Chapter 61 Sam
My mind is right back to wanting everything with Tommy. Did I have a moment of doubt for what we’re about to do feeling good? Yes.
But I’m not hiding anymore so, for once, I said something. And Tommy has a plan. Apparently a good one. Is my brain capable of trying to guess what that plan might entail? Absolutely not.
Not when his body is on top of mine like this with his hand doing something he is fantastic at, and I’m lying on his bed which smells like cedar and a little hint of garlic. A bed that I plan on waking up in tomorrow morning. In Tommy Landen’s arms.
I chose this and I love it.
He braces his free hand up by my head and kisses down my neck and along my collarbone with his tongue darting out every so often. Goosebumps follow each path he chooses. My hips tilt to give him even better access to my most sensitive area. The combination of all his touches cause my eyes to close and at least one moan to escape my lips. Instead of feeling embarrassed, I simply feel emboldened to stop hiding my natural responses. Tommy seems to soak up any hint, big or small, that my body gives him and works his way up my neck.
A little nibble on my ear timed with an increase in pressure from Tommy’s fingers has me gasping. I think I’m more sensitive than usual because I’m close to coming already and I swear he’s only been touching my clit for a minute. But when you spent what felt like a long truck ride to get here and have been touching each other in different ways, it’s not such a surprise. There’s a coil of pleasure building deep inside me, tightening, getting ready to spring at any moment.
My hands grip Tommy’s back while my back arches, pressing my chest into his. He flicks his tongue against the sensitive spot behind my ear and I give a little cry as my toes curl.
“Here we go, Samantha,” he says against my ear, moving his finger a little faster. “Come for me, cowgirl.”
A few seconds later my body shudders as my orgasm takes over. The crest of each wave washes over every single inch of me. Tommy curses between the kisses he places up and down my neck and rolls his hips, but his fingers keep going until my twitches stop. Those beautiful lips caress my own and he makes a humming sound while I melt onto the bed, my body going blissfully limp.
“I’m going to stay here for a minute, and then I’m grabbing two things from my nightstand if you’re interested,” Tommy says while bracing himself on his elbows so he can look at me better.
“I think I know what one item is,” I say, feeling so content.
“Would you like to guess what the other item is?” he asks.
“I think my brain needs more than twenty seconds after something like,” I pause and gesture to the minimal space between our bodies, “this, so you might want to just show it to me.”
A chuckle rumbles in his chest right as he rolls onto his back and tucks me into him, kissing my temple. My body feels so at home with him in ways I didn’t think could be possible. I don’t even care that I’m sweaty like I used to.
Tommy reaches for the drawer at the top of his bedside table, tosses a little foil package next to him on the bed and a little pink box. I look at it, confused.
“There’s truly no pressure for this, but I got it in case you wanted to try it as we learn what feels the best for you.” He opens the box to reveal a small container, equally pink in color.
“Is this one of those gifts where the containers get smaller and smaller?” I ask.
“No, this is as small as it gets,” he says, holding it out for me.
I sit up so I can properly see and hold this mystery item. The moment I open it though, I snap it shut feeling embarrassed automatically. I’ve never been around another person with one of these.
“As I said, there’s no pressure. At all.”
Taking a breath, I open it again and look down at a small vibrator which, of course, is pink. This one isn’t designed to go inside but has a small curve in its shape so it could likely hit someone’s clit while they’re having sex in a variety of positions.
“How did you…” I begin before pausing.
“Pick that out?”
“Yes, how did you pick this out?” I ask.
“Well, I know what does feel good for you and may have looked up a few designs for people who liked clit stimulation.” It’s his turn to pause. “Is it okay that I went ahead with that? It’s brand new, but I may have washed and charged it just in case.”
Here I am, sitting naked on Tommy’s bed holding a vibrator while he tells me he spent time learning what would likely give me the best experience. I shouldn’t be surprised by this, not with Tommy. But I’m stunned into silence. Incredibly turned on silence.
“We can just put it away, that’s completely fine,” he says, reaching for it.
Moving it so it’s out of his reach, I frown at him. “I never said I didn’t want to use it.”
A little smirk appears on his lips. “So, what are you saying?”
I look down at the little device and decide it’s time to take the bull by the horns. “We’re using it.”
He sits up next to me and kisses me until his smile is too wide to continue. “Alright, let’s do it.”
A few moments later, I’ve checked the settings and Tommy has the condom on. As he leans forward to lay me on my back, I put a hand on his chest. “What if I’d like to try something?”
“Anything.”
“Can you lay back for me?”
He gives me one long kiss with his tongue finding mine and he picks me up so I’m straddling his lap before he lies down. His eyes trail from my face and over every inch of my body that’s in sight as his hands squeeze my hips. “I’m here for everything you want, and if you change your mind at any point, just tell me and it’s okay.”
Nodding, I start the vibrator and get it up to a medium intensity. Then, I raise up to my knees and start lowering myself over him, taking him inch by inch. This is usually the start of my discomfort, but between having just come and how I’m now holding this vibrator next to my clit, I feel like I’m being filled completely and I already have pleasure building.
“Is this okay?” I ask Tommy.
Groaning, he replies, “Oh fuck it’s so much better than okay, Samantha.”
Once I’m fully seated on him, I lift and rock my hips, noticing the changing pressure based on how I move. His hips shift with me just a little.
“Ride me just how you like, cowgirl,” he says.
And I do just that, knowing that he’s here with me, taking pleasure from making sure I find plenty of my own first.