Backup Plan - Emily Goodwin Page 0,80
before. I never should have let you run away.”
“You shouldn’t have, but I forgive you. We were young. I’m not going to hold it over your head forever.”
“Good.” He smiles and kisses me again. My heart is racing and I’m sure it’s going to be that way the rest of the night. I slip away to use the bathroom and clean up, hurrying to get back to bed and next to Sam. He spoons his large body around mine and slowly drags his fingers up and down my arm. I want to stay awake and soak up every second of this moment. Things finally fell into place, and I know there are still details to work out, but for right now, everything is how it should be.
“Good morning.”
My eyes flutter open, and I turn my head up, looking at Sam. I’m still enveloped in his arms.
“Morning,” I say back, voice thick with sleep. I stretch out and roll over, resting my head on Sam’s chest. “You were right.”
“I usually am, but I’m gonna need you to specify this one.”
“You’re an idiot.” I splay my fingers on his bare chest. “We could have been doing this for years.”
He pulls me closer and kisses my neck. “We’ll have to make up for it.”
“Mhhh,” I moan, agreeing with him. “But let me pee first.” My eyes flutter shut, and I lie there for another few seconds before finally forcing myself up. I can feel his eyes on me as I walk butt naked out of the room and into the bathroom. I clean myself up as fast as I can, quickly brush my teeth, and run a comb through my hair.
Sam isn’t in the bedroom when I get back. Clanking dishes echo from the kitchen, and I smile as I grab a pair of sleeper shorts and a tank top. I get dressed and go downstairs, finding Sam by the coffeepot. Two mugs are out, and the smell of coffee fills the air. He’s wearing just boxers, and his hair is even messier than usual. I smile, feeling all hot inside since I know his hair is messy due to how much time he spent between my legs last night.
“I could get used to waking up like this,” he says, pushing off the counter and coming over to me. He wraps me in his arms and kisses me, slow and gentle at first. He moves one hand up, balling my hair in his fist and pulls my head to the side, lips going to my neck. He remembers exactly how much I like it.
I slip my hand inside his boxers, wrapping my fingers around his cock. I pump my hand up and down, and then push him away, dropping to my knees.
“Fuck,” he groans as I pull his boxers down and take his cock in my mouth. One hand lands on the top of my head, taking a tangle of hair in his fist. I start slow, sucking and licking my way up and down his big dick. Then I take him in my mouth again, sure I’m going to gag when I try to fit that entire thing in my mouth. I impress myself with my lack of gagging, and Sam certainly seems to enjoy it.
He stops me right before he comes and pulls me up. Kissing my neck, he reaches inside my shorts.
“You’re wet already,” he breathes, breath hot on my skin.
“You make me wet,” I groan back, pussy begging for more. He runs his finger over my clit, and I let my eyes fall shut. “Take me upstairs.” Unable to break apart, we stumble our way through the kitchen and end up falling together on the living room floor.
The large floor-to-ceiling windows are right next to us, and if anyone was out on the lake today, they could see inside. But that doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is Sam and getting him naked and on top of me.
And then inside of me.
He strips me of my sleeper shorts and moves over me. I reach down and grab his cock, rubbing the tip against my clit. I’m already turned on, already close to coming. And so is Sam.
Holding himself up on his elbows, he kisses me right as the orgasm ripples through me. My center contracts wildly, and without waiting for the climax to subside, Sam pushes that big dick into me. It sends another jolt to my core, and I cry out.
“Fuck me hard,” I pant, feeling another