Chapter 19
SAM
I got us both up on our feet, calculating the fastest way to get downstairs. I found a good solution just as I turned off the propane and the fire died out. I put an arm under her knees and lifted her up. She smiled against my mouth as I carried her down the stairs.
Once we were inside the loft, I took off her beanie, jacket, and sweater. She took care of her boots.
“Wait a second,” she murmured, stepping back in the dark. She reached under her skirt. I was about to ask what she was doing when she started yanking down her tights. Oh yeah. Easier access. I approved. Good thing she took care of those by herself; I probably would’ve ripped them apart.
Last time we were together, we'd been desperate for each other. There was desperation now, too, but it was different. That night, I knew I’d only have her for a limited time. But right now, I could take my time with her to make her come six ways from Sunday.
"I'm going to take off all your clothes slowly," I said.
"And then?" she asked, breathless.
"And then we'll see." I grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it over her head. She was wearing a bra that seemed to be the color of her skin. It was barely covering her nipples.
I took it off quickly. She was so damn gorgeous, her breasts peeking up at me.
I licked my lips, putting one knee on the couch and bending so I was level with her right breast. I grabbed her ass beneath her skirt, pulling her closer to me while I wrapped my mouth around her nipple.
I felt her body surge. She pressed her stomach into me.
"Oh, Sam."
Knowing I didn't have to hurry up to get my fill of her intensified every sensation.
When I moved to the other breast, she wrapped her hand in my hair, tugging.
My girl was getting wild. She needed me, but I was in no rush.
I kissed down between her breasts to her navel as I yanked down her skirt.
Then I rose, taking a good look at her panties.
They were white and insanely sexy against her tan skin.
"Spread your legs wider," I said.
Her pussy was right in front of me. I rubbed my thumb over her panties from her clit down to her entrance, the fabric turning damp at my touch. Then I pulled it to one side, and before she realized what I was about to do, I leaned forward, licking her.
"Oh my God." Her voice shook. She clamped her hands on my shoulders, trembling.
I patted the couch right next to my thigh, "Put your right foot here."
She exhaled sharply, lifting a leg, just as I told her to. I was too greedy for her to take off her panties, so I just kept them to one side and covered her clit with my lips.
"Oh, Sam, Sam," she chanted, rocking her hips back and forth as I moved away from her clit, pressing the flat of my tongue against her heated flesh.
"You taste so good, babe." I slid a finger inside her, making a come-here motion, and she gasped, rolling forward. The leg she stood on bent.
I showed her no mercy. I nipped and licked at her clit, then alternated, pushing my finger inside. With the strokes of my tongue, I brought her closer to the edge.
"Sam. Please, Sam. Oh."
I took my mouth away from her just a fraction of an inch, but I spoke so that each word, each breath landed on her sensitive flesh.
"Do you want me to let you come?"
"Yes, please."
I was going to make her come once before I sank inside her.
I clamped my lips again around her clit and sucked it into my mouth.
She came undone the next second, and did so beautifully.
The pleasure seemed to overwhelm her whole body, her back arching as her hips pushed forward.
She took away the leg she’d put on the couch and then pressed her thighs together.
She hunched her back and straightened up again.
"Oh my God," she murmured.
I instantly rose to my feet, putting both hands on her arms.
"Are you okay?"
"Hmmmm. Satisfied." Her eyes were closed. She was humming to herself. "Oh God, this was so unexpected and fast, and so damn good." She opened her eyes.
"And I'm not nearly done."
"I'm not sure if that's a promise or a warning."
"Both."
"Where do you want me?" she asked.
"Right here. At least for the first round."
Her eyes widened. "You have more plans?"
"Yes."
Taking a step back, she checked me out from head to toe before coming closer. She yanked at my shirt, pulling it over my head, and then she moved to my jeans, undoing the button and pulling them down. "You’re ready for me."
"I've been ready since I got you naked, babe."
"You have excellent self-restraint." She wrapped her hand around my cock, squeezing it once, then took her hand away. “I just want you inside me."
"Not so fast," I murmured. "You're mine.
I intend to enjoy it." I kissed her collarbone, speaking against her skin.
"You're mine to explore, and not just tonight.
" I pushed her to sit on the couch and then raised her legs horizontally so she was on her back.
I hooked my elbow under her ankles, lifting them, and kissed down her leg, dipping my tongue behind her knee.
She rolled her hips back and forth, her telltale sign that this was a sweet spot for her.
I kissed back up until I reached her ankle, then moved to the other leg.
She was getting desperate again. I knew it by the way she tugged at the leather couch with her fingers.
Then she grabbed both her breasts. I was going to remember the sight of her, driven to touch herself by sheer desperation, for as long as I lived.
I couldn't keep this up for much longer. I wanted to feel her flesh around me. Kissing up her torso, I moved to her arm, nipping it lightly.
I traced the side of her body with my fingers. I was so damn turned on that I was going to lose my mind soon, yet I hadn't had enough of her, not nearly enough. I explored her belly, alternating between a kiss and a bite before moving down her legs again.
"Oh, Sam."
I knew she needed more than this, a bit of relief. So while I kissed back up, I pressed my fingers around her, straight onto her clit.
"Sam." She was grinding against the backrest. "Oh God, Sam, I'm going to—”
"I know you are, babe, but when you come, I’ll be inside you."
I kept moving my hand, feeling her entire body tighten up.
I could tell she was getting closer by the way her breath hitched on every inhale and how she begged, saying my name over and over.
When she was just at the edge, I slid inside her.
I was so turned on that I couldn't do it inch by inch, but she was so wet that it didn't matter.
She let out a loud, animalistic groan when I was fully seated.
She hadn't come, not yet, but I knew she wasn't too far off. I didn't want to crush her. I sustained my weight by digging my knees into the couch and pushing a forearm against the backrest.
"Oh God, Sam." Her face was flushed.
"You're so damn beautiful," I said.
I started moving faster, thrusting harder, until I felt her spasm around me.
Her orgasm was building up again, and she was pulling me with her.
Feeling her flesh-on-flesh was out of this world.
She was nearing the edge. This was torture for her.
Her face was scrunched up with both pleasure and torment.
"Please… please," she murmured.
"I'm going to make you come, babe. Don't worry."
I only had to press my fingers lightly on her pussy for her to explode. She tightened around me so damn fast that my vision turned black for a few seconds. My mind spun. I shut my eyes tightly, thrusting even harder.
As she came back to her senses, I lost all of mine.
A grunt tore from my chest. I felt it in my entire rib cage.
My climax radiated in every corner of my body, completely taking me over.
I lowered myself until my front was covering her chest, but because I slid slightly to one side, I wasn't crushing her.
"You’re glorious," I said.
Her hair was sticking to her face. She tried with one hand to push it away but somehow only seemed to make more of a mess of it.
I kissed her shoulder lazily.
"Don't kiss me. I'm sweaty," she said.
"I like the taste of you. It's salty."
"You more than kept your promise," she murmured, "and now I think I'm going to fall asleep right here. How did I get so tired?"
"I'll carry you to bed."
She opened her eyes wide. "Really? Wow, that gave me a boost of energy. You can still carry me, though, after what we just did?"
I jumped off the couch and helped her up. I put an arm at the back of her knees and the other around her lower back, then lifted her effortlessly.
"I like this," she said, bouncing her feet, rubbing them against each other. I went up the staircase leading to the bedrooms.
"Wrong room," she murmured when I stepped inside my bedroom.
"No, that's the right one. You're staying with me every night from now on."
"Okay."
She sounded vulnerable. I knew exactly how she felt. This thing between us was changing rapidly, and we hadn't even managed to work through all our history, let alone contemplate the future.
"I want to take a shower, actually," she said. “Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.”
“No problem. Let’s go together.”
She bit her lip, looking up at me.
"Don't tell me you want me to shower alone."
"I don't know. This is new. I don't know how to do this."
"Babe, just tell me what you feel comfortable with, and I'll do that. Although, if we do shower together, I can share some more of my skills." I winked.
"You do make a convincing argument. Besides, I could use you to thoroughly wash my back."
I threw my head back, laughing. "I’d be happy to be your shower boy."
"That sounds dirty."
"I didn't mean it like that, but we can make it as dirty as you want."
Giggling, she ran back down the stairs and into the bathroom. She looked at me over her shoulder as she stepped into the shower and turned on the water.
"I thought the whole point of this was to clean up, not get even dirtier."
"That's debatable," I replied.
As promised, I helped her scrub her back, although I didn't keep my hands only to that area. Not by a long shot. I made sure she was thoroughly clean everywhere.
"Hell yeah. This is the life," Avery muttered.
Once we washed away the soap, I turned off the water.
"I like seeing you like this," I said. "Relaxed in the shower after you've just used my shampoo. You smell like me. I don’t want this to stop."
I noticed her swallowing hard. Her eyes were vulnerable.
My whole body seemed to freeze in the time it took her to look from her hands up to me. “I don't want this to stop either, but what if we don't work out again?”
I wrapped my hand in her wet hair, looking her straight in the eyes.
"Avery, we're not the same people we were back then. We're not kids anymore. This is different. We're adults. We’re independent. We can make our own choices. We can choose each other."
"Alana will be happy to know that you really do say all the right things all the time."
I laughed, letting go, and we both stepped out. "Alana knows a lot of stuff about us, huh?"
"I need to run what's happening in my life by someone. I've missed having a best friend who knows me inside out."
"As long as Alana is in my corner, I'm all for it."
She wrapped a huge towel around herself. It swallowed her whole. "I can get you a smaller one," I said.
"Oh no, I like this. It's super cozy. It's almost like having on a robe. So, back to Alana," she said as she grabbed another towel and dried her hair with it. "What would you do if she wasn’t on your side?"
"Win her over," I said instantly.
"You say that like you'd have no trouble doing it."
I winked at her. "I have good skills when it comes to making people like me."
"Does that mean you would ply her with food as well?"
I leaned into her. "No, Avery. That was just for you. I don't do that for anyone else."
She licked her lips, flashing me a smile. It was unrestrained, innocent, and simply happy, and I’d put it there.
Mission accomplished.