“You better stop or I might not be able to avoid taking you in this shower,” he grounds out in my ear.
I press back harder, rocking my hips gently in a circular motion. “I dare you,” I challenge him, feeling brave and oddly comfortable in my own skin from how he looks at me.
He spins me around forcefully, and my back hits the shower wall. Our tongues tangle in a sexier-than-sin kiss, and I wrap a leg around him, desperate for friction between my legs.
“Nope, I haven’t tasted you yet,” Sam grumbles before quickly dropping to his knees and placing one of my legs on his shoulder. He looks up at me with hooded eyes. I think I might lose it right here and now just from his need reflecting back at me.
Sam wastes zero time diving in, flattening his tongue against me and moving it back and forth in purposeful flicks. He swirls it deep into my core, dipping inside me as a growl catches in his throat. The sight of him buried between my legs is enough to do me in, but when he moves higher and lightly nips my clit, I almost lose it. The momentary pain followed by the soothing sweep of his tongue makes sparks wink behind my eyes. I bite down on my lip, drawing blood. It feels so good, I know I’m losing control as my legs start to shake. “Oh my God,” I mumble as he suctions my clit, focusing all his attention exactly where I need it. A scream rips out of me. “Sam, holy hell, Sam!” And then I float into another world.
Sam stands, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, and leans in to kiss me. I just came harder than I think I ever have, but with his mouth on mine, I’m ready to do it again.
“I-I need you, Sam,” I say, wrapping my leg around his waist again and grinding into him.
“Are you sure? I’m clean, I got tested a few months ago and there hasn’t been anyone since.”
“I’m sure, and me too. A year ago, no one since.” My stomach riots at the confession, but if there’s a time for transparency, it’s now. Sam doesn’t acknowledge the admission. He simply kisses me again before pulling away.
“Fuck! I don’t have anything with me,” he says, shaking his head and running a hand down his face.
“The pill, I’m on the pill, and I take it religiously. We’re good,” I rush out, kissing him with all I have, hoping he doesn’t turn me away.
Sam spins, turns off the shower, steps out, and reaches over to grab each of us a towel.
“Is that a no?” I inquire, nervous that somehow he’s going to walk away right now. The thought is always lingering in my mind: When is he going to realize I’m bound to disappoint him?
“Not a no. I’m just not going to bury myself in you for the first time while attempting not to slip in the shower. We’re going to bed.” He says it matter-of-factly, like he knows exactly what he wants and how he wants it. My skin ignites in tiny vibrations. The thought of being with him in this way turns me into an inferno.
I step out of the shower and onto the mat as Sam wraps me in a towel. Before I know it, he’s wrapped his arms around me and hoisted me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing at all, carrying me into the bedroom.
twenty-two
Sam
An Address and a New Lead
I set Olive down on the bed gently, astounded by how beautiful she looks with wet hair and water dripping down her body. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted physically, but what’s on the inside far outweighs that. The subtle ways in which she second-guesses herself breaks my heart. Olive is kind, intelligent, thoughtful, and absolutely not deserving of ever feeling less than perfect.
I hover over her, pressing gentle kisses to her lips and face. “I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you, baby. This probably isn’t going to last long,” I say, trying to be upfront that I will not be able to go the distance, so to speak.
“I’m not worried about that, I just want to feel you inside of me,” she mewls out, grasping to pull me closer.
Olive kisses me, flicking her tongue out and deepening our connection. She’s running her fingers up and down my back, and I can feel the precum beading before I’m even inside of her. Reaching between us, I grab my cock and give it a calm-down squeeze, just enough to buy myself time to get inside of her. I rub myself from her clit down into her soaking center and then I push in.Fuck! She’s so tight.
“I, um, I don’t want to hurt you, so I’m going to do this slowly,” I manage to say, breathing deeply through my nose.
“You won’t hurt me, Sam. Just, well, you know already.”
At her command, I drive my hips forward, seating myself fully. Olive is so snug around me I’m worried I’ve hurt her, but she doesn’t wince.
“I’m going to move, are you okay?”
“Yes, Sam. Oh my gosh, you’re so big. It feels so good.” Her center goes slick all around me, the heat and moisture almost make me lose it. I pull out and then grind in again. Stars wink behind my eyes.
“Harder, Sam,” she commands.
I pull out, slamming into her harder as I lift her legs onto my shoulders. I’m moving so quickly and forcefully, I’m a little afraid I’m going to break her. But her eyes are fixed on mine, and I can tell she’s enjoying it from the waves of fire erupting on her arm.
I pull out, grabbing a pillow and lifting her up so that she’s propped at the right angle. Leaning forward with my hands on either side of her, I push back into her again. Olive meets me each time, grinding onto the base of my cock when I bottom out deep inside her. I slow my pace, pulling out and using my fingers to rub circles on her clit. She’s so wet and tasted so sweet in theshower, I can’t stop myself from dipping lower and sucking on her clit again.
