Gwenyth licked her suddenly dry lips. Apparently baseball players weren’t taught the meaning of the wordsfair playat camp. She tried to maintain eye contact, but her gaze, as if summoned by a force of its own, soon meandered downward, to the magnificent erection jutting out from the nest of dark curls on Sam’s lower body. Good grief. He hadn’t exaggerated about the ten inches.
Gwenyth took a deep, steadying breath. She knew, just knew, that Sam was waiting for her to make the first move. She could make love with him here and now or she could send him on his way so she could be alone with her thoughts, so she could decide her feelings. Mysteriously, option number two no longer held the same appeal as it had before he’d removed the now infamous towel.
“What’s it gonna be, Cupcake?” Sam’s voice was thick with desire. “Are you gonna keep playin’ at the scared little girl or are you gonna quit runnin’ and face up to what’s happenin’ between us?” Hovering over the bed, he reached down and traced the outline of her lower lip with his thumb. “I’ve been wantin’ you for half of forever, Gwenyth Marie.”
Gwenyth’s head shot up. She searched his eyes for any signs of a lie, but found nothing there. Was it possible? Had Sam really thought of her as more than a little sister, but refused to give into it because of her young age all those years ago? The sheer prospect of that image being feasible warmed her heart and softened her resolve to steer clear of him like nothing else could have.
Gwenyth gave herself over to what she’d wanted, to what she’d needed for as long as she could remember. Already on her knees, she locked eyes with Sam as she tentatively reached out for his hips and drew his body closer to her own. Wordlessly, Gwenyth placed a sweet kiss in the middle of his chest, causing Sam to drag in a ragged breath.
Sam twined his large fingers around Gwenyth’s topknot and used it to press her face closer into his chest. He kissed the top of her head and groaned. Sam’s breathing grew choppier as Gwenyth’s kisses made a searing path around first one flat nipple, and then the other. She worked her way down his body with an agonizing slowness, one hand splayed against his chest, the other now cupping his erection. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes. “You’re killin’ me Gwen.”
Gwenyth smiled against Sam’s chest as she continued along the path she’d wanted to tread down for years. She licked an imaginary circle around the center of his hard, flat abdomen, stopping when she reached the tip of his erection. Sam shuddered and groaned when Gwenyth licked the very top of his arousal. His muscles bunched and tensed in anticipation of what he knew was coming. “Come on, baby,” he whispered hoarsely, “kiss all of him.”
Sam sucked in his breath when she did just that. He didn’t know how much he’d be able to take, how long he could last when faced with so much burning need. She took him all the way in, his cock moving in and out of the back of her throat. He allowed her mouth a few more strokes down the length of him, then pulled her face away from his erection. She released his cock with a popping sound.
Pushing Gwenyth onto her back, he coaxed her nightgown from her body and threw it to the floor, leaving her clad in nothing but silk panties. Sam climbed between her legs and secured himself amidst her splayed thighs. “The first time I cum inside of you, baby, it will damn well be in here.” He moved his erection against her pussy, leaving no question as to where here was.
Gwenyth whimpered something unintelligible as she arched her hips against him. Sam groaned low in his throat, sat up on his knees, and discarded her panties in one fluid motion. His possessive gaze roamed the length of her, drinking in the sight of the body he’d wanted to see naked for what felt like forever. “Open your legs wider,” he murmured.
Gwenyth was slightly embarrassed to watch Sam ogle her body the way he was, but she did as he asked anyway. He was all warrior now, all commanding. There was nothing left in his resolve that could be deemed gentle or compromising. She spread her thighs wide and felt her belly sizzle in tune with Sam’s sucked in breath.
Sam sat there on his knees, looking Gwenyth’s body over like a long-denied possession he’d finally been granted the right of ownership to. He kneaded her breasts, feeling the full, heavy weight of them in his palms. He rubbed the pads of his thumbs across her protruding nipples, remembering how especially sensitive she was there. She moaned, causing his erection to jut out achingly further.
Sam ran his hands down lower, first grazing his fingers through the trim, tawny curls at the juncture of Gwenyth’s thighs, then trailing even lower, settling at last on the swollen clit hidden in her folds like a glistening jewel. The contrast between Gwenyth’s tanned skin and the pinkness of her pussy was sexy in the extreme.
Gwenyth gasped at the first stroke Sam’s fingers made. The pleasure was so intense. Instinctively, perhaps out of self-preservation, she tried to clamp her thighs closed. Sam’s glazed-over, implacable stare met her hazy one. “Open your legs, sweetheart. Take everything I give to you.” His voice was authoritative and provocative, and sexy as hell. She hesitated before splaying her legs as wide as she could.
Sam continued to rub Gwenyth’s clit as he watched her breathing hitch and her eyes close from the intense pleasure of it. “Does that feel good, baby?” he asked. Assured of the answer, Sam stroked and circled faster until Gwenyth’s tremblings began and he felt her at last come apart in his arms. She threw her head back and arched her hips as she moaned out her orgasm into the night.
Wanting to feel her spasms directly, Sam gripped his cock at the base and guided it toward Gwenyth’s opening. Their gazes clashed. He entered her with one deep thrust. She gasped.
Sam ground his teeth against the feel of the exquisite tightness of her pussy. Her vagina pulsed, clutching his cock and drawing it in deeper. He lowered his chest to Gwenyth’s, kissed her possessively on the lips, and surged forward once more. His thrusts were long and fully penetrating, over and over, again and again. “Mmm. Your pussy feels so good,” he said hoarsely.
Sam needed her too much to go slow. He could savor the inside of her body later. For this first time, the primal need to possess and lay claim was too great for anything less than a fast and furious fucking.
Gwenyth writhed and moaned as Sam more than lived up to her every fantasy of him. When he grabbed her by the hips and pounded into her flesh, over and over, again and again, her swollen clit received enough friction to set her tremors off all over again.
Sam felt Gwenyth’s orgasm build and crescendo and he knew this time he would follow her. Thrusting deeply once, twice, three times more, he threw his head back and, with a low growl, spurted his cum deep inside of her.
Panting heavily, Sam slowly lowered himself onto Gwenyth’s body before giving into his exhaustion and collapsing fully on top of her.
Gwenyth rubbed Sam’s back, purring like a sated kitten, reveling in the sweaty, sweet scent of their lovemaking. A few minutes later, Sam raised his head and peered into her eyes. The look he gave her was all male, all arrogant. “Did you sort out your feelings yet, Cupcake?”
Gwenyth threw Sam a sour look meant to silence him. It had zero effect. He chuckled as he rolled off of her and fell onto the bed beside her. Drawing her into his side to lay on his chest, Sam grinned. “That’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll wake you up to love you again in a couple hours and you can sort a little more out then.”
Gwenyth smacked Sam on the stomach. “You’re impossible, Tremont.”
“Uh huh. And you’re mine, Jones.”
Gwenyth neither confirmed nor denied that bold statement. The man hardly needed any more boosts to his overly inflated ego tonight. “Goodnight, Sam.”
He chuckled. “Goodnight, Cupcake.”
Chapter 8
Gwenyth sat in front of the vanity in her old bedroom. She applied her makeup with expert precision, having been taught to do so by Verlene at a tender age. Grandmama had claimed it was a skill every fashion photographer should know how to do without a makeup artist’s aid, so Gwenyth had learned, eager to please her and join her respected grandmother’s ranks. When it came time to apply the eyeliner, Gwenyth leaned in closer to get a better viewing angle. She was so tender from Sam’s heated lovemaking that the abrupt movement caused her to wince.
He had taken her five times since last night. Five lusty, sweaty, sinfully wicked, outrageously wonderful times. Gwenyth smiled. She bet even Lord Gregory didn’t have the stamina of Sam Tremont. The man simply couldn’t keep his hands off of her.
