Every part of her skin felt like silk. Sam’s wetness was so intense it dripped down between his own thighs.
Her eyes were closed and she ground hard against him. “Look at me,” he told her. She opened her eyes and he could tell she was close.
Connor pushed himself up and wrapped her legs around his back. From here, he was in complete control—and her nipples were once again aligned with his face. They were perfect with light brown areolas and tight little nipples. He lifted and lowered her onto his cock while he covered her chest in marks he knew would darken to hickeys by the next day.
Her legs were locked around him, his lap soaked with her juices. “Connor,” she gasped out. “I’m going to come…”
He could feel her orgasm start to wash over her as the heat of her insides throbbed. It was enough to push him over the edge and he came with her. When he exploded inside her, she screamed out louder.
It wasn’t what he’d expected or what he’d planned, not that he’d planned any of it. But he’d never come inside anyone before. Hell, he’d never had unprotected sex with anyone but Sandra before. There was something special about Sam, though.
She shuddered against him as she rode out the last of her orgasm. He kissed her neck gently and made his way to her lips.
Connor leaned back and lightly trailed a hand across her clit, though he was still inside her. She shook and laughed.
“Too sensitive,” he said.
“I, um. I’ve never done that,” she said.
He held her hips and pushed into her once more, just to watch her shake as a small tremor of an aftershock rocked through her. “I wouldn’t exactly call it a one-night stand,” he said with a laugh.
“No, I mean… never mind,” she said, and pushed off of him.
“The no protection thing?” he asked. “Sorry, me either. Not really. But I’m clean, I just got tested a month ago.”
“It’s not that,” she said. Sam perched on the edge of the bed, grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, and wiped up their combined juices from between her thighs.
“Then what is it?” he asked. “I mean… you didn’t like it?”
“No!” she said and looked at him, shocked. “It was amazing. Everything I’d imagined.” She blushed at that, as if she thought it had really been a secret that she wanted him. “It’s just… I’ve only been with one person before.”
“Yeah, right,” he said with a laugh.
“I’m serious!” she said. “Sexually, just one person. And… well, just one time.”
“Wait a minute,” he said. “What do you mean one time? And what about all those models—”
“They’re just for fun,” she admitted, her head hung low. “We flirt and sometimes we kiss. Not much. But that’s about it.”
“But you weren’t a virgin, right? I mean, I wasn’t—”
“No. Technically, no, I wasn’t a virgin. But… shit, this is embarrassing,” she said.
“Hey,” he said as he wrapped an arm around her. He suddenly felt protective. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me anything.”
“No,” she said with a sigh. “I want to. So, when I was sixteen, I had sex with my high school boyfriend. Kind of. It was terrible. Almost traumatizing.”
He looked at her, concerned. “Did he do something? Did he—”
“No! No, nothing like that. We were just, you know, kids and inexperienced and everything. It lasted maybe two minutes, max. I don’t really remember much after he… well, you know, tore my hymen… just a lot of pain and then it was over.”
“So, why did you … why was it only the one time? If he was your boyfriend?”
She looked at her lap, ashamed, and pulled the sheet around her chest in a makeshift toga. “We ‘dated,’ if you want to call it that, for about six weeks before that night. He was older, a quarterback on the varsity team. I was just a sophomore. He wasn’t faking the relationship with me, not really. But…”
“But what?” he asked.
She looked at him, and he knew all her walls had fallen down. “He told everybody,” she whispered. “Everybody. The next day at school, everyone knew.”
He let out his breath. Connor had known guys like that in school. He hadn’t been one of them, but more than once he’d laughed along as a buddy had shared his latest conquest. “I’m sorry, Sam,” he said.
She shook her head and let out a small laugh. “It’s not your fault.”
“But that was a long time ago. Do you think that’s why it