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I moan, louder this time because his tongue is clever. He licks into me, curling up and over my clit and back down to my entrance. Again and again, rolling over the sensitive nerves and making me jump. He doesn’t rush, slowing down and speeding up, being deliberately inconsistent. My hips tip up toward his mouth, begging for more, and he laughs against my skin. “Sam,” I say, but there’s nothing after that. Just his name.
“Yes?”
He seals his mouth over my clit, sucking it between his lips, and my brain turns to mush. I can’t think. Can’t breathe. Oh God, YES. I didn’t even realize that I said that out loud until I feel the vibration of his laugh, and suddenly it feels like he’s not playing anymore. His tongue moves over me in long strokes, setting up a pulsing cadence that seems to lift pleasure upward and outward, bringing me closer to that invisible explosion. Sam’s hands grip my hips, holding me firmly against his mouth and I’m moaning, gasping, grabbing the comforter of his bed just for something to hold onto. I’m drowning in that pleasure that comes before the storm, and it feels so bright that I can’t keep my eyes open. “Sam, please,” I beg. My breath comes in little gasps and it seems to spur him on.
His tongue brings me closer, closer, closer, and then I shatter.
I cry out, shuddering with the explosion, fireworks flashing behind my eyes, every sensation layering one over the other and building before dropping away and leaving me breathless. Sam’s mouth is still on me, and little shocks of pleasure spark up and down my skin.
After taking a moment to strip, and put on a condom, Sam climbs up my body, stealing moments to kiss and lick and suck. I’m still dazed from the orgasm, each touch making me shiver. He kisses me, and I reach for him, trying to pull him down to me, but he doesn’t move. His eyes have that burning fire in them again, and I can’t wait to see what he does with it.
“I’m going to have you,” he says. “In every position. In every way I can think of before the night is over.” He guides me onto my stomach and presses a kiss to my shoulder. “I want you to touch yourself while I fuck you.” His lips are at my ear, “and I’m going to fuck you thoroughly.”
The heat of him at my back and the erotic heat of his words have me dripping again. “Too sensitive,” I manage to say.
“That’s the idea.” Sam thrusts inside, and I groan because holy fuck it feels good. He spreads my legs wider, and he feels so big inside me. He’s working me in long, sure strokes that are hitting deep. It’s an entirely different kind of pleasure that blooms from deep in my gut instead of from my clit. It’s slow and shuddery and is already making me shake.
Sam puts his hands on mine, weaving our fingers together. And then he moves, guiding my right hand down and underneath, straight to my clit. With his hand on mine, he uses my hand to work my clit, and it’s too much. It’s all too much. The orgasm hits hard and fast and I’m not expecting it. I can’t breathe, bright searing pleasure races through my veins. My hand is soaked with my orgasm, and Sam’s too, but he doesn’t let go of my hand. He slows our fingers down, stroking gently while he fucks me harder.
He’s grunting with the effort, and I love that sound. I know that sound. It’s Sam on the edge of orgasm—a good orgasm—and I clench down on him, squeezing his cock as I hard as I can. Sam huffs out a breath. “Naughty girl.”
I find myself giggling, and then I can’t because he’s using my hand again and I’m so close and I don’t think there’s a way I can come again right now, but Sam is going to prove me wrong. He changes his angle, and suddenly I’m seeing stars. Each thrust hitting that spot that makes the whole world shine. He makes me work my clit and I go over the edge just in time for him to follow. We’re frozen together, each lost in our orgasm. His cock is jerking inside me and he groans into my skin. I can’t even make a sound because it’s all too much. I feel like every nerve in my body is sizzling with fiery pleasure.
I come back to earth and we’re both breathing hard, fingers still woven together, his cock still deep inside me.
“I’m not sure which is better,” he says into my ear, “hearing you scream my name or knowing that I fucked you speechless.”
I try to laugh, but I haven’t got enough breath back for that. He slips out of me, and I turn underneath him, and damn I like the way it feels to have him over me. The planes of his face are highlighted in the dim light, and it’s striking how beautiful it is. We’re staring at each other for a moment before he ducks away. “I’ll be right back.”
