when he enters me despite his impressive size.But he'shad me more than ready for a while now, and I want him inside me sobadly I can think of nothing else.
"Yes," I say again, butit's more moan than word, and as Sam fills me, his entire bodywraps around me.I push back against him, desperate for as manysquare inches of his hot skin against mine as physically possible.And he seems happy to accommodate me, holding his weight slightlyoff of me with one hand as the other winds around my middle,holding me flush against him.
I've never had sex thisway before.Robin had always seemed intent on holding me down on myback, even in his car.I'd have thought that position would havebeen more intimate.It sure was the other times I'd been with Samlike that.
But there's somethingabout having him over me, behind me like this.About me getting onmy hands and knees for him.It's not just the vulnerability, thetrust I'm giving to him.It'shim, too.The way he cherishes thattrust.The way he gives me these extra chances to stop it.The wayhe asks out loud—how he demands an affirmative answer.The way henever presumes anything.I mean he didn't even get into bed with meat first for God's sake, Iknowit.
And something tells meit's not just because of my history.Perhaps he's extra cautiouswith me, but I don't doubt for a second that this is just who heis.Respectful, if not always gentle.
And thank God for that.Hedoes start out slowly, but not softly.He moves deep into me withlong drives, and stays as deep as he can for long moments beforerepeating the motion all over again.His rhythm has me panting forbreath in minutes.
Sam brushes my hair over myshoulder, exposing my neck to his mouth.He takes full advantage,kissing and sucking and whispering to me about how incredible Ifeel, taste, sound, and the wicked things he wants to do to me—thathe's already doing to me.
I react in a gasp or amoan every time he whispers something new, and then he reacts inresponse.It isn't long before he's thrusting hard and fast, and Ijust keep begging him formore, and telling himyes.
His hand slips down untilhe's touching the place where he moves inside me, and vaguely Ithink I'm chantingplease, andSam.
"Yes, baby.Let me feelyou."
I do.
I explode around him, himdeep inside me with his hand pressed to me, his body cloaking mewith the heat of our lovemaking.
"OhGod,Sam!"I cry out over and over as myelbows give out, and he holds me up with one arm, still drivinginto me, and my pleasure rolls on and on around him.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," hechants."Fuck, Ror," and his rhythm speeds up even more before it becomeserratic, and then he stills, as deep as he can get, and I feel himshoot off inside me.
Sam lets me slideface-first down onto the mattress, and comes down with me, butcatches most of his own weight on his other hand.He startspressing soft, breathy kisses between my shoulder blades, and Irevel in the feel of his stubble against my over-sensitized skin.He rolls off of me and takes my hand to pull me toward him untilwe're lying on our backs side by side, still catching ourbreath.
