Page 39 of The Little Shop of Curiosities, The Music Box Part 2

“What’s wrong?” He draws back, looking into my eyes, his gaze tinged with concern.

“I want…” I swallow hard.

“What, baby?” He takes my chin again, tilting it so I meet his gaze. “Tell me what you want, anything, and you can have it.”

“I want you inside me,” I whisper, feeling my cheeks heat.

“Fuck.” He closes his eyes and draws in a deep breath, as if he’s trying to get himself under control. When he opens his eyes to meet mine, all I see is heat and desire. “Are you sure?”

I nod. “Yes,” I add.

“Okay, let’s get out of the bath then.”

It’s a bit awkward—there’s a lot of displaced water and elbows in tender places—but we manage to climb out of the bath without any actual injuries. I toss him a towel and grab one for myself, and we both quickly dry off.

The towels are tossed on top of the pile of clothes on the bathroom floor. Any other time, the mess would have bothered me, and maybe it will later, but right now I don’t pay it any attention. I’m too eager for Sam to get his dick inside me.

I take his hand and lead him into the bedroom where I turn and let him back me up against the bed.

“I don’t have anything with me,” he says as he stares down at my lips.

“I do.” I lean in and kiss him again.

“You been planning for this, Prickles?” he mutters between kisses.

I pull back and lower myself onto the bed, shuffling up until my head is resting on the pillows. “Was there any doubt we’d end up here eventually?”

A smile tugs at Sam’s lips, and he lowers one knee to the bed, then the other. He crawls towards me, and I spread my legs so he can settle his weight on me. I love it. The press of his warm, damp skin to mine, the glide of our cocks aligning with just a hint of friction and pressure.

“You sure about this?” he asks again, his gaze searching mine.

“Yes.”

“You done this before?” He drops a soft, teasing kiss to my mouth.

I shake my head. “No.”

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you.”

I push him up enough so I can lean over and open the drawer of the bedside table, retrieving a condom and bottle of lube that I set on the bed next to us.

“Are you nervous?” he asks as I settle back under him. Strangely, I’m not. I trust him. I’m also riding a wave of lust so brutal I’m more worried about his safety than mine.

I slide my hands into his hair and grip tightly as I take his mouth, plunging my tongue into his and groaning when he sucks on it like it’s my cock.

His hips rock between my thighs, and the pressure of his dick on mine is so good, but it’s not enough.

I break the kiss, panting against his mouth. “Sam, please.”

“I’ve got you, Prickles,” he murmurs as he kisses my chin and then my neck, causing goosebumps to break out over my skin. A delicious shiver ripples down my spine.

He trails kisses across my chest, spending time nibbling at my nipples and sucking them into the warm cavern of his mouth until they’re tingling and slightly tender.

My cock aches badly, drooling precum against my belly, which he licks up when he reaches it, humming in pleasure.

“You taste so good,” he breathes against my dick. He licks the head, lapping up the moisture.

Oh my god, I think he’s trying to kill me. Is it possible to expire from anticipation?