obediently raise my arms and he pulls the dress from me, tossing it onto the floor. He lowers us back onto the bed, reclaiming my mouth. I wrap my legs around his waist and exhilarate in the feel of his erection pressed firmly against me.
Sam pulls his lips from mine and uses his free hand to cup one breast then the other. His eyes are trained on the white cotton bra I chose for my non-passionate date with Ellery. Had I known I would end up in Sam James’ bed tonight, I would‘ve gone with a more risqué undergarment choice. He pulls the fabric of my bra down, over my left breast. His hand cups me. My breasts are heavy with desire and he gently sweeps his rough fingers over my nipple, making it harden. I can’t help the mewing sounds that escape me when he lowers his head to attach his eager mouth to me. I run my fingers through his hair as he attacks and then soothes the nipple before he moves on to pay the same attention to my other breast.
Reaching behind me, he deftly unfastens my bra, exposing my chest to his heavy gaze. “I want you so much,” he says.
“Then don’t stop.”
I bring his face back to mine, his soft lips back to my swollen ones, and use some unknown strength within me to shift us onto his back. He rolls over easily, never removing his hands from my breasts, and allows me to remove his belt. I straddle his lap, his excitement hard beneath me, and lean down to take one of his nipples into my mouth. I suck, bite, and pull at him for just a few moments before he lets go of my breasts, places his hands on my hips, and urges me to grind against him.
The motion makes me lose focus and he takes the opportunity to roll us back over so that he’s once again on top. I look up at him through hazy, lust filled eyes.
“If you want me to stop, I need to know right now,” he says.
I know I shouldn’t be doing this. He’s sexy, dangerous and he’s probably had a hundred lovers. I might wake up tomorrow and discover I’m just another in a long line of broken hearts, but right now I just don’t care. At this moment the only thing I want is to feel him inside of me.
In response to his question I move one hand down, place it on his hard and rather impressive erection, and gave it a little squeeze. His eyes smolder at the touch and he grabs my wrists, pinning both hands over my head, kissing his way down my neck through the valley of my breasts. As he reaches the sensitive skin of my stomach, he releases my hands so he can push the white panties down my legs, discarding them off the side of the bed.
I’m completely exposed to him now. He reaches for my neck and, using one big hand flat and warm against my skin, he moves it down the length of my chest and torso until coming to rest at the apex of my thighs, the place I want his touch more than any other. I know I ought to feel embarrassed by the way he’s taking in the sight of my naked body, but the lust pooling in my belly won’t allow for it. When he uses that same big hand to open my thighs so he can cup me and feel the wetness that awaits him, I close my eyes and give in to a deep moan.
Sam’s hands are gentle but firm and he obviously knows what he’s doing, though I don’t want to think about how he learned. He rubs his fingers against me, driving me wild, before sliding two inside. I buck against the welcome intrusion. He works them in and out, stretching and preparing me as he kisses the base of my throat. Slowly his hand leaves me aching for his return, and he divests himself of his remaining clothing. I take in the sight of him greedily. His body is broad and his muscles are thick and strong. I allow my eyes to travel down to his erection and, although I was raised to not speak in such a way, I can’t help the “Holy shit” that escapes my mouth.
Sam smiles devilishly and moves over me, seating himself between my legs. He claims my mouth for a kiss