“Tell me what you want, darlin’.”
“You. Fuck me, Sam. Do it.”
He leans back, desire and lust in his eyes. “Take it.”
The command in his voice is like nothing I’ve heard. Reaching between us, I line him up and sink down on him.
“Fucking finally,” he groans.
It’s the sweetest relief after needing this man all night.
He pulls the bodice of my dress down and sucks a hard nipple into his mouth. I comb my fingers through his hair, holding him there as I rock over him. He thrusts up into me.
I toss my head back as he devours my breasts. His stubble against the sensitive skin is driving me wild. I’m so far gone for this man, it’s not even funny.
“Touch me, Sam. I’m so damn close.”
His free hand drifts between us and pushes my thong to the side. Thick fingers find my clit and strum it.
Slow circles. A pinch here. A pluck there.
I shout into the cab of the truck, loving how he’s making me feel.
“C’mon, darlin’. Come for me. Let me feel this cunt of yours milk my dick for everything it has.”
“Yes!”
I come in an explosion of lights and fire. It’s an out-of-body experience as I float away. It doesn’t take much more before Sam is coming.
There is no better feeling than a man—going bare—coming inside of you.
It’s raw and sensual, and I ride this man until I can’t stay upright any longer. I collapse against his chest, shirt sticking to him, highlighting his muscles.
His hands move up and down my back, rubbing tender circles into my sticky skin. Such a difference from the hard way he fucked me. The night air flows around us as crickets hum.
“Sam,” I start. “That was?—”
“Incredible,” he finishes. “Yeah. Fucking perfect, darlin’.”
I don’t know how long we stay like this, but it’s not long enough. There will never be enough time spent in this man’s arms.
While the sex might have calmed the fire inside me for now, I know it won’t be long before I’m aching for this man again.
“We should probably get back,” he whispers, brushing my hair off my neck.
“Another minute,” I sigh.
I’m not ready to leave.
“Okay.”
Sam takes my hand, tracing the lines on my palm. Tears well in my eyes at how soft the touch is. I never thought it could be like this with another man.
Hot and fiery one minute, soft and tender the next.
But that’s Sam.
He’s passionate about everything he does. He loves hard. I only hope I can be one of the people lucky enough to be in his life for a long time.
