runs his fingers up and down my back, waiting for me to take things further.
I move my head so my lips hover above his ear and draw one earlobe into my mouth. His hands move down my waist, grabbing me tightly and pulling me hard against him. He makes a delicious noise, sort of a cross between a grunt and a moan before he rears up, tossing me onto my back. The sheet falls down, exposing my breasts to him. Sam’s wild sandy hair flops against his forehead as he stares greedily at my body. He lowers his mouth to my breast and sucks and nibbles at me until I’m writhing beneath him. Trailing warm kisses up my neck, he breathes into my ear, “Do you still want to trust me?”
“Yes, I do.” And I mean it.
Sam turns me onto my side, positioning himself behind me. He lifts one of my legs places his strong thigh between my soft ones. He pulls my hair up and away from my neck before giving me a soft bite in the space between my neck and shoulder. I reach back, running my fingers through his hair as I push my hips back and into his. The back of his hand brushes against my bottom as he sheaths himself, and I urge him to hurry by moving my hips back and forth.
Sam rubs himself against my opening, coating his length before entering me with one long, solid thrust. My eyes fall shut and I exhale sharply, reveling in the feeling of his hard body pressed against my back. His arm is stretched out above me, his hand wrapping around a spoke on the headboard, using it as leverage to thrust deeper. He brings his other hand around to cup my full breast, massaging it before playfully pinching my nipple. I encourage him by pressing my hips further back, willing him to go faster.
Sam’s hand leaves my breast and goes to cup me. He uses his fingers to rub out small, quick circles that make my body hum. The fullness of him inside me mixed with the rapidity of his glorious fingers has me moaning into the crook of my arm as the orgasm slams into me. My mind turns blissfully blank as the pleasure racks my body. Sated desire prickles my skin and gives me goose flesh. I’m still recovering from my high when Sam, one hand gripping my hip furiously, gives a long and throaty grunt into my shoulder, releasing himself inside me.
I relax into him, my body purring, as he recovers and pulls his thigh from between mine. He rises up on his elbow and rests a hand against my belly then places a sweet kiss on my temple.
“You’re amazing,” he breathes against me.
He’s the amazing one. I’ve never been with such a thoughtful lover before. It makes me feel sexy and beautiful. “You’re pretty amazing yourself, Mr. James,” I say, eyes still closed, lips smiling at him.
Sam places another kiss just beneath my ear before turning away from me. “I’m going to hop in the shower. You’re welcome to join me.” I can hear the smile in his voice and turn on my back to look over at him. He gets up from the bed, divests himself of the condom and raises his arms, stretching his muscles. This is a view I could get used to.
Sam gives me a naughty grin and beckons me with a finger to follow. I need to use the bathroom, but there’s no way I’m doing that with him a few feet away in the shower.
“Sounds nice,” I agree, wrapping the sheet around me, “but maybe I could use a different bathroom first, freshen up a bit?”
“Of course, down the hall and past the kitchen, first door on the right. But don’t take too long.”
I wait for him to close the door to the master bath before slipping out of bed. I grab a t-shirt from the Craftsman chair next to me and slip it on over my head as I pad down the hallway. There’s something innately private about going to the bathroom. I’m going to make a new resolution here and now that I will never be one of those people that talk about their day or the state of the economy with their lover while sitting on the shitter.
I hear Sam humming to himself in the shower as I step back into the bedroom. I stifle a giggle. He’s humming the chorus to