Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Sam
S till in a stupor from my orgasm, I make my way over to the bed and crawl to the center. I turn and lean back against the headboard, knees bent in front of me. Naomi is busy in her walk-in closet, but I can’t see what she’s doing in there.
I don't have to wait long.
She appears wearing nothing but a lacy pink thong, her soft curves and ample breasts sashaying over to the foot of the bed. She holds up both hands, and I look at them in turn, examining the toys she’s brought with her.
“Big,” she says, holding up a long, hot pink dildo with another smaller attachment coming off the side. “Or small.” This time she holds up a small, matte black oval with no defining features that I can see from here.
The small device looks like it would block less of her body, so I choose that one. “Small.”
She tosses the large pink toy aside and climbs onto the foot of the bed where she sits on her heels. “Now, I know I said I wouldn’t take my pants off, but I kinda had to for this to work. Do you think you’re going to be able to contain yourself up there?”
I shake my head honestly. I’m barely containing myself now and the show hasn’t even started.
“Do you need me to tie you up?”
My mouth opens as a surprised breath escapes audibly. “No. No, I can control myself.”
Naomi laughs. “We’ll see about that.”
Standing there, out of reach, she slowly slips the pink panties down her thick, creamy thighs. I can't take my eyes off the way her breasts squeeze together as she bends over fully to get the garment over her feet.
I want to crawl into that cavern and live peacefully for the rest of my days.
Her perky breasts continue to taunt me as she crawls up onto the bed, perching just out of reach with her knees spread wide.
“I don’t think this is going to be a long show, to be honest. I am so riled up right now.”
My cock lifts between my legs and I glance down at it, marveling at its half hard state so soon after coming into this enchanting woman’s eager mouth.
“I guess I’ll have to pay close attention then,” I manage.
“You really are something, you know that?”
I shrug, not taking my eyes off the way her thighs come together at the peak. The way her soft stomach rounds out the triangle. I want nothing more than to open her up. To see what she’s hiding in there.
But that’s not my job right now.
I’m just here to watch.
I bite my lip. “You’re something.”
Naomi laughs, capturing the tiny toy in her hand and clicking it on. I can hear the soft buzz. “This is certainly something.”
She spreads herself a bit further, and I get a peek at the pink center of her.
The wetness has me salivating.
When she touches the buzzing toy down between her legs, my eyes shoot to her face, and I watch her transform. All her features soften as her eyes hood. The tip of her tongue darts out and is captured between her teeth.
I freeze, my muscles locked tight. Every cell in my body focuses on the action happening just a foot away.
“Do you want to know what I’m thinking about?” she asks, voice husky and low.
I nod again, stupidly, even though the correct answer is probably no. I shouldn’t want to know what she’s thinking about, because I have a suspicion that it will test my self-control even more.
“I’m thinking about you looking down at me while I sucked your cock. You looked so in charge, like I was your little slave. I pretended I was, you know. Your slave.”
Fuck. She’s doing this on purpose, and it’s working.
“I loved it when you made me beg. I would have made you beg if you wanted, and that would have been fun too. But when you ordered me around…” She digs her hand deeper between her legs and I strain to get a better look from my position against the headboard.
“Do you want to see?” she asks, and the look on her face tells me she knows damn well what the answer is.
“I want to see so bad.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Turn around and get on all fours.”
Naomi tosses me a wicked smile before she obeys. Once she’s got her ass facing me, knees spread, she reaches back up between her legs with the little toy.
“Like this?”
I can see everything now. The full spread of her slit in shades of pink, purple, and cream. Her wet opening, where she dips her fingers and the toy before heading back up to her clit and moaning. The full, delicious view of her ass, round and supple, and so very grabbable.
Bitable.
Smackable.
“Just like that,” I tell her, the words coming out a bit hoarse.
“I love it when you’re watching me like this. I’m going to come so fast. Do you want to see me come?”
The answer is fuck yes…but not like this.
I can watch her come over and over in my memories for the next fifty years of my life.
Right now, I have the opportunity, the invitation, to do more.
And I’m going to accept it.
Naomi squeals in delight and surprise when I land both hands on her ass.
I slide my hands up and over the soft, roundness of her ass and grip her hips, pulling her body up to mine. “You’re driving me fucking crazy, princess.”
Naomi laughs. “I’m doing it on purpose.”
I have to smile as I toss her onto her back on the bed. “I know you are. And do you know what’s coming now?”
She shakes her head with a grin, biting her lip. “I don’t have a clue what’s coming next with you, Sammy. But whatever it is, I'm ready for it.”
I position myself between her wide knees and capture the little toy from where it fell at the foot of the bed. It’s still buzzing and the velocity of the machine surprises me once it's in my hand. “Strong little guy, huh?”
Naomi laughs. “You gonna use it on me, or what?”
I look down at her, spread and practically begging for her orgasm. “Where do you like it?”
Reaching one, long pink-fingernailed hand down, she spreads her lips open to reveal the glorious cavern of her labia and clit. I bite my own lip to keep from diving headfirst.
“Up and around the sides of here.” She shows me with her fingers, and I lean down to follow her movements with one of the narrow ends of the buzzing toy. She gasps when it makes contact, and the sound goes straight to my dick.
“And you can slide down here.”
I follow her fingers as they graze down her slit toward her opening.
“And inside.”
Her fingers move out of the way and allow mine to dive deep. I press the vibrator as deep as I can with my finger and watch it slide back out. I press it in again, holding it there with my finger inside her body as I glance up at her face. She’s watching my hand, but her gaze shifts to mine when she feels me looking at her.
The complete unashamed, unabashed pleasure is something I never want to end.
“That feels so good, Sammy. Give me a little more clit, and I’m going to come.”
When the vibrator slides back out, I let it drop to the bed beside her hip and drive just my fingers back inside. Naomi moans and I swear to god my cock leaks a little.
It’s too much. We’re too close. But I can’t stop.
I send in another finger and she responds. I add another and fuck her with them, building speed as I chase her wetness in and out.
“Clit, Sammy, please.”
Well, she did ask nicely.
I lower my face while continuing to fuck her hard and fast with three fingers. When I suck her clit into my mouth and hold it there, giving it little flicks back and forth with the tip of my tongue, Naomi screams and then goes silent, her whole body clenched as her breath catches. She spasms, and I work her through it, my fingers massaging the soft walls of her body as I try to keep a hold of her clit with my lips.
“Oh my god,” she manages to get out.
And I have to agree. There is something completely holy about this moment.
“Sammy,” Naomi whimpers as her body stills.
I’ve never had a nickname before, and I already know I'm going to be hearing her voice say that word in her sex-sated whimper for years to come.
Sammy.
I sit up and look at her laid out on the bed before me, panting and smiling. My hand is still inside her body, the taste of her on my lips.
I’m not ready to stop, not ready to let go of this moment, so I pump my fingers a bit more, reveling in the velvety feel of her. Her wetness comes down my fingers like a slide as I work them in and out.
Without even thinking, I pull my hand out and replace it with my other, using the hand that’s drenched with her orgasm to grab my now very hard dick.
Her orgasm lubes up my skin, and I bite my lip against the searing pleasure of touching myself with her wetness.
I switch hands again, bringing my newly wet fingers up and around my tip as I plunge the others back inside her. Again and again I sink into her depths and carry her sweetness over to rub on my tip, my shaft, and down to my balls. I’m drenched in her and pumping myself harder as I pump into her with my other hand.
The pleasure is overtaking me, and I’m leaning forward, trying to fight the urge to close my eyes. The last thing I want to do is miss a second of this.
“Sam,” Naomi says, not a whisper now. Not a nickname.
Her tone snaps me back to reality. I catch the uncertain look on her face and my eyes shoot back to my dick, which is gripped in my hand with my tip hovering less than an inch from her wet opening.
I jump up, dropping my dick to catch the bed with both hands and steady myself as my feet land on the carpeting. I’m backing away quickly, shaking my head, until I run smack into the wall. I lean on it, the solid, reassuring presence allowing me to take a breath.
“I’m sorry. I got carried away.”
“It’s okay.” Naomi is back up on her knees, both hands raised, trying to calm me like a scared animal.
That’s about how I feel right now. I can't believe how close I just came to sticking my dick right inside her. Without a condom, no less.
I have lost my mind.
“Hey, hey, hey.”
I can hear in her voice that she can tell I’m freaking out and is doing her best to de-escalate the situation. De-escalation is usually my job, so I take pity on her, lowering my hands from the protective stance I find myself in and shaking my head.
“I’m okay. I…I just…”
She reaches over the side of the bed and comes back with a tiny pair of pink shorts. I watch as she pulls them on, saying a silent farewell to all her lovely lady parts.
“There. No more worries, okay. Why don't you grab your shorts? ”
I tear my eyes away from the breasts that she has not put away yet and spot my own black boxer briefs tossed carelessly on the floor across the room. I walk over and pull them on. My heart rate starts to mellow out. I can finally breathe and think clearly.
I know I just made a complete ass of myself in front of this confident, vivacious woman. I don’t know how flushed my face is, but I'm willing to bet it’s nearing fire-engine red.
“Come over here,” Naomi says.
I glance up and find her chest still bare. My gaze shoots toward the safety of the door. “I should go.”
“Come here, Sam.”
I walk over until I’m standing with my knees pressed against the side of the bed, arms dangling at my sides.
“It’s okay to have boundaries, you know. You’ve made yours very clear and I respect that.” She pats the bed next to her, and I consider sitting down but hesitate. I don't know if I can be trusted after that last bout of madness.
Naomi reads my mind. “Even if you change your mind tonight, I’m not going to.” She snaps the waistband of her shorts. “Shorts on. Pussy closed for business. Okay?”
With a smile and a sigh, I sink down next to her. “You may need to put a shirt on as well.”
“I’ll put mine on if you promise to keep yours off,” is her sassy answer.
She reaches for a tank from the floor beside the bed and pulls it on. Then she drags both hands across my still bare chest.
Her touch feels so damn good. This whole night has felt so good. And all I’ve done the whole time is fight against it. “Sorry I’m acting so crazy. It's not you, believe me.”
“Don’t be sorry. This was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. And I get it. I don't have a band of brothers like you do, but I watched you guys growing up and I understand you have complicated relationships. Whatever’s going on in your mind, whatever story you're telling yourself about who I am and how this could end up going badly for you, just know that it won’t be because I told anyone. Okay? That will never happen.”
I nod and offer her a tight-lipped smile. “In another world, I think the two of us would’ve gotten along very well.”
“We’re getting along well in this world, Sammy.”
I close my eyes as the nickname hits me right in the chest. “Well, another life then.”
Naomi says nothing and I open my eyes to find her watching me with a look I can’t quite place—and reading people is my job.
“Lay with me for a few minutes?” She scoots back and stretches out with her head on one of the many pillows on her colorful, fluffy bed.
“Just for a few minutes,” I say, mostly to myself as I collapse beside her.
She winds her legs into mine and pulls me close. Our arms wrap and tangle until we’re a tight knot of limbs and bodies, snuggled together in the center of the bed.
I close my eyes and lose myself in the feeling of being so close to another person. Trading orgasms is one thing, but snuggling? Wrapping tightly in the body of another person and just breathing together? That's quite another.
“It would be warmer under the covers…”
I suck in a panicked breath. “No, I can’t really stay that long.”
This woman is off-limits. Completely forbidden. I’m not staying the night in her bed.
She reaches behind herself and pulls a large, fuzzy throw over us. I sink into the warmth of the blanket and her body once more. When I feel one of her hands snake up between us and capture my hand, threading her fingers between mine, it's all over for me.
Consequences be damned, there’s no way I can get up now and walk away from this feeling. It's not even the ghost of pleasure still radiating out from my dick, seeping into every cell of my body. It’s deeper than that.
Comfort, closeness.
Things I’ve been craving for so long.
I lose myself in the moment, allowing myself to pretend. It’s all very dangerous, but that danger isn’t here in the bed with us. It’s just like Naomi said. She won’t tell. I’m safe here.
The only threat is inside my own mind.
I’ll just stay another few minutes.