still couldn’t believe we were in this place. It had been three months since I met Samuel, and in that time, our friendly chats had gone from innocent kisses to full-blown make out sessions, to secret rendezvous in the middle of the night. It wasn’t like we wanted to sneak around, we just had to.
Samuel stared at my breasts. Breathing hard as he did. “I think it might have been here,” I said, twisting my body as I pointed to my lower back, my chest moving as I did. I then crawled forward to Samuel, who was now standing at the end of my bed, watching me. I got up on my knees and then pointed to where my heart was, in between my breasts. “Or maybe it was right here. I’m not quite sure Samuel. Where would you put a tattoo on my body?” I reached to Samuel and took his hands, placing them firmly on my chest.
Samuel didn’t answer. His mouth and body pounced on me, pushing me back onto the bed. He kissed me hard. I shut my eyes tightly, allowing the kiss to become all pure sensation inside. We began to kiss more and more, rolling around the bed as we did.
“Let me please you,” Samuel whispered into my ear. “I want to hear you come because of me.”
“Yes, and yes some more. But let me,” I reached for his pants. Samuel gripped onto my hand and stopped me.
“No, you tonight. I need to hear you. It does crazy things to me when I hear you come.”
I lifted my hand away as he requested, and put it instead into his thick black wavy hair, allowing him to do what he wanted to do. His hand slipped under my panties and found me, extremely wet and ready. I moved my hips towards him, eagerly wanting him. His fingers found me and began rubbing all around my opening, making me even wetter and more excited. I moaned and pulled at Samuel’s shirt. “Put them in,” I panted harshly, and Samuel put both fingers in, which instantly eased some of my tension. He began to tease me, drawing them in and out, listening to my breathing change as he did; taking note of the pressure and force which made my breathing increase as even more moans escaped from my lips. Samuel found the rhythm that made my whole body come alive, and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I moaned his name loudly, finding my release. Samuel kissed my cheek as he watched me close my eyes, relishing in the satisfaction he had given me with his hand.
“I love that I’m the only man who has done this to you. I love that I’m so many of your firsts.”
I opened my eyes and gazed hungrily at him. My hands moved up and down his chest. “Do you want another first tonight? I’m ready if you are.”
Samuel kissed my lips and then my forehead. “Soon Len. Soon.”
He moved so he lay on his back on my bed and I took up position laying on his chest. He began stroking my hair, and I moved my hand so it sat under his shirt, on his stomach.
Samuel’s eyes darted to the stack of envelopes on my side table. “More letters from Josh?”
I nodded. “I’ve told you he is my best friend haven’t I?”
Samuel stopped stroking my hair. “Len, do I have to worry about this guy? I mean, he isn’t in love with you, is he?”
I swallowed, and snuggled in tighter against Samuel. “He’s my best friend Samuel.” I didn’t want to have to explain my friendship any further. It was deep and intense, and I needed it like I needed air. Samuel had to respect and accept that.
The mood shifted, and everything became quiet. Samuel was immersed in thought. He did this often when he got lost in thinking about things close to his heart. Samuel wasn’t very emotional on the surface, but I could tell when he was thinking about serious matters.
“Does it bother you Len? That I’m a Voltaggio?” he asked, as his hands began stroke my hair again. His mind had wandered off to us and the longevity of our relationship. It was a road my mind often took as well.
I didn’t want to talk about it, but I knew why it was always on our minds. “Samuel, you of all people should know that a name doesn’t define you, and it shouldn’t effect what we have right