Chapter 7 #2
Gathering on all fours, he attempted to tuck himself in and crawl across the floor. I pulled my fingers from my dripping pussy with a long, drawn-out moan.
“I didn’t say to put your cock away. Keep stroking yourself like a good boy.”
Whimpering, his large hand found his waistband and tugged his sweats down in haste, releasing his length from the confines of his pants. His hand immediately wrapped around his shaft and started to pump up and down faster than before. I could tell he needed relief, and I intended to give it to him.
I used my slick fingers to beckon him closer, and, when he was inches from my face, I slid two of them past his lips.
“How do I taste?”
The seal of approval was his moan as he eagerly sucked the juices from my fingers.
“Do you want to taste more?”
“Please, I need more,” he begged. Hearing him begging for me threatened to drive me over the edge.
“Lie down. I want to ride your face.”
Eagerly, he did as I asked, allowing me to straddle his face while I used the counter as leverage to steady myself.
A tingle ran down my spine and caused me to shudder as I felt his breath in wisps under me so intimately.
A sensation I couldn't quite pinpoint ran through my veins like fire, and I needed it to fizzle out.
Nervousness.
The mess was all but forgotten when his tongue flattened against my core, dipping it between my lips.
I gasped each time the tip of his nose grazed against my clit.
I couldn't help the pleasure building within me as my hips moved in time with his mouth.
Wetness dripped from me to coat his face, and the rough stubble tickled the sensitive area between my thighs. We both knew I was unraveling.
“I don’t want to s–suf–suffocate you, Sam.”
Shifting slightly, I moved one of my legs to both give him better access and better support my weight. My moans grew louder every time he switched between licking, sucking, and flicking my clit with his tongue.
A sharp slap filled the air, and I cried out from the sudden sting.
“Fucking suffocate me, woman. I want it all.”
With a hand flat against the ledge, I moved the other into his hair and pushed his face further into me, listening and purring at the sounds he made while trying to breathe.
I wanted to see how well he could follow slight movements and commands, so I left the rest up to him and enjoyed the ride.
I almost forgot that I was the one in charge.
My back arched as his hand left his cock, his pleasure all but forgotten, using them to slide up my thighs and cup my ass to pull me back to him.
I was utterly trapped between his hold on me and his mouth.
If he pressed his face any further into my pussy, it would suffocate him, and I didn’t quite feel like catching a charge for that.
The heat began to build, coiling within me at his intensity, and I needed him to stop before my body released.
“Sam….shit…S-t-topp. I’m going to come,” I stuttered.
He didn’t seem to hear me. He was in a different place, devouring me like a starved man.
My body shook, and I screamed out my orgasm, letting the waves crash over me until I was a quivering mess over him.
He was far from done, and a whimper left me as my hips involuntarily moved over his face, already building another.
His mouth closed over me, tongue darting inside and sucking at my juices like a vacuum. I collapsed against the counter, dazed, a giggle leaving my lips after each heaving breath.
After a few moments, I rose, lifting myself off his face, immediately bending down, taking his face in my hands. Sam’s eyes were glazed over in lust, and it took him a moment to focus on me. My tongue traced along his bottom lip, tasting myself, and I smiled.
“Damn, I do taste good,” I said, and motioned to the chocolate batter all over the counter and floor. “Clean up your mess while I go shower, and I guess I can forgive you.”
He kissed me again, breaking it fast to nibble at my lip. “You'd better keep that shower warm for me.”
He wouldn’t have to tell me twice.
I always loved the master bathroom. The floors were a black and gold tile that sent warmth to my feet.
A double sink with everything someone would need.
I continued my task, turning on the water when the smell of pine infiltrated my nostrils.
My brain misfired, redirecting my body to face the direction of the scent.
Sam looked disheveled, chocolate dried along his chest, and I laughed as I curled my fingers around his to lead him into the shower.
The water fell over our bodies from the overhead rain showerheads, caressing me the way Sam had, and I felt a tug at my heartstrings.
I had him the way I’d craved him for years, here in the flesh.
His chest against my back, breathing in and exhaling all the sadness and anger as his hands worked the soap into my hair.
This moment right here was the safest I had felt in so long.
His fingers skimmed softly through each strand, making sure the knots and chocolate were out. I hummed in satisfaction.
Before he could start in on the condition, I spun around, breasts pushed into his midsection as I faced him.
The water clung to his lashes, dripping down his abdomen, where my eyes caught sight of the tattoos, names.
Five of them, to be exact, had been inked across his ribcage.
I opened my mouth to speak, but he shook his head, his way of letting me know he would tell me… in his own time.
Sam stared at me, my hand still glued to his abdomen.
“If I stay all weekend, I am not going to be able to contain myself, Lu. I know you may need time, but I need you like a flower needs sunlight.”
He wrapped a hand around my wrist and brought it to his chest, right over his heart. “You kept me alive over there. Whether you love or hate me…There was never a day that went by that I didn’t look at your picture, and wait for the day that I could come home for good.”
“You hurt me,” I whispered, eyeing the tags around his neck. “You left me. What if you hadn’t come home? Then we wouldn’t have been able to say what we needed to.”
“And what is it that you think we need to say?”
Sam pulled me into his embrace, threading his fingers into my hair, and grabbed it softly at the root to tip my head back. His nose ran across my neck, inhaling the scent of the candy apple body wash, and placed a small kiss on my shoulder.
“Give me the weekend. Right now, it seems you need a rebound, and I’m right here. No strings. Then, when we get back home, we can see where things go.”
My hand shook as I brought it to his cheek, running my thumb along the wet skin, but I wasn’t looking at him. My eyes were trained on the droplets that rained over us.
“Make me yours, then. Fuck me right in this shower, right now.”
“No. When I fuck you, I am going to make sure you feel every inch as I stretch you out, and that can’t be achieved if I’m worried about slipping and breaking my dick.”
He released me, tightening his jaw. I would do exactly what Sam requested, but I couldn’t promise my feelings wouldn't get in the way. These arrangements weren’t realistic. All I knew was I wanted to live in this bubble, just him and me.
This deal would be a painful reminder of what we could’ve had. Even if it fizzled out, it wouldn’t hurt to have some fun while getting over the person I refuse to name.
After our shower, we found the towels sitting neatly inside the warming unit. Sam popped it open, grabbed one, and wrapped it around my shoulders. “I was thinking we could have a fire tonight.”
“Maybe cook over it?” I blurted out. “Please? We can use the Christmas pancake pans and cookie cutters.”
He was already hard again, and I laughed, teasingly pushing against his erection as we walked out of the bathroom,
A smirk formed over his face, and I wondered what he was thinking.
His eyes wandered to my open suitcase, and my mouth gaped, “Sam, you didn’t.”
He turned to me with an audible exhale. “Make me a list, you naughty little elf, and Santa will try to bring you a Christmas wish.”