Samantha
SAMANTHA
“ I want you," I say, breathless. I’m panting between kisses, and he nods, lifting me onto the rock so I’m out of the water. He spreads my legs before stepping between them and rubbing the head of his cock against my center. My head tilts back, and a moan escapes at the feeling of him between my legs. My eyes are closed as he kisses me, his tongue sliding in my mouth. I feel his hand on my clit, then two fingers sliding into me and curling up, making the burning desire I already feel more intense. I move my hips into his hand, feeling the rough edges of the rock against my ass as I move.
“First things first." His husky voice in my ear makes me shutter. “There’s no turning back after this.”
“I know," I pant out between breaths, my voice desperate. I don’t care what happens after this or about what will happen when we get back to Florida. All I can think about is how much I want him.
“If you like when I do something, tell me. If you don’t like it, tell me to stop.” His fingers move faster. I’m close to the edge. So fucking close. My hips are moving frantically with his fingers, my teeth clench, and my eyes squeeze shut as I feel the pressure building higher and higher. I'm going to come for him.
“If you want me to do something again," he says, and his movements halt. It’s almost unbearable. I was so close! I open my eyes and look at him.
He smirks at me, his fingers still deep inside of me.“Beg.”
“Chandler," I breathe out. I try to say it like a warning, but it comes out as a needy cry.
“Yes?” He smirks at me, curling his fingers, and I groan.
“Keep going," I demand.
He lets out a laugh, his fingers moving at an agonizingly slow pace. “You want me to keep fucking you with my fingers?”
“Fuck you," I bite out between my teeth.
“You want me to fuck you with my cock?”
“Fuck, Chandler, please," I plead, and I can hardly believe I’m giving in.
“Please, what?” He whispers teasingly. “What do you want, Sam?”
“I want," I gasp when he pumps his fingers faster. “That.”
“This?” He pumps his fingers three more times, and I bite my lip. “This?” He rubs the head of his cock against my clit.
“Fuck! Please, Chandler," I beg.
I never thought I’d beg for sex. I’ve been desperate for months, but even then, I’ve never begged to be fucked by someone before. I’ve also never felt this level of want and heat with anyone before.
He spreads my legs wider, and I whimper when I feel the heat of him at my opening. He places his hand on my cheek, and I feel his breath on my lips when he says. “Look at me, Sam.”
I do. My heart flutters, all of the blood rushing to my ears. I’m nothing but a puddle of desire for him. It’s been building for a while now. Every argument, every glance, every sly smile, leading up to this moment. Though this isn’t exactly how I imagined it would go, I’m too far gone to care.
He pushes into me, and I tilt my head back, sucking in a breath as he goes deeper and deeper, filling me with his cock.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Sam.” His voice is husky, low, and breathy; I want to hear more. I need to hear more.
“God, this feels so good," I moan. He pulls out and thrusts back in; the sound of the water moving when he thrusts back into me makes everything around me feel more erotic.
“Fuck, Sam," he moans. “Fuck.”
I wrap my legs around him tighter, and he quickens his pace. His teeth scrape over my pulse, and my breath stops in my throat, releasing a breathy moan.
“God, yes," I breathe out.
I feel his breath on my ear. “You want more?”
“Yes.”
He slows his pace, and I curse under my breath. I move my hips, trying to create friction, but he holds my hips still and lets out a labored laugh. “So needy, aren’t you?”
He pulls back and slams into me. Hard. My eyes squeeze shut, and I can hear the sound of splashing water and our frantic panting, both of us trying to get to the edge but not wanting it to end so soon.
“Is this what you’ve been wanting from me, Sam? You want me to fuck you like this?” He grits out, slamming into me harder
“Fuck yes," I say, almost delirious with pleasure.
“Is this what you think about when you watch your dirty videos at work when I’m not around? Hmm?”
He rubs my clit, and I’m so far gone when I answer. “Yes.”
“I know you do.” He bites and licks my neck. “Just like I know you’ve been wanting this as much as me.”
His warm skin under my touch, coupled with the feeling of cool water pooling around me on the rock, sends waves of pleasure through me. I grip his shoulders tightly, and he wraps his arms around me. He goes deeper, and I clench around him, the pressure building in my core.
“Chandler," I cry out. My voice is frantic and desperate as I crescendo and fall. Waves of pleasure wash over me one after the other. I feel dizzy from the pleasure, from feeling him on me, in me.
“I know, Sam. Let go," he murmurs between breaths. And I do. My legs tighten around his waist, and I shiver from his breath in my ear. My eyes are closed, and I see a kaleidoscope of colors as I let go, letting out a loud moan as I come on his cock.
“Fuck," he grunts and slams into me a few more times before pulling out, and his hot come spurts on my stomach and my thighs. I’ve never felt so dirty and so satisfied at the same time.
“Fuck, Sam.”
“I know.”
We’re both still breathing heavily, flushed and sated. He looks at me and moves a piece of hair from my face, and my skin heats again where his touch lingers. I give myself a moment to catch my breath, basking in the afterglow of pleasure. I've never felt anything like that before. The pleasure of having him on me, inside of me, was so intense that I felt like I was made of it.
After a moment, I say, “You know, I’m on birth control, right?”
He gives me a sexy smirk.
“I’ll have to remember that for next time.”
This time, I don’t mind the flipping in my stomach at the thought of there being a next time.