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My stomach drops into free fall, and I feel a gush of wetness spreading down my leg. Sam kisses me, and everything in my body comes to life. It’s familiar and comforting and new and thrilling and I moan because it’s like I’ve been waiting for this moment for years.
Sam’s tongue brushes across my lips and I open my mouth to him and damn. He’s gotten better. His tongue dances with mine and I feel it all the way down to my toes. He can use that tongue on me all he wants, anywhere he wants. He gathers me up in his arms and I’m done for—the only thing I want in the world is to be closer. To have more. My hands are slipping off his jacket and in turn his hands grip the back of my thighs, lifting me, carrying me, tumbling me onto the bed. Our kiss only breaks for a moment, and then Sam’s lips are on mine again.
It’s all consuming, sending heat straight down to my pussy like his kiss is pouring fire straight down my spine. I grab at his shirt, pulling it free, and we struggle with the buttons together until it’s off and thrown to the floor. Managing a look, I do a double take. Fuck. He’s hard—cut. Even more so than he was when he was a swimmer. All the lines of his body leading underneath his belt, where it’s obvious that his pants are way too tight.
He laughs, low and rough. “You like what you see.”
It’s not a question but I still feel compelled to answer. “Yes.”
“Good.”
He’s kissing me again, and his hand slips around to my neck where my halter dress is tied. He was paying attention. It doesn’t even take a minute for the knot to slide free and then I’m bared to him. Sam devours me with his eyes, that same fire in his eyes that I saw during the toast. He skims his fingers down my ribs, and I can’t help but arch into his touch. I haven’t felt anything like this in a long time. I haven’t felt this alive in a long time.
In the corner of my eye, I realize that the door is open. And I’m half naked. “We should close the door,” I say breathlessly.
An amused smile plays on Sam’s mouth. “No.” It takes me a second to absorb the word. And I’m about to protest when he kisses me again. He pulls back and there’s a condom in his hand. I’m not even sure where it came from.
Sam undoes his belt and I feel like I’m hypnotized by it. Holy—
He’s bigger than I remember. Thick and hard and he rolls on the condom with a smooth efficiency that turns me on. “We’re going to leave the door open, and I’m going to fuck you hard enough that you’re going to want to scream. But you’re not going to make any sound.”
“No?”
“You wouldn’t want to ruin your sister’s engagement party by everyone hearing you moan, would you?” he smirks. I shake my head. He’s right, but the possibility of being caught sends a pulse of heat straight through me. I don’t have time to respond because he’s pushing inside me and I’m gasping. “Oh God.” I thought he was bigger than I remembered while looking at him. Feeling him is a whole other story.
“Shh,” he says against my lips, but then he smiles. “Or not. I can think of other ways to keep you quiet.” He moves his hips slightly, and my pussy clenches down on him, not yet used to his size.
“Oh?” I manage to say, absolutely breathless.
There’s lust and fire in his eyes as he looks at me. “I remember how much you like my cock in your mouth.”
I turn red—the flush rolling up my body until it reaches my face. Half from embarrassment and half remembering the times he’s talking about. He’s not wrong. I loved giving him pleasure. I loved watching his eyes close and his lips part. The tiny jumps of muscles as he got closer. I have flashes: on my knees under the bleachers at a football game, in his car, in the back row of Hawthorne’s movie theatre, and right here in this room.
“You’re imagining that.”
I wasn’t, but I am now, and I shiver. The image of someone—anyone—walking in while Sam is feeding me his cock, my dress in this state…I like the danger of that. “Yes.”
We always pushed the boundaries a little, just a touch of exhibitionism. I guess he hasn’t lost his love of it, and neither have I.
Sam’s hands slide down across my ass, fingers curving around my thighs. And then he lifts, pushing my legs up and back until they’re over his shoulders. Just like he said he’d imagined it. With my legs in this position I’m stretched, and I can feel every inch of him. Going by the smirk on his face, he knows it too. He doesn’t give me a warning, pulling back and sliding back in, fast and smooth.
