Chapter 33
We barely make it into Sam’s apartment before his mouth is on mine. He didn’t hesitate when I demanded he take me home and give me the proper welcome he promised me at the airport.
His kiss is hungry as he devours my mouth, maneuvering us into his apartment.
I’m guessing it's taking too long because he picks me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carries me to his bedroom, his lips never leaving mine. He breaks the kiss as he sets me down on the bed.
“Are you sure about this? As much as I want you, I would be just as happy holding you while you sleep.” His eyes are dark with need.
I know if I told him I didn’t want to go forward with this, he would stop, without hesitation. He’d do anything I asked him to.
The thought makes me want him more. Fuck, he’s perfect. “Sam, I want you.” It comes out breathy. I clear my throat, trying to remove the lust from my voice. “But will you give me just a moment to use the restroom?”
He runs his hand through his hair and nods at me, stepping away so I can stand. “First door on the right.” He waves behind him absentmindedly.
I make my way down the hallway and stop to look over my shoulder at him sitting on his bed. I close the bathroom door and lean against it.
I just need to calm my nerves for a moment.
I’ve wanted all of Sam for so long, and our teasing and flirting over the last few months have me coming undone.
I’m not sure how long I stand in the bathroom; every time I feel myself calm down, I think of Sam sitting on his bed waiting for me, and I feel coiled like a spring all over again.
I splash cold water on my face as a last-ditch effort before giving up entirely. Patting me face dry with a hand towel hanging on a hook by the door, I step out of the bathroom.
Sam hasn’t moved an inch. His gaze watches my every move as I walk back into his bedroom.
Slowly, I make my way towards him and stop when I’m standing in front of him. I nudge his legs open so I can stand between them.
I run my hands through his hair. Closing his eyes, he groans at my touch. Leaning down, I press my lips to his in a soft and chaste kiss. When I start to pull away, his hands grip my hips.
He stands up, forcing me to take a step back. His eyes are soft and reverent as he takes me in.
In a flash, his gaze turns feral, and he pulls my body to his. I feel his hard length against my stomach, and I can’t wait any longer.
I pull his mouth down to mine and try to devour him through that kiss. My hands rub along his arms, his back, to his chest.
“Sam,” I moan into his mouth. He pulls back and looks at me with a grin that says he knows exactly what he does to me. “I want you.”
In one motion, he spins us around so he’s facing the bed. He gently pushes me until my legs hit the bed, but he doesn’t push me down.
Sam grabs the hem of my shirt before pausing. His eyes meet mine, questioning, asking for permission.
I nod, and he lifts my shirt over my head. Sam moves towards my jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down with ease, leaving me in nothing but my pink lacy bra and matching panties.
Sam’s gaze drop slowly. His eyes are nearly black when they meet mine again.
Reaching behind my back, I unclasp my bra and let it fall to the floor. When I get to my panties, his hands stop mine. He smiles seductively at me, showing that stupid dimple that melts my heart.
“Let me.” He starts to lower my panties, gently guides me to sit down, and kneels before me. Placing his hands on my outer thighs, he trails kisses from my right knee to my thigh and higher.
“Sam, please.” I’m breathless as he tortures me with his mouth.
He shushes me, “Patience, Kitty Kat. I want to memorize every curve of your body.” I want to give him that time, but my body is on fire as his lips trail closer to my core.
Before he gives me what I want, he starts the process over with my left knee, trailing slow kisses up my thigh.
I’m writhing below him as he holds me in place. Once again, he stops right before my apex. I’m about to protest again when he looks up at me. I’m lost in him; my vision hazy with lust.
“You are so beautiful.”
Before I can respond, he pushes my thighs apart, giving him more space. He circles my clit with his thumb; the sensation causes my back to arch. He slowly pushes a finger inside me and pumps in and out a few times, his eyes never leaving my face.
I drop my head back and look towards the ceiling when I feel Sam’s warm mouth on my clit, sucking and swiping his tongue along my sensitive nerves.
“Oh, God. Sam, that—fuck, that feels—” I grab his hair and pull at him gently. I’m already so close, and he’s barely touched me.
Adding another finger, he continues moving in and out of me, his mouth never leaving my clit.
The tension continues to build inside of me with each slide of his fingers, each suck and pass of his tongue. I want more. I want… him.
He curls his fingers inside of me, hitting that perfect spot, “Come for me, Kitty Kat.” Sam’s rough voice is my undoing. I clench around his fingers, screaming his name. He continues moving his fingers inside me, as his mouth and tongue continue working my clit, prolonging my release.
Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of me, raising them to his mouth, and sucks them clean. “You are delicious,” Sam punctuates each word. “I would die a happy man if I could taste you every day.”
Fuck, that’s hot.
“Scoot back and lie down,” he says gently. His eyes are still blazing.
It’s only now that I realize he’s still fully clothed. I shake my head at him. “Let me see you first.” He starts unbuttoning his jeans, and I place a hand over his chest where I think his scars might be. “All of you, Sam. I want to see all of you.”
His expression immediately turns agonized and pained. But slowly, he takes off his shirt, revealing the scar beneath. I make sure to keep my expression schooled before I look at it. I don’t want to give Sam any reason to hide from me.
Sam’s scar is jagged and runs from above his left collarbone, past his pec, before curving down his ribs. I figured it was bad when he said he was in physical therapy for a while, but I never imagined this.
I gently touch where his scar meets his collarbone and look at the jagged edges. He goes rigid at the contact, and tears prick my eyes.
This is Sam, my Sam, and he’s terrified.
“Did I tell you the doctor said I could have lost my arm?” He clears his throat as I shift my gaze to his.
I’m stunned by his words. His eyes search mine, finding whatever answer he needs before continuing, his voice little more than a whisper.
“Even then, I’m lucky to have full function after the accident.
I could have died if I had gotten to the hospital even a few minutes later. ” I return my gaze to his scar.
God, I almost lost him, too.
Getting to my knees, I trail kisses along the length of his scar, starting at his collarbone and stopping only when I reach the opposite end by his ribs.
I lean back and catch him staring at me, wonder, and something else. He leans down and kisses me. His lips are soft and gentle like a caress.
He removes his jeans and boxer briefs. My eyes trail over his body and stop when I meet his rigid length.
Fuck, I’m going to enjoy this.
I can’t stop myself from touching him. Wrapping my hand around his cock I begin to stroke. He sucks air in between his teeth, but too quickly, he grabs my hand and stops my motion.
“I want to be inside you, Kat. Now be a good girl. Scoot back and lie down.” His voice is husky.
I can’t resist him when he sounds like that. I do as he asks and lie down in the middle of the bed. I watch as he rolls on a condom I didn’t realize he had opened.
He crawls up the bed and hovers over me, bracing himself with his arms. He leans down and takes my mouth in his. Kissing me like it could be his last.
I watch as he takes his cock in his hand and lines it up with my entrance. “Are you sure?”
My answer comes immediately as I flash him a seductive grin. “Absolutely.”
He smiles, and slowly, he enters me. He closes his eyes and doesn’t move as I watch him breathe in and out.
“Sam?” Concern laces my tone, and he looks at me, his eyes blinking.
“You feel… amazing. I just, fuck, I need a moment.”
I reach up and run my palm along his cheek, and he starts slowly thrusting inside of me; his pelvic bone hits my clit as he moves.
“You are so wet. Is all of this for me?” He kisses my collarbone.
I nod eagerly, “Yes,” I pant. “All for you.” I run my hands slowly up and down his back, and have to remind myself not to dig my nails in.
I expect Sam to set a hard and fast pace, but I’m not disappointed when he takes his time, slowly moving in and out as I meet him thrust for thrust.
A soft moan slips from him. “God, you feel—”
“I feel what? Tell me how I feel,” I whisper the words as I kiss his collarbone.
“You’re pussy is clenching me so tight. I don’t know how I’ve gone this long without being inside of you.” I feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I take in his words. “You take me so well, Kitty Kat.”
My core continues to tighten, and I dig my nails into his back.
He chuckles lightly. “Eager little thing, aren’t you?”
“Stop teasing me, Sam.” My tone is scolding.
“Never,” he whispers in my ear as his hand explores the curves of my hip, my stomach, until he reaches my breast. His other hand still holds his body up to give me enough room to breathe under him.
He trails kisses along my jawline, nipping at my earlobe before kissing my neck. He takes one nipple into his mouth and begins sucking and gently biting.
My fingers claw into his back again as I feel my body start to tense under the impending orgasm. He speeds his pace, which I match.
“Come for me,” he whispers into my ear as my body tenses. He continues thrusting in and out of me as my climax crests, my pussy clenching around his cock. He kisses me, swallowing my moans.
Once my body starts to come down, Sam lifts my legs, wrapping them around his waist; he grips my hips with both hands as he deepens his thrusts. He continues moving in and out a few more times until he finds his own release, causing me to crest again. He groans as his cock twitches inside of me.
Slowly, he pulls out of me, and I groan at the loss of him. He lies next to me and pulls me into him, wrapping his arms around me. We lay like this, wrapped in each other's arms, catching our breath.
Too soon, Sam gets up and walks into the bathroom, returning with a warm, wet cloth. His gentleness as he cleans me up, placing soft kisses on the inside of my thighs, causes my core to heat again.