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I rub my body along his unapologetically, lust consuming my mind. For once, I’m not thinking about who I thought Sam was. I’m not considering all the women he’s been with before or the ones he could have now. I’m not comparing myself to others and coming up short. I’m just enjoying the way he’s turning me on. I’m memorizing the way he’s looking at me at this moment. I’m losing myself in the smell of his spicy cologne and the hardness of his body against the softness of mine. The grayish-blue depths of his eyes and how they change colors according to his moods or the different shades of his shirts. The way they look black with pure lust right now. And how he’s making me feel like the sexiest, most wanted woman in the world.
“So, take me,” I murmur back breathlessly.
Sam screams virility from the rough way he lifts me into his arms to the ease with which he carries me to his bedroom. I kick off my heels when my feet hit the floor, and Sam turns me toward the window until my back is to him. It’s dark in the room. Outside, the lake is a sea of navies and shades of gray, blending with the nighttime sky as I gaze into the distance. I sense his body heat right before I feel him press against me from behind. Sam sweeps my hair to the side.
“Where is the zipper on this thing?” he asks, frustration rich in his tone as he searches for a way to remove my dress.
I scoff out a laugh, intermingled with a groan, just as desperate as he is. “It’s on the side.”
I lift my right arm, and his fingers land on the spot. He’s surprisingly delicate as he lowers it, the teeth dislodging one clasp at a time until the dress slides down my body and onto the floor. I step out of it, wearing only a lacy thong.
The pad of his finger trails down my back the same way he caressed my thigh earlier. He’s leaving my skin pebbled even though his touch is hot like fire, burning me with every stroke. He’s singeing himself on my skin like he’s branding me with an iron. He lowers his head until his lips are hovering over my shoulder. I feel his warm breath right before his kiss lands on my skin. It’s soft and gentle. Reverent. Yet hungry at the same time.
I close my eyes and lean back until my head is resting on his chest as his mouth continues pressing kisses from my shoulder to my neck. He reaches forward and covers my breasts with his large hands. They feel heavy and achy. He tests the weight of them before his thumbs brush over my nipples, hardening them into razor-sharp tips. The ache between my legs intensifies.
“You’ve been driving me insane all night,” he confesses, his voice thick with desire. “That dress …”
“Did you like it?”
His mouth dips to the crook of my neck, and his tongue drags along my sensitive skin. My pulse skyrockets.
“I like you better like this.” His tone is husky and salacious.
I’m far from drunk, but the alcohol still flows through my system. I’m grateful for it as I stand in Sam’s bedroom, next to the window, while he explores my body because it’s numbing my brain. I’m not focusing on my imperfections. The softness of my belly or the roundness of my hips. I’m not worrying about what he thinks of my less than perfect body. I was always stuck in my head when I was with Eliott, concerned that I wasn’t moving the right way or that I looked fat from a certain angle. But now, I’m caught up in the moment instead. It’s freeing.
One of his hands leaves my breast, and it glides down my stomach and slips beneath the lacy band of my panties. He pauses when he finds me bare, and I can feel his smile against my skin. My neck loses all strength when his fingers skate across my slit without the barrier of my panties, dipping beneath my folds. My head presses further back onto his shoulder. He plays with my clit, rubbing circles around my swollen nub, as I part my thighs further. He starts stroking back and forth as the scent of my arousal fills the room.
I turn to capture his lips with mine. He slides his tongue along the seam of my mouth. I suck it inside, my own tangling against it. My bare skin is pressed against the silky material of his suit, and something about him being fully dressed while I’m mostly naked is turning me on. His hand is still working between my legs, teasing my entrance before finally dipping inside.
I’m tight. I’ve always been tight. It’s a combination of genes and never sleeping around. I’ve only had a couple of partners in my life. And even with a steady boyfriend for the past few years, Eliott and I were far from passionate. We didn’t have sex often, and when we did, it was mechanical. Nothing like this. I can feel the moment that Sam discovers just how tight I am. His finger pauses right after he enters me, and he groans as my walls squeeze around him. I grind back against him, feeling his cock hard against my lower back. He’s large, just like the rest of his body.
He’s going to rip me in two with that thing.
But the masochist in me welcomes the pain because I can only imagine how much pleasure will accompany it.
Sam pulls his finger out to give my clit one last teasing flick before he spins me around to face him. He pauses with his palm on my cheek and studies me for a long moment. Then, he kisses me again.
I reach up to release the buttons on his shirt one at a time. I shove it off his shoulders, only to find a white undershirt below it. Frowning as I grab the bottom and lift, Sam starts chuckling at my frustration. He takes over, whipping the shirt overhead in one swift move. My hands fall to his chest as it’s bared, and I start to explore his skin. He’s contoured, like a sculpted work of art, and his skin burns hot against my touch.
Sam watches me as I slide down his chest and over his rippled abdomen on my way to the button on his pants. I flick it open. There’s an obvious bulge straining against his zipper. I’m careful as I unzip him and tug his pants down his hips. He steps out of them, impatiently tossing his boxer briefs off in the next instant. His cock slaps against his lower abdomen when it’s freed.
My eyes widen as I take him in. He’s engorged and massive, his balls hanging heavily between his legs. His hand tugs up and down his length lazily. The flared tip is red and leaking pre-cum. He’s easily the most well-endowed man I’ve ever seen, though my roster is small.
I push his hand out of the way and take him in both of mine, surprised that he can be so smooth and so hard at the same time. He’s pulsing inside my palms. I’m suddenly nervous as I drop to my knees. Sam is much more experienced than I am. So are the women he’s been with before. But when he laces his fingers through my tangled hair and angles my face toward his, there’s no judgment waiting for me there.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
SAM
The moonlight is painting her body in soft grays where it filters through the window behind her. She looks like an angel kneeling before me. Her hourglass body is perfect. Smooth, creamy skin. Large breasts that are more than a handful, but still sit high and firm on her chest. Symmetrical pale pink nipples. Narrow waist. Soft curves that I want to sink into and never come up for air again.
I pause to study her face as she looks up at me. I’ve seen that expression many times before from women. Eagerness. Longing. Desire. There’s a fire raging inside of her like she’s never wanted another man more. Like she can’t wait to please me. But as I reach deeper into those doe-like brown eyes, there’s something else there. Something new.
She’s watching me like she can see beneath the surface. And I’m more than enough in her eyes.
It’s been years since I was looked at like that. It’s only happened once before. I’ve kept up too many walls since then. I forgot what it felt like. All I know is that I’d choose this—her—right here, right now over any other woman in the world.
The head of my cock disappears behind those lips. I sigh, my eyes glued to the sight. I’m so hard that I’m afraid I’ll explode with that first wet touch of her tongue. The sight of her still staring up at me with my cock in her mouth isn’t helping my stamina.
