“Holy shit. I didn’t think you could get more beautiful, but you look like a present, all wrapped up just for me,” he says, climbing to the edge of the bed to pull me against him.
Sam grasps behind my neck, forcing me to bend into his kiss. Before I know it, I’m straddling him on the bed, our tongues twisting and exploring each other’s mouths like we will never get enough. I grind my center against his cock, and a moan slips out of me.
Breaking the kiss, Sam says, “We have all night. I plan to spoil you, but I think I want dessert first.” I’m confused by his statement for a second. Does he really plan to stop what we’re doing to eat something?
Sam reaches over to the nightstand and grabs one of the muffins I made from the tin. He takes a small lick of the creamcheese frosting. “Mmmm . . . I love that you made these. Frosting is my favorite.” Sam uses his free hand to motion for me to lie down on the bed.
I do as he commands and sink into the bed with my head landing among the pillows. He crawls on his knees until he’s positioned over top of me, one leg on each side of my body. Sam takes the frosting-topped muffin and runs it along my neck, leaving a sticky trail of whipped sugar down my throat. Next, he skates the muffin across each nipple, then slowly over my aching center.
Abandoning the muffin to the bedside table, he leans down to whisper in my ear, “You’re covered in sugar. I guess I’ll have to eat you, good girl.”
Sam licks the sugar off my neck, switching between getting it on his tongue and kissing me so I can taste it. Each time his mouth dips to mine I anticipate the sweet taste mixed with the pure unadulterated need that courses through my veins. My arm is covered, but I can tell from the sensation that many very dirty thoughts are being displayed across it.
He moves lower to my breasts, spending equal time sucking and laving on my swollen nipples through the lace material. He nips at them a little, and I arch my back, moaning at the sensation. He’s careful to remove every bit of the frosting, and I find myself wanting to add more when he’s not looking.
“Do you like that?” he asks, grinning at me while he shifts yet again lower and begins to flick his tongue against my center.
“Sam, it feels so . . . holy—”
He smiles, making eye contact with me as he sucks on my clit. Sam’s fingers split me apart as he dips his tongue inside, humming in pleasure. Sparks wink behind my eyes, and tears threaten to leak out. The sensation is too much, it feels so good. I feel like I’m losing it. Quickly, he flattens his tongue and lashesside to side right where I need him while dipping two fingers deep inside me and crooking them at the perfect angle.
He reaches up with his free hand and twists my nipple into a tightly formed peak. It’s almost like I’m being consumed by him, like he owns every part of my body. Sam begins to work me harder with his fingers while putting his full focus on my clit. My heart hammers in my chest, and I fall apart, floating willingly into oblivion.
twenty-six
Sam
Falling Alone
“You alive up there?” I ask, still positioned between Olive’s legs.
“I think so?” she whispers.
“Are you asking me or telling me?” I laugh, licking up her center once more. Olive squeezes her legs together with a yelp.
“Need a minute, Sam.” She swats at me, her hand landing on my arm to pull me up beside her. I can’t help but feel like the king of the world. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and call it macho, but I know she just had the best orgasm of her life. If I were a caveman, I would beat my chest in pride.
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close against my body. I need to hold her, to show her how much she means to me. I spent all day preparing this date and I want it to last forever. I’m falling in love with her, there’s no question. When I think about her, I think about the little ordinary things, like waking up to share coffee in bed, brushing her hair back from her face when she’s sick, holding her hand when we walk down the street. Don’t get me wrong, I want the big things too, but that’s how I know this is different.
Olive rolls onto her side, sliding her hand through my hair. She’s staring into my eyes, and I can’t help but get lost in her. I wish I knew all the secrets behind those green pools of hers.
“That was something else. I want to repay the favor,” she says, sliding her hand down my beard and chest, moving lower and lower until she dips her fingers below my boxer briefs. I suck in a breath trying to keep my cool.
“It wasn’t a favor, baby. It was just as good for me, I promise.” I kiss her lightly, but it quickly deepens.
Olive pushes my shoulder so I’m lying flat on my back with her straddling me. She kisses and sucks my neck before moving down to tug at my boxers. Before I can catch my breath, she takes me in her mouth, the crown of my cock bouncing effortlessly against the back of her throat. She hums as she glances at me, and I watch each time her cheeks hollow just before her lips release me. I push my hips down into the bed, effectively pulling out of her mouth.
“What are you doing?”
“Just watching you take my cock like there’s nothing else you’d rather be doing.” She blushes at my statement but runs her tongue up from the base, swirling it around the crown like it’s a lollipop. Before I sink back into her, she places her hand flat on the mattress and scooches forward so she’s directly over me. This time, when I hit the back of her throat, she swallows andtakes me deeper than I knew was possible. Her eyes water, tears falling down her cheeks, and she gags slightly.
I pull out, concern marking my brows. “Jesus, are you okay?”
She smiles at me softly, my cock still sitting on her pillow-soft lips. “You’re not exactly small. I, uh, couldn’t help the tears.”
“Not small? That the best you can do?” I joke, but I’m comforted to know she’s fine. I’m clearly too protective.
“Sam, it’s huge, and beautiful, and I have dreams about it regularly. Anything else, or can I get back to what I was doing?” Olive asks, a playful annoyance in her tone.
