I shook my head and almost cried out as he ran a gentle finger down the side of my face.
“No, if you have to try too hard then it’s not working.”
Sam nodded once and then lowered his head, taking my lips in a soft yet insistent kiss. His tongue pushed for me to open up my mouth and as soon as I did, the ecstasy began.
Slow, languid strokes and gentle nips coupled with his teeth dragging slowly across by bottom lip stoked up the fire starting in the pit of my stomach. A hand threaded through my hair and a knee pushing my legs open fanned the flames until my whole body was heated with need and want and lust.
I reached up and grabbed Sam’s shoulders, pulling him down on top of me and loving how heavy he felt. My heart may have been timid and nervous, but my body was screaming for him to be all the things I wanted him to be and do all the things I needed him to do.
His large hand moved up my side pushing my dress up to my waist, before continuing upwards and cupping the side of my breast. His thumb skimmed my already hard nipple while his other hand cupped my face gently.
Desperate for more than just his hard cock pushing against me through his jeans, I let out a frustrated moan and moved my hands down to his waistband and grabbed at his button. Sam gave a throaty ‘no’ and started to move down my body. He kissed along the swell of my chest, down my body and over my stomach, all the time pushing my dress further up.
“Take it off, Maisie,” he groaned as he reached the waistband of my knickers and reverently kissed the stretch marks that I’d tried to hide from him once before.
I lifted my shoulders and dragged my cotton dress over my head, leaving my hair messed over my face. As I threw it to one side, Sam looked up at me, his chin resting on my stomach and his eyes hooded.
“How the fuck did I not know you had no bra on?”
I smiled coyly, glad for the hidden support within the dress when I saw the pure, heated desire in Sam’s eyes.
His mouth moved away from my stomach and he instantly took my nipple into his mouth sucking, licking, and biting, making me cry out with the pleasure. As he continued to elicit mewls of yearning from me, his hands moved down to my knickers, pulling them to one side and running a finger over my centre coating it with my wetness.
“Oh my god,” I gasped, as his knuckle grazed my clit.
Sam didn’t speak but continued to administer kisses to my almost naked body, adding an extra finger inside my knickers as he pumped them in and out of me, intermitting it with circling the tiny bud of nerves which sent me spiraling.
I was about to cry out that I was almost there, when Sam hooked his fingers into the sides of my knickers, pulled them down and then dragged them over my feet and threw them to one side. “I need to taste you,” he said as he pulled away and moved his hands down my legs until they were wrapped around my ankles. Slowly he pushed my legs apart, encouraging me to put my feet flat on the ground.
I drew in a deep breath and held it, looking up at Sam and begging him with my eyes to do it. I needed it and him so badly.
With a deep groan his hands went up to my inner thighs and gripped them, his fingertips pushing into my soft skin. I let out the breath and as I did, Sam dropped his head and with one long lick, pulled his tongue through my wetness causing me to scream out with the pleasure that engulfed me. He suckled on me and fucked me with his tongue, his stubble adding extra friction that made me buck my hips wildly.
In and out and sucking, in and out and sucking. Repeating it until I couldn’t hold back the wall of noise that escaped from my mouth that was already parted on a gasp.
“Sam.”
My voice echoed around the stillness of the lake, disappearing into the air as I came and came and came. Every part of my body shook as Sam continued with his rhythmic pattern, not stopping until he was sure he had drained me of every last pulse of my orgasm.
“Oh shit,” I gasped, my chest heaving.
Sam dropped a kiss to the inside of my knee, his touch on my sensitive skin made me quiver.
“No, oh god no more.”
Sam chuckled and smoothed his hand down my leg before reaching over to one of the bags.
“I’ve got wet wipes,” he said, clearing his throat. “But I didn’t bring them because I thought we’d be…anyway hope they’re okay.”
I lifted up onto both of my elbows and still breathing hard, grinned at him.
“They’re fine…thank you…but…what about you?”
Sam arched a brow. “What about me?”
“Well you haven’t…you know.”
He let out a laugh and shook his head. “I haven’t, you’re right, but I wanted this to be about you today. I wanted you to relax and me to relax you.”
