Chapter 38 Tommy
We make our way up to the pillow and Sam lifts the sheets to keep us warmer. For the next few minutes, we almost lazily explore each other. Our hands take their time to roam, trace, and tease while our mouths are locked together like neither of us want to break a single kiss.
I shift so I’m on my side and my fingers slide behind her and cup her ass under her clothes. Jesus Christ it’s somehow soft and firm at the same time and I fucking love it. And I love the sounds she keeps making because they’re becoming increasingly desperate so I finally pull away from our kisses, missing her tongue immediately.
“May I?” I shift that hand so it’s moving around to her hip from her ass and hold it there.
She nods, pulling my lips back to hers in a slow kiss, allowing me to breathe in her floral perfume mixed with the smell of horses and leather. The combination is intoxicating. I can barely hear her zipper being undone over our breathing before my fingertips trace the top of her underwear. She shifts her hips just a little to give me better access as I flatten my palm against her belly and allow my hand to slide down.
Fuck me.
With Sam’s tongue dancing with mine, her hands in my hair and on the back of my neck, I moan while feeling her for the first time. I’m grateful that I rolled to the side so I don’t make a mess in my jeans. God, the slightest pressure from her will have me spent. She’s got short curls that give away just how turned on she is. When I press my finger into her seam, parting her lips, she’s slick even before I dip into her core once, feeling exactly how tightly she grips it, then bringing it right back out and to her clit.
Rubbing circles next to it, she moves her hips a little, repositioning me without saying a word. When her breath hitches, I kiss my way back to that spot behind her ear that she’s so reactive to, nuzzling it while she gives me full access.
“Any improvements to be made, Samantha?” I ask, my voice raspy with my own desire.
She shakes her head tightly and says, “Please don’t change anything.”
“I’ll stay right here until you ask for something else, don’t you worry.”
As her fingers press harder into my back, I take in every detail as she climbs closer…her chest rising rapidly, her face getting flush, her mouth parting as her eyes flutter closed.
“Tommy,” she whispers, “I’m so close.”
“You’re almost there,” I say before rubbing faster and carefully biting on her earlobe so her earring doesn’t stab me in the process. Her body tenses more and more.
“Tommy.” This time it’s more of a squeak and she shudders, coming undone. Right here on my bed. In my arms.
By my hand.
Those little sounds from earlier have nothing on the cries she makes as she comes. I know I’ll be replaying them whenever I’m alone. Fuck.
She shifts into embarrassed laughter when she’s overstimulated and I dip my finger into her core, soaking it with her release. Then her hands shift to cover face and I roll over her, pulling her hands above her head and pinning them on the pillow, covering her mouth with mine as she sighs.
When I lift my head, I say, “One down, two to go.”
“Pardon?” she asks, her eyes wide open.
I repeat myself and she wears a look of disbelief.
“You weren’t joking?”
“Why would I joke about that?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“Because just getting this one done was pretty epic.”
“And you can’t have more?”
Her lips part to protest and I raise a skeptical eyebrow at her.
“If you don’t like to come more than once, that’s okay…” I’ve never seen her eyes open so wide. “I would love to be the one to get you past your old record. And why not now?”
“So you’re just out to break a record?” she asks warily.
I chuckle softly, kissing her neck as she gives me more access. “This is about bringing you pleasure and nothing more. I would watch you come by my fingers alone every damn day.”
“Oh my God, Tommy.” Sam’s voice is full of exasperation as she tries to tug her hands free, likely to swat at me. “That’s not funny.”
“It wasn’t supposed to be,” I say, kissing behind her ear and feeling her arch into me. “I wouldn’t joke or lie about what my favorite sight is.”
“It is n—”
“Oh, I can assure you it is,” I say, cutting her off. My teeth run down her earlobe and she lets out a soft whimper of pleasure. “It’s okay if you don’t believe me, yet. I plan to give you plenty of opportunities to see the joy I get from it.”
“Um, I guess I’m not opposed to it,” she says, almost as a question, and I lift up so I can look at her. “I’ve just never done that.”
“Well, there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?”
She smiles and her blue eyes are brighter when she says, “I guess there is.”
I let go of one of her hands, letting mine find her nipple, which is still a pebbled peak. Her free fingers find anchor in my hair to keep my face right where it is as she deepens our kiss. We stay locked like this, breathing becoming more rapid, mouths claiming each other, hips rocking into one another, for a while, just savoring.
“Can we get your jeans out of the way?” I ask, receiving an enthusiastic nod in response.
Sitting back on my knees, I take in the sight of a flushed, topless, and thoroughly kissed Samantha Davies, her head on my pillow, my sheets beneath her, and her fingers tracing part of my headboard. I rub my dick once to relieve some of everything that’s building and put my hands on her bare hips, lifting them. She presses her shoulders into the bed and raises her ass as I inch her pants down her body.
Pausing, I hook a finger around her white, sensible underwear. “These, too?”
Another nod, this one more shy, but still sure.
Keeping my eyes on hers, I pull the fabric over her soft skin, reveling in the feel of my hands on her legs. When we’re closer to her ankles, I scoot backwards to the end of the bed to pull from the bottom of each pant leg and throw her jeans and underwear on my floor once they’re free.
Giving the ankle in my hand a slow kiss, I let my gaze follow the lines of her body, including the glistening blonde curls between her thighs.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” Instead of kissing my way up her legs, I crawl over her so my lips can find hers as I say, “Every inch of you is perfect.”