“Louder,” he orders, and pumps into me faster.
I moan out his name in one long syllable.
“Almost there.” His voice is a deep growl now.
“Sam… Please…” I beg, needing to feel him. All of him.
“Please what?”
“Fuck me, Sam.” Before I finish the words, his cock thrusts inside me. His grip tightens as he furiously pounds against my hips.
The tenderness is long gone. This is primal. This is animalistic. This is fucking. And I like it. I like it so much, I let myself go and shout his name. The more I scream, the faster he thrusts. The sound of skin slapping skin mingles with my shouts and his grunts. It’s a damn fuck-fest in here.
Sam leans over, pressing his chest to my back, and one of his hands snakes between my thighs. His fingers find my swollen clit once more. “Come on my dick, Brynn.”
I love the way he orders me to orgasm. So much so, I obey every single time he does it. My body shudders, but this time, Sam doesn’t stop.
He slows down enough to flip me onto my back again. He adjusts his position without removing his cock from me until I’m settled. “Comfortable?” he asks.
I nod.
“Good.” He lifts my leg to hook his elbow under my knee, and leans down so his lips brush mine. “Now, let’s finish with something we’ll both remember.” Closing his mouth over mine, he begins thrusting.
I’m expecting the hard and fast type of fucking we just did, but once again, I’m surprised. Sam thrusts into me, but it’s slow and deliberate. His whole body ebbs and flows in one fluid motion. And he kisses me the whole time. Even when he speeds up, his lips never leave mine.
My hands roam everywhere. I can’t get enough of the way he feels under my fingertips. So soft, yet so hard at the same time, I crave the sensation of skin to skin with him.
With one strong kiss, Sam lifts up, but continues to thrust. I search his eyes, wanting some hint as to what he’s thinking, but all I can do is get lost in the deep brown irises. The deepest of muddy pools that sparkle in the setting sunlight.
“I want to watch you while you come,” he whispers.
One huge breath shakes from my lips, and I close my eyes. I let the sounds of his grunts and groans fill my ears. His lavender and sage scent infiltrates my nostrils, tantalizing my brain. His warmth radiates off him, burning my skin. I want it all. I want him. Every bit of him I can get.
His thrusts speed up, so I roll my hips. I feel his hair tickle my chest as he dips his head. “Sam,” I moan softly. Digging my nails into his back, I buck my hips against his and repeat his name in increasingly louder increments.
He lets out a strained growl, and slides his hand between us, his thumb finding my sensitive nub. “Come for me, baby.”
His use of an endearing nickname doesn’t have time to faze me because, like always, he tells me to come, and I do. But this time, it’s different. The sensuality of the moment, the tenderness of his touch, the soft tone in his voice, it’s enough to not only make me orgasm, but to put stars in my vision.
Maybe it’s because it’s my third one of the night, but it feels better than any one I’ve had before. It’s not only an orgasm, it’s an orgasmic experience. I’m wracked with waves of pleasure as I clench around Sam’s erection. I want this moment to last forever.
But it doesn’t.
Sam holds out as long as he can before he pulses inside me, shuddering with his own release. He collapses onto me, both of us struggling to breathe. When he finally regains enough strength to move, he rolls to the side, cupping my cheek and turning my head.
Adoration pours from his eyes, but I chalk it up to his high endorphins from the intense sex we just had.
Sam’s thumb strokes my cheek. “I wish I could keep this moment forever.”
“What?” I jerk my head back, all three centimeters it’ll move.
“I, uh… I mean this.” He gestures down my naked form. “You’re fucking beautiful when you come.”
“Oh.” I roll my eyes behind closed eyelids. I don’t know what I thought he meant, or what I wanted him to mean, but that wasn’t it. Remember, Brynn, this is an agreement, not a relationship.
Chapter 25
“Brynn, can you pass the potatoes, please?” my uncle, Albert, asks. He dips his head in thanks as I pass the bowl. “So, how’s school?”
