For Sam: A new-girl small town cowboy romance

Chapter 62 Tommy

The way Sam is riding me is fucking unbelievable. She fits me like a glove, a tight glove, actually, and I can feel the vibrations faintly deep inside of her. It’s amazing.

“Tell me what you’d like from me.”

She looks down at me, one hand on my chest, the other holding the little pink vibrator in place, as she says, “This is good.”

“Just let me know if I should shift, move, or stay still and enjoy the view.”

Biting her lip, she thinks for a moment. “Can you move with me?”

“Fuck yes, I can.” I try to not be too enthusiastic with my thrusts because, my God, she feels amazing. Right now, I’m enjoying every damn moment being inside of her. It’s like she was made for me with how we fit.

“Oh, just like that,” she says, her head tipping back, shifting her hair over her shoulders.

“Anything for you, Samantha.”

Her tits look spectacular bouncing to the rhythm she’s picked. My eyes travel down her belly and just past the vibrator to watch her meet my thrusts with a soft slap. If I keep watching the way she’s taking me again and again, I’m going to come right now.

Sweat beads on my forehead. Both of our bodies are glistening from it, making my grip on her hips tenuous. Each time she raises back up, I help pull her down, adding to the intensity as her mouth opens and she gasps, then whimpers.

“What do you need?” I ask.

“I’m not sure, I’m getting close though.”

“Why don’t you turn up the intensity?” I suggest, looking pointedly at the vibrator.

Her fingers shift while she keeps it in place, and I both hear and feel the vibrations increase in intensity.

“Oh my stars,” she exclaims, a little surprised. “I forgot this wasn’t all the way up.”

I groan at the barrage of sensations hitting me, including her propensity to use phrases only older generations still say. Everything about this woman is so damn attractive.

“You’re the sexiest fucking person I’ve ever met, you know that?” I ask, my voice uneven while she quickens her cadence. In response, I hear a cross between a squeak and a whimper from her closed mouth. Her lips are rolled in between her teeth as she drives herself closer to an orgasm. I desperately want to kiss her right now but she looks so damn close to coming I don’t dare shift my position under her.

“I love you so much,” I say instead, my breathing labored.

Her eyes focus on mine again. “I love you, too.”

The hand on my chest curls a little, digging her fingers into my skin, as her motions become more erratic, her hips taking on a rhythm of their own. I do my best to match each one, giving her everything, our bodies smacking together now. She slams down one more time and cries out, holding herself so I’m buried to the hilt as she comes. Each wave of her orgasm tightens the grip around my dick and I’m seeing stars as I come with her. Her muscles contract again and again, milking every last drop from me until I’m completely spent.

Sam turns off the vibrator, tosses it next to us in the bed, and collapses over me, sighing in contentment. We’re a sweaty tangle of limbs, her hair is already stuck to my chest, and I’m still buried inside of her.

It’s fucking perfect.

“For the record, that wasn’t a fake orgasm,” I say, holding her close.

Sam bursts out laughing and it’s one of the most beautiful sounds I’ll ever hear.

“No, it was absolutely the real deal,” she replies, kissing my chest. “Also, you were right.”

“I definitely was.” I place a kiss in her lilac-scented hair. God, I’m going to buy a ton of this for when she showers here. “About what?”

“You said I’d be riding like a pro in no time.” Her voice says she’s completely joking.

“There was never any doubt in my mind, cowgirl,” I tell her, tipping her chin up so I can kiss her properly. “You’re fucking perfect.”

She rolls her eyes.

“I’m right, and it might take some time for you to see it, but I’ll show you what you mean to me.” I shift her to my pillow and hop out of bed. “I’ll be right back, don’t you dare move this time.”

“I’m not having ridiculous cramps,” she calls to me while I’m taking care of the condom in the bathroom.

“I know, but we’re cuddling for a while.”

Sam is in the bed where I left her, except she’s under the covers. As I leave the bathroom, she lifts the edge of the sheet up for me to slip under. “I suppose I can stay put for cuddles with Tommy Landen.”

I tuck her against me, her head rests on my shoulder, arm drapes over my stomach, and her legs twist up with mine. As early as this may be in a relationship, I can see how this can feel and how this can be. I’ll fight to keep it, and everything just feels right.

“Will you stay tonight?” I ask,

“I would love to, Tommy,” she says through a yawn. “It’s a good thing my boyfriend wrote me a list of things to keep here so I’m ready at any time.”

“Good, then we can have breakfast together in the morning.”

She goes still against me.

“What?” I ask, trying to figure out how breakfast might have made her nervous.

“What do you all wear in the mornings?” she asks.

“Pants or shorts, sometimes shirts.”

She groans against my chest. “I didn’t pack a robe.”

“You don’t need to wear one,” I say, kissing the top of her head.

“I’m not going down in just my pajamas.”

“Then you can wear one of my shirts over your pajamas.” The image of her walking around in just my shirt has me getting hard again. Well, that, and the fact that Sam is naked and pressed against me in my bed.

“I suppose I could do that. And maybe I’ll wear your hat down to breakfast, too, just to avoid any questions your brothers might ask,” she says, tipping her face up at me with a sly look.

“That would explain everything that we just did without needing to say a thing.” Now I’m picturing Sam walking around in this house only in my shirt and hat.

“Perfect, then we have a plan for the morning.”

“And tonight, hang on.” I reach over to my bedside table and open the top drawer and pull out a handful of bars and snacks.

“You are an incredibly smart guy,” she says, shifting so we can kiss.

“More like a guy who’s in love with his girlfriend and wants to be able to keep her in his bed as long as possible.”

“That, too,” she says before her lips find mine.