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“Okay then.” I lean in so our noses touch.
“Okay then,” she says, closing the space between our lips and I let hers caress mine. Her fingers release their hold on my belt loops and glide up my sides and chest before clasping behind my neck.
She opens her mouth with me, giving me access while tipping her head back. I finally shift the knee between her legs so she’s starting to grind down on me and let my hips shift forward, causing her to gasp, stealing the air from me. With her hips in my hands, I rock her, rubbing down on my thigh and my trapped dick, which I’m trying desperately to ignore because this is all for Sam.
The change is subtle when she takes over the rhythm and the pressure, but she’s holding herself up with those hands around my neck and only one foot on the ground. As much as I want her to only wear my shirt, I use one hand to pull apart the knot she tied in the front. She didn’t button it, just tied the ends together, making her look perfect. God, I need to find a different word for her than that…but it’s true, she’s fucking perfect.
Ruling out keeping her against the wall, I loop my arm around her and lift so she’s fully flush against me, hooking one leg behind my back. She’s quick to wrap her other leg around my waist, pressing her core against me, and I imagine what it might feel like to sink deep into her.
Every now and then she makes this sound that’s a cross between a gasp and a squeak, driving me insane to find ways to make her do it more. With her in my arms like this, with her holding me tight as I walk us to the bed, it tugs at something deep inside of me, something that’s been waiting for her. Bracing the back of her head, my other hand on her beautiful ass, I lay her down and unlace her fingers so I can work my shirt off of her.
“What if I’m not ready to give that back, yet?” she asks, her mouth chasing mine as I pull back to look at her.
“You can wear as many of my clothes as you can put on, or pack up.”
“You might run out of things to wear if you let me do that.”
“If it means I get to see you in them, I’ll walk around in yours if I have to.”
Her hand slaps over her mouth, trying to contain her giggles. “You’d never fit.”
I shrug, pulling her arm out of the sleeve. “You have some skirts with elastic waistbands, I’ll just stick to those and not your jeans.”
“Oh my goodness, you’d definitely never fit in my jeans.”
“Maybe not all of me…”
When she swats my chest, I trap her hand in mine and lean down, kissing her. Nothing gentle or exploratory. This is a kiss where we know what’s coming next and her legs tighten against my hips. Now that both of her arms are free of the sleeves, I leave my shirt half-underneath her and let go of her hand, running my fingers up her arm in light passes. Goosebumps follow the path I take on her exposed skin and I know I’m going to check each place her skin will pebble like this on her whole body.
Those damn noises are back, urging me on. I roll my hips once and balance myself on one arm so my other hand is free to explore her side. Little shivers that could be from attraction or being ticklish cause her to shift the pressure against my dick that sends sparks through my body. A light hissing sound escapes me while I try to rein in my desire. It has been over a year since I was with someone, so anything beyond my hand will likely mean I’m going to finish much sooner than I’d like, and I have to be careful.
Her fingers comb through my hair, tugging just a little bit and for a second, I imagine what it might feel like when I get to taste her with those fingers digging into my scalp. The thought of her letting me go down on her has me deepening the kiss, letting my tongue have a mind of its own. And Sam is so fucking responsive to my touch that she’s ruining me for anyone else.
Oh hell, I knew the second she kissed me back the first time that I was ruined for anyone else.
Tugging at her shirt, I untuck it and her hips raise to help, which presses her core against my length causing me to grunt.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” I whisper in her ear. “You know that right?”
“So you keep saying,” she pants, raising up with me so I can remove her white t-shirt. This is the most I’ve seen of her and I groan because she’s stunning.
Chapter 37: Sam
Tommy’s eyes take less than one second to stare down at my exposed skin now that my top half is only in my bra before he’s on me again, kissing his way along the fabric covering my breasts.
“I keep saying that,” he says, his lips barely making contact as he speaks. He continues his trail for a moment. “Because it’s true.”
Everything about him is driving me closer and closer to that edge without having done anything in my pants. Looking down at him, I see his cowlick that causes one part of his hair to fall in his face when his hat is off, and I know that I want this, I want him, for as long as he’ll have me.
All coherent thoughts leave my brain when his thumb slips under the bottom of my bra, swiping near my nipple. My entire body shudders at the close contact and when he runs that thumb in a circle around it, my back arches on its own volition, pressing myself towards his body. With that one hand, he deftly brings his fingers between my breasts where the clasp is and with a little flick, the tension around my ribs loosens.
Tommy’s moan continues as his mouth captures my now-exposed nipple, the vibration from his voice with the feel of his tongue causes a mewling sound to escape me. When his hand flips both cups out of the way, his fingers find my other nipple, rolling it, tugging lightly on it, and palming my breast, the sensation is almost too much.
Holy cow, I’ve never felt this much pleasure just from staying above-the-belt.
Worry creeps in as I think about the progression of what’s to come. What if I can’t have an orgasm with someone else very well? What if this doesn’t work?
A chill hits one breast when Tommy lifts his head. “Where’d you go just now? Is this okay?”
