She feels good in my arms, soft and delicate. The last time I got to touch her, it was rough and heated, but this time, it’s gentle. Then Sam rises on the tips of her toes and brings her mouth to mine. The kiss is tentative at first, and all the noise of the day melts away. A low moan rumbles in my throat as Sam throwsher arms around my neck to pull me close. The moment her front presses against me, my entire body twitches.
It remembers her. Her warmth. Her taste. And I want her again. It was foolish to think I’d be able to have her only once, and it’s been hell trying to pretend I didn’t want to rip her clothes off every time I saw her.
Reluctantly, I break away and lean back to look at her. Sam stares at me, want and confusion hanging from her now swollen lips.
“What about Alex and Mountain?” I ask, hating how nervous I am for the answer. I would never have thought I would be here, caring as much as I do about anyone other than myself. I don’t get attached to girls, don’t care who they spend their time with. But I do with her.
Sam searches my face, her eyes softening. When she cups my cheek, my eyes close involuntarily, my heart skipping a beat. And when I open them again, I see the sincerity in her eyes.
“Right now. I only want you.”
The moment the words slip past her lips, I yank her close and crash my mouth down on hers again. I bunch the hem of her hoodie in my grasp and pull it over her head in one smooth motion. She’s wearing a vintage tee that’s fitted to perfection, and jeans that look like they’ve been painted on. I fumble with the tail of her shirt until I finally meet her skin.
She abruptly pulls away, then pushes me back into the couch. I fall with a thud and Sam doesn’t miss a beat. Before I can make sense of anything, Sam climbs into my lap like she’s claiming her territory. And when she grinds against me, there’s no stopping the groan that pours from me.
She grips my shirt and yanks it over my head, tossing it to the side. Then I slide my hands under her shirt. I feel the lines of atattoo in the center of her spine and let my fingers linger there a moment longer before finally reaching up to unclasp her bra. Sam removes it along with her shirt, tossing it next to mine.
She runs her hands over my chest, and down my stomach, then hooks her fingers into the waistband of my pants. Sam lifts just enough to slip her tiny hand inside and wrap those delicate fingers around my length. She kisses me again, slowly stroking my dick and squeezing just a bit. Without breaking our connection, I reach between us and unfasten her jeans.
“Lie down,” I whisper and tilt my head toward the empty seat.
She climbs off me and settles against the cushions. I turn to finish working on her jeans, pulling them down around her ass, and off one leg at a time. I drop them on the floor then stand with my hands gripping my pants.
Slowly, I yank them down, my dick springing free, already hard and desperate for her. With only her lace panties remaining, Sam peers up at me, and it’s the sexiest shit I’ve ever seen. I want her so bad, I can’t fucking stand it. Pre-cum beads at the tip.
I shake my head, stroking myself. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Still jerking myself, I lower on my knees between her thighs. She has one leg bent against the back of the couch and the other hanging over the edge as her eyes move from my face to my dick. She licks her lips, and something akin to hunger flashes across her features.
“Shit,” I groan and reach down to run the pad of my finger over her pussy through the fabric of her underwear.
Sam’s hips jut forward, greedily searching for friction. And I give her just that when I swipe firmly back down from her clit to her slit. As I settle on my knees facing her, the couch dips from my weight. I hook my hands around her thighs and yank her closer so that her sex is lined up perfectly with my dick. Ipress the head against her clit, leaving the material as a barrier between us.
Sam moans and I exhale deeply, mentally telling myself to calm down. I want to take my time with her. I want her to remember me even when I’m not there, need to be imprinted so deep she can never forget me. I inch her underwear to the side and stare down at her pretty pussy. Her clit pulses, begging for my attention. I slap my dick against it, and she bucks.
Her hands are everywhere. On my shoulders, my face, my neck. And when she pulls me on top of her, she bites my earlobe, then licks the sweat off my collarbone. I can’t get enough of her. I want to be inside her, to feel her squeeze around me and never let go.
“Fuck me,” she whispers.
Eager to oblige, I line myself up with her center, but I don’t enter her just yet. Instead, I hover over her to steal one more kiss. Gripping my shaft, I slowly press inside.
She gasps.
At the same time, I mutter, “Shit, you’re so tight.”
Not just tight, she’s perfectly warm and wet and I have to close my eyes to keep from losing it too soon. I move in and out of her, eyes still shut to savor the feeling. Besides, the moment I look at her taking my dick, I’ll fucking explode.
Sam clearly has other plans because she fucks me back. I open my eyes to her hips rocking with a ferocity I never expected, slamming herself against me over and over, using me to find her own relief. I love it. As much as I wanted to pace this, I want her to take everything she needs. So I lean back on my palms and meet her thrust for fucking thrust. The sound of our skin slapping and the scent of our sex fill the air and it’s intoxicating.
But the sight of her working my dick like she owns it, herpussy swallowing and releasing me is pure heaven. Every sense is heightened, and every nerve in my body is on fire when I touch her. There’s absolutely no way one time will ever be enough.
I’ll need her again and again. And if I have to share her, I may be willing.
“Damn, baby,” I mutter. “You look so fucking perfect taking my dick.”
I reach for her clit, rubbing tight circles around it and watch as her eyes flutter to the back of her head. With a groan, I keep feeding her dick and playing with her bud. She tightens around me, her walls hugging me close.
Bringing my chest to hers, I whisper in her ear, “That’s right, baby. Take what you need. Take all of it.”
