Using his mouth, he loved her slowly, keeping her lost in the high of an orgasm she would not forget. Ever.
Those mystical fingers started teasing her breasts again. Her heart pounded fiercely with her body coming alive once more. “Feels so good,” she murmured. “What about you?”
“We’re not in a hurry.” He then backed that up by tuning her body all over again, bringing the tension back to a sharp level. Touching her everywhere, light fingertips across her skin and down between her legs.
Greedy woman that she was, she wanted it all again.
Like finding a dessert she had never tasted and unable to stop herself from gorging on it.
Fire raced from her womb to her breasts.
A second orgasm would be unlike any other time. She’d never thought it possible so soon in the past.
But Sam’s hands switched from soft touches to serious strokes again, toying with her breasts then teasing her slick folds. Every touch gripped the reigns of her control, forcing her to wait, to hold on until her groin ached with begging for another release.
She would not allow him to be the only one to give. She gasped out, “I want you inside me.”
“No condoms, babe.”
“I’m on the pill and ...” She stopped breathing when he barely stroked her between her legs. She shook with need. “No ... uh ... sex in two years.”
“Hell. Thought I was in a drought. A year for me. You sure about this?”
She’d trusted him with her life in that warehouse.
She’d trust him with her body.
He put both hands on her breasts, making it impossible to think. Her back bowed against him. She remembered what she had to say. “Yes.”
“Drop down, babe,” he told her in a voice getting deeper by the second.
She did, holding her body on her forearms.
He must have shed his towel because she felt him rub his hard dick against her wet folds.
Yes, she’d have all of him now.
Not yet. He had other plans, taking his time moving his gentle touch over her legs and up into the V of her legs. He’d pull his hands away, torturing her with the loss, then his fingers would move to her nipples, massaging the hard beads.
He kept it up, teasing her folds and breasts, brushing the back of his fingers over her abdomen, then kissing her neck. She shuddered at the unrelenting way he pushed her close then made her wait.
Leaning forward, he used both hands on her breasts, moving his thumbs over the tips.
She felt every flick, every kiss, every stroke deep in her womb. She couldn’t do this any longer. “Hurry.”
He pushed his dick between her legs, back and forth, then slowly fed himself into her.
She moaned at the feel of him deep inside, filling her.
Careful at first, he pulled out slowly and slid back in, now making her crazy in a new way. “I’m ready.”
“Me, too. Fuck, you feel amazing.” He began going faster and reached between her legs. His fingers stroked her again.
Her muscles clamped hard around him. His fingers moved faster, and she tensed then let go. Her orgasm rolled on and on because he would not let up.
He pumped hard twice then ground out a harsh groan, filling her.
Time fell away.
