Page 30 of The Spirit of Love
“Did you want me to say that I never do this either?” Sam asks.
“Oh, no! That’s not what I meant.”
Sam stares at me intently. “Here’s the thing. All that matters to me is this. You. Right now. In this moment. You’re wonderful. You’re warm, and bright, and lovely.”
We roll onto the sand, me atop him, straddling his broad chest. “That’s a big thing with you, isn’t it?”
“What is?”
I can feel him between my legs, so it’s an effort to stay on track. “Now. The now, as a way of life.”
“Now.” He nods and draws me to him. We kiss again. “What else is there?”
“You’re right,” I say, in momentary, blissful surrender. His hands are on my hips, tugging down my cutoffs, and then reaching inside the waist of my underwear until his strong, soft hand is right where I need it.
“I can’t imagine anything but now,” I gasp as his fingers work miracles. “Sam.”
“Say my name again.”
“Sam.”
“Ask me to do anything for you. I will.”
“Kiss me.”
“Too easy.” But he kisses me in a way that makes it feel anything but easy. “Ask me for more. Ask me to move mountains. Ask me to come back from the dead.”
“Alternately, you could just fuck me until we both explode.”
“You’re right,” he says, laying me down in his arms on the blanket. “Good idea. I’ll move mountains tomorrow.”
He stares into my eyes, his gaze as open as the sky. He’s propped up on his forearms, holding my hands in his. “Are you ready?”
“I can’t wait,” I breathe and use my hips to guide him in.
When Sam fills me, the pleasure is so intense, I cry out with abandon.
“You’re so sexy when you scream,” he says into my neck.
I scream again. I can’t seem to help it. With every thrust Sam makes, the intensity of my pleasure, our connection, builds to the point that it’s impossible to not scream.
“God! Yes! You feel incredible!” I hear my words. They’re what I feel, but I can’t believe I’m saying them. I’m being louder and more honest than I’ve ever been before while having sex. Part of it’s the isolated setting, but ninety-five percent of it is Sam. His hands. His hips. His heat. I let loose every ecstatic noise I never knew I had within me. I don’t keep anything inside. I arch my back and look toward the sky. Toward God and whatever else is out there or in here. I feel as close to everything as breathing.
Sam’s hands in my hair draw my face back down to his. I think he’s going to kiss me, but instead he says, gazing deep into my eyes, his lips grazing mine as he speaks, “I would drop everything for this. For you.”
Afterward, we lieon the blanket, his fingers tracing patterns on my arm.
“I have to be honest,” Sam says. “I’ve never come so hard in my entire life.”
“Me, neither,” I say. “I can still feel it. Like it’s ringing in my bones.”
“I think I’m paralyzed.”
I run my hand over his groin and feel a twitch. “There’s still some movement. The prognosis is positive.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” he says and kisses the top of my head. “Do you want to sleep out here or hike back up to the cabin? There are benefits to both.”
“Lay them out for me.”
