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And with that, I close my mouth over her swollen bundle of nerves and suck hard, flicking it with my tongue. Sam cries out, slaps her free hand over her mouth to dull the sound, and arches her back off the mattress so only her shoulders and ass anchor her. Her fingers dig into my scalp to keep me right where I am. I watch her hold that position as her legs tighten against my ears, making me moan against her because she’s so close already, the vibrations from me must only add to the sensations because she makes a sound from the pleasure building. I hold myself from grinding myself against the bed because I’ll be coming before she does.
One finger slips into her just before she explodes, biting down on her hand to keep quiet. Her walls clamp down on my finger, drenching it in waves of her desire. Sam starts to writhe on the bed before curling up so both hands are in my hair. Her hair is messy and her mouth is open as she rides out wave after wave of her orgasm, shuddering as each one washes over her.
Her hands tug at my hair and she giggles, falling back against my pillow, sighing. Instead of giving her one last, full lick, I settle on sucking off every drop from my finger, moaning again.
“Thank you,” I tell her, letting her legs fall off my shoulders as she lays like her bones are made of gelatin.
“Pardon me? I should be the one thanking you.” Her voice is a little drowsy. “Come up here.”
Her arms are open and I crawl up to them, careful to keep my erection from brushing up her body. I’m happy to wait for another time.
But she only wraps one arm around me, the other skating down my chest and reaching into my underwear. Her fingers wrap around my shaft and pump.
“Jesus,” I hiss.
“I’m sorry, was that too hard?” She halts everything, looking worried.
“Not a bit,” I say, leaning in to kiss her. “Everything is perfect.”
She smiles against my mouth and within a few more confident strokes, my balls are tightening.
“Shit,” I bite out. “I’m going to come.”
Taking a moment to adjust the cloth so it can catch everything, Sam’s hand is back, gripping me and moving from tip to base. I move my hips to increase the pace and grunt into her mouth as her tongue tangles with mine to the same rhythm. One more thrust and I’m seeing stars as Sam milks every drop from me.
I collapse onto my back so I don’t get her messy and take a moment to catch my breath.
“I should—”
“Stay right here for a bit,” she says, sitting up and pulling down my boxer briefs. Carefully, she tugs so the sticky material doesn’t touch my skin as she takes them off of me. Balling them up, she wipes the spots of my stomach and leg that are messy before tossing it to the ground. I can only imagine the dorky look of amazement I’m wearing right now watching her move so confidently to take care of me.
“Come up here,” I say, echoing her words from just a few minutes ago. She grabs the sheet and covers us and I tuck her head into my chest, kissing her wild hair. I tangle my legs with hers and she lets out a sigh of contentment. Soon, our breathing evens out and we drift off.
I’ve been awake for a bit now, lightly rubbing circles on Sam’s shoulder with my thumb. She’s half-draped over me, our legs even more entwined, and she’s drooling on my chest.
It’s amazing.
I feel the moment she wakes up, her breathing becomes shallow and she carefully frees the hand she tucked under my side while she slept. She tilts her head and runs her hand over face. When it gets to her mouth, she bolts upright and stares at my chest in horror.
“You’re fine,” I say quietly, her eyes darting to mine.
“I drooled on your chest!” she whisper-yells, her hands darting towards my chest and pulling them back.
“I’m just going to smear it all over you,” she mumbles and starts to get out of bed. Before she can get anywhere, my arm wraps around her waist, tugging her back into bed and nuzzling my face into her hair. Even with a little corral dirt, it smells amazing. And having her on my lap feels even better.
“I think I might be offended if you rush out of bed this fast,” I say, letting out a little chuckle.
“My saliva is on you,” she whines adorably.
“More than just your saliva, actually,” I amend.
An embarrassed groan escapes her, but she softens against me. “If I was grossed out, I could have wiped it off myself. But if having a little drool on my skin, or even on my clothes, means you’re in my arms, I’ll gladly take it.”
Sam turns to look at me. “How are you so sweet?”
Chapter 41: Sam
He leans in, kissing me tenderly as his arm loosens its hold on my waist.
