He leaned in for a kiss and loved how she gave him as good as he did.
Her hands reached for him, and he grumbled under his breath as he managed to get his shirt off. There might have been a tear along a seam with the way he pulled and tugged, but he couldn't spare a moment to worry about his shirt.
Then he helped her wiggle out of her dress, kissing the skin he revealed along the way.
When she was bare under him, he got up on his knees and put his open palm on her thigh. Sam met her gaze.
"Do you want to try my mouth on you?"
He saw her tense, her thighs squeezing together. And almost instantly, she apologized.
He smiled, trying to show her that he wasn't upset. "Baby, there's no need to apologize. If you don't enjoy something or don't want to try something, I won't either."
She nodded, her thighs relaxing.
"I," she smiled at him, with a hesitant look, "want your hand on me."
He was crazy in love with her and now, he was crazy with desire, but he managed to hold it in check.
SEATON
She felt like every inch of her skin was red from embarrassment, but Sam didn't treat her like she needed to be embarrassed.
Instead, he sat beside her and focused his gaze on her face while he slipped his hands between her thighs.
She drew in a breath between her lips as she felt his fingers slip between her folds and then inside of her.
Her thighs parted and her breaths deepened and smiling, Sam leaned over her, his eyes moving over her face.
He'd had his fingers inside of her before, but this felt... different.
Sam shifted, and her gaze darted down to see that he'd put his knee between her legs, bracing his free hand by her hip. He must have done something new... or different, because she felt him deeper inside of her.
"Oh..."
She shifted on the bed, her shoulders moving and then her hips.
"Sam..."
She felt her breath hitch in her chest, and she reached out her hand to grab something to hold onto and found his arm.
His arm flexed and she felt his forearm swell under her grip.
He turned his arm and she gasped.
Sam smiled above her, a self-satisfied grin that made him look cocky.
This was different from the earnest man of few minutes before.
She liked it.
She liked him a lot.
No, she loved him.
He leaned over her, his face hovering inches from her and then he leaned closer for a kiss.
As soon as his tongue slipped between her lips, his fingers curled inside of her, and she felt like electricity was shooting through her body. Her knees pulled up toward her chest and her hands reached up to grasp the back of his neck and his shoulder.
