CHAPTER 10
Sampson
She’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever put into my mouth. I can’t get enough of her taste. It makes me so hard, I’m like a steel bomb that’s about to detonate, but I try to ignore the aching need while I enjoy my meal.
What a body. She’s got curves and curves, all meant to be stroked, and skin so soft it’s like the velvet spread in my Red Room.
Her cries of delight, her moans and mewls, tighten my balls into hard nuts.
The urge to ram myself into her tight sheath is nearly overwhelming.
I have to curl my fingers into fists after she comes again to stop myself from moving too quickly.
Slow. Steady. She’s ready.
Keeping my eyes on hers, I lift her hips onto my thighs so I can angle my dick into position. She’s all pink and glistening, and I’m tempted to bring her to orgasm again, but I don’t think I can manage it before I come.
Come.
“Do I need a condom?” I grind out the words, though I don’t know how. I don’t even know why I ask. With every other woman I’d already be cloaked, but with her…
She shakes her head, eyes wild. “Birth control. No STDs.”
A huge wave of relief works its way through me. Good. If I had to take the time to search for a rubber now, I’d probably come in my hand. “Me, too. Same—er.” But I can’t explain further than that, because my eyes are crossing with need.
I press the tip of my dick against her opening. She’s tight. In other circumstances, I would have loosened her first, but I can’t bear to take the time. The desire to be inside her, to join her, is too overwhelming.
But still, I force myself to wait a few seconds, holding her gaze, just to make sure. When she bites her lower lip and nods, I press into her.
Tight. Soft. Slippery. I’m caught and held in a web of delight no guy can explain. The need to conquer rears, the need to subjugate as strong as the lust for her flesh that’s flaming through my very bones.
The need is new, unexpected, and somehow reverent.
Nina gasps and mewls, but as she clenches around my tip, I’m drawn in further.
Slow. Achingly slow. Firecracker slow, inch by careful inch, as she begins to shake. I’m not as wide as I am long, but I’m wide enough to be painful if she’s not ready.
“Easy, Jelly Bean.” My voice rasps. “You can take me. Relax. Just relax. You’re made to stretch for me.”
“Sampson!”
“Sshh. I’m right here. I’ve got you.” I pull back a small degree before pushing forward to the same level, maybe a little deeper.
Sweat pops up on my brow as I strain with the effort of restraint.
Just small motions, hip rolls, really, until her eyes stop squinting and I feel her begin to relax around me.
The worst part—I’m right there at the narrow band of her cervix. Pushing through it is going to be tough. She’s wet, she’s ready, but not ready enough.
“Just do it,” she whispers, reading my mind—or maybe my face or hesitation.
For the first time in my life, I give in and let my body takes over.
I push through, deep into her, so deep, I’m held inside her like another piece of her soul.
My mouth covers hers as she cries out. Lifting her into my arms as I sit on my heels, so she’s impaled on me, I move my lips down over her nipples, playing with them, distracting her while her body becomes accustomed.
“You’re so beautiful, so perfect, such a good girl, so right, so amazing, you’re like a gift, a beautiful, perfect gift.” I keep mumbling the words as my hands caress and my mouth sucks and licks, my dick gone beyond the point that’s bearable.
But I’m not going to make this anything but perfect for her. I’m not.
I settle into a Zen state, the pain in my body from not coming radiating like a buzzsaw. Slowly, the eternity of stillness I suffer gives way as she relaxes around me. I lift my mouth from her skin to look into her eyes as she begins to squirm on me.
Grasping her in my arms, I lift her to the tip of my dick and help her descend back to the base. She’s loose in my grasp, all of her focused upon clenching around the invasion. Once, twice… and on the third try, I find the little patch of skin on my way into her. Four thrusts. Five.
She’s panting with her need. Her hands clasp my arms, sounds of desire spilling from her lips. Her head’s thrown back, her body taut.
Six. And as I graze over the rough patch, she cries out and comes apart, shaking so hard, her teeth chatter together.
I can’t hold it anymore. Fire races through my blood and bones and exits in an explosion of seed that comes and comes—and leaves me weak when it’s passed.