"Would I ever hurt you?"he asks.
I blink at him a momentbefore shaking my head.No, of course he would never hurt me.Heloves me.
Keeping his eyes open andtrained on mine, he slowly returns his lips to my skin, bringing meback into the moment.He plants soft, gentle kisses along my jaw,still watching me carefully.
His hips grind into mineand I moan.My desire returns times infinity and suddenly all I canthink is how much I want him.My legs tighten around him all oftheir own accord and the delectable frictionintensifies.
Yes.
"Yes, baby girl.Likethat," Sam groans, answering my movement with more pressure of hisown.
I gasp again, deeper thistime, the softest of whimpers escaping my throat.It's out of mycontrol, but Sam presses further into me, painfully slowly as hislips and tongue echo his movements elsewhere.
He kisses me again, deeply,fully, until he completely owns my mouth—it's his, even more thanit's my own.And God, that's just fine with me.
"It can be like this," hewhispers just below my ear, his breath making me break out intogoose bumps despite its heat.
I know exactly what he'stelling me.He knows I'd been reminded of the time Robin took melike this in the locker room.It was the worst experience of mylife, the one that haunts me most of all.But Sam won't acceptthat.He won't let Robin ruin this for me for life.Sam is sayingthis can be good.That he will make it good.
And God, do I know hewill.
Sam carefully lets myweight back down, waiting until I drop my feet to thefloor.
He slowly undresses me,dragging my shorts and underwear down my legs, brushing his lipsalong my exposed skin.He lifts my tank top over my head beforeunfastening my bra and letting it fall to the floor.
He lets his gaze travelover every inch of me."Godyou're beautiful," he breathes.
He undresses himself morequickly, unknotting his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt beforepushing it over his shoulders at the same time as his blazer.Istand there, my back to the wall, completely naked, completelystill, as he shoves his pants and boxer briefs down the tensedmuscles of his strong thighs.
I return his appraisal.He's perfection, and it just doesn't matter how many times I seehim like this, it strikes me dumb and mad with lust.
And the sight of hisdesire for me, it turns me on even more.His eyes widen and hisnostrils flare; I know it drives him crazy when I look at him likethis.And then suddenly he's grabbing me and kissing me and I'mback positioned with my legs around him, ready for him to takeme.
He pulls back to watch me,making sure I'm still okay.But I'm more than okay, I'm desperate,and if he's not inside me in the next two seconds, I just maycombust.
"Please," I beghim.
"Fuck," he groans—he loves it when Ibeg—and I sigh with pleasure as he finally pushesinside.
God, it's been too long.Inever want to be without him again.I won't survive it, I knowit.
Sam begins to move,slowly, with long drives, and though I feel my back pressed intothe wall with each thrust of his hips, I'm reveling in it.Thesensations are all pleasure—alllove—and I'm not thinking of anyoneother than him, of anything other thanthis.
He moves faster, harder,until I'm moaning and begging with every movement of his body inmine.He's deep inside me when I come, more intensely that I wasprepared for, and I scream his name as he moves me, turning us anddropping me down onto the bed and moving erratically until hefollows me into ecstasy, chanting my name and a mix of barelyintelligible expletives.
Afterwards we lay entwinedin bed, silent for a long time.It's more than a comfortablesilence, it's blissful.
Sam runs his fingerslightly over my skin as I trace the lines of muscle and sinew onhis chest and stomach.I can't seem to stop touchinghim.
"Ror…" His voice is low andgravelly.
"Mmm?"Sex with Sam isalways incredible, but it's this part, the part afterwards, whenwe're lazy and sated, just touching and talking that I love themost.
"I want you to promise mesomething," he says.
"Boy you must feel likeit's your lucky day," I tease.
"I've never felt luckier."But there's no jest in his tone, and I'm surprised by hisseriousness.
