6. Chapter 6
As we stare into each other’s eyes, I’m lost in his sparkling brown irises. Until he leans close and whispers, “I see you, Brynn.”
A delicious shiver runs up my spine, breaking the spell.
“Are you cold?”
I shake my head, my brow furrowing as I realize that’s actually true. I look toward the air-conditioner. “No, I’m not. Why am I not cold?”
I turn back around to find a softness in Sam’s features. “I shut off the a/c when I came in earlier. I wanted you to be comfortable if you came back in here.”
How utterly adorable. Such a sweet thing for someone to do. Let alone someone I’ve known less than a day. Before I can think too hard about it, I throw my arms around his neck and pull him to me. Our mouths crash together in a fiery kiss.
This is different than our tender moment on the balcony. This is pure passion, lust.
It takes Sam a moment to adjust, but soon his hands spring into action. His fingers dig into my back as he hauls me flush against his firm chest. One of his hands runs up my spine to cup the back of my head, tilting it so his tongue can plunge into my mouth.
My fingers eagerly dance along his body. I trace the ridges of his muscular back and shoulders, creeping a hand up his neck to tangle in his hair. My other hand finds the hem of his shirt and dives underneath.
He sucks in a breath against my lips, but resumes our kiss without hesitation.
I’m not disappointed by what I feel under his shirt. If the muscles in his back weren’t enough of an aphrodisiac, his chest and abs certainly are. Every crevice, every ridge, every nuance has my heart rate climbing and my imagination running rampant, and I can’t wait another second to see for myself.
I lift his shirt, but he snags my wrist. With a delicate caress of my mouth with his lips, he pulls away, and I’m devastated. What did I do wrong? Were we not just heavily making out?
Sam brushes his knuckle down my cheek. “Let me,” he says before pulling his shirt off.
I’m not only relieved, I’m entranced. He’s gorgeous. Like, Adonis the Greek god gorgeous, and all I can do is stare. Hopefully, I’m not drooling.
“Brynn?”
“Hm?” I hum, but I can’t tear my eyes away from his exquisitely chiseled torso. When he doesn’t say anything else, I flick my gaze up to find a pleased smirk on his face, and I blush.
Without a word, he wraps his arms around me and connects our mouths once again. It doesn’t take long for our passion to reignite, but now, without his shirt as a barrier, I’m dying to know what skin to skin contact feels like.
But either Sam is too distracted by our make-out session, or he’s too nice to force his hand, because he’s not making any move to take off my clothes. I appreciate the respect, but damn, I need contact.
I can’t wait any longer, so I do what I always do? take control. I nudge him onto his back and throw my leg over his hips to straddle him and his straining pants. My braids tickle the sides of my face as we kiss. As much as I don’t want to take my lips from his, I have to remove my torturous shirt immediately.
I move away from his mouth, kissing along his jaw to his ear and whisper, “My turn.” As I sit up, I take in his wide-eyed, eager expression. It’s adorable.
His hands fall to my hips, his thumbs brushing the skin of my stomach under my shirt.
When I lift it over my head, taking my sports bra along, I toss them to the floor without a second thought. He hardens against my apex. I fight the urge to grind against him as the need for more friction burns deeps within me. We still have way too many layers between us.
His gaze rakes over my body, like he’s memorizing each and every curve. After a lingering moment on my bare breasts and a deep swallow, his eyes travel up to meet mine. “You’re beautiful.”
I blush, but I roll my eyes. “What a line,” I say, my tone full of sarcasm.
“No, I mean it.” He takes my wrists in his hands, pulling me down so our faces are inches apart. “I thought you were beautiful the moment you turned to fist bump me this morning. I thought you were beautiful when you were covered from head to toe in mud, when you conquered that vertical wall in one leap, when you showed up at my door freshly showered.” He licks his lips. “You’ve been beautiful every minute I’ve known you, Brynn. It just keeps getting better.”
And I keep getting wetter. Fuck if that wasn’t the greatest thing he could’ve said. I kiss him solidly as my hands slide down his ribs to his hips where my fingers glide over to the button on his jeans. I make quick work of his fly, and he bucks his hips to remove his pants.
I giggle as we bounce up and down.
We don’t break the kiss, and it seems like we’re jumping right into where we left off a minute ago, but he rolls me to the side and pulls away.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, his eyes searching mine in the sincerest of hunts.
I nod. “Yeah, I am. I mean, I’ve already taken off my shirt, so...”
He laughs and shakes his head gently. “You’ve thought it through?”
“Sam,” I whisper, cupping his cheek. “I’m done thinking for tonight. If I start again now, who knows what’ll happen?’
His Adam’s apple bobs with a deep swallow. “Hang tight for a sec.” He practically jumps from the bed, racing to his suitcase and furiously rummages through it.
I prop myself up on my elbows to watch him. My thighs clench, rubbing together to give me some reprieve from the desire pooling low in my belly. The way the muscles in his back and shoulders flex as he moves is nothing short of mesmerizing. And don’t even get me started on his butt. It fills out those boxers perfectly, like it’s begging to be pinched. My lower lip finds its way between my teeth, and I bite down, hard.
When he spins around, he flies back to the bed, landing in the exact spot he was moments ago, and holds up his hand. A small, square package is tucked between his fingers. “Sorry. I figured this would be a good idea.”
My whole body tenses. I give a tight-lipped smile.
His excited expression falls. “Did I ruin things by being presumptuous?”
“What? No.” I shake my head, dropping my chin and pinching the bridge of my nose. “It’s been a long time, and seeing that made it super real for a second.”
He sighs and pulls my hand from my face. “We don’t have to do anything, Brynn. This is a precaution in case things get that far. I don’t expect anything from you. You can tell me to stop at any time, and I’ll stop. I promise.”
I trail my finger along his jaw. “What if I don’t want you to stop?” The words come out as a shaky whisper.
His mouth ticks up on one side. “Then I’ll spend all night showing you how beautiful you are.”
I’m reduced to a quivering puddle. How Sam can keep saying all the right things, I’ll never know, but he delivers the lines perfectly.
As we dive into yet another extension of our make-out session, Sam runs his hand up my stomach to cup my breast. I moan at the way his fingers expertly tweak my hardened nipple, and soon I’m writhing beneath him. He massages and kneads, our grunts and moans growing louder. As his hand leaves my breast to travel down my stomach, I shudder, feeling him smiling against my mouth. When his hand reaches the waistband of my shorts, he stops.
“These need to go.”
Gladly. I shuck my shorts and fling them across the room with my foot. All the while with Sam’s tongue in my mouth. Once the shorts are gone, Sam’s fingers glide along the hem of my underwear, and I gasp. When he runs his fingertips over my wet core, I moan.
“Brynn, I’d like to make you feel good like you did outside.” He nips at my lower lip. “May I?”
I can’t nod quickly enough.
Sam crashes his mouth to mine in a deep, fierce kiss as his fingers slip under the hem of my panties and inside me. One finger, then two, pulsing in and out of me while his thumb makes circles on my clit. I let out a long, low moan. I’ve never been touched like this before.
Pulling on my lip, Sam moves away from my mouth to pepper kisses down my jaw to my throat, and farther south to my chest. He takes one of my nipples into his mouth, and I’m set on fire. The swirling of his tongue coupled with his thumb circling my clit is brilliant.
When he moves to my other breast, I tangle my hand in his hair. I don’t ever want him moving from this spot. The desire building between my thighs, though, begs to be released.
Sam wrenches himself loose of my grip to trail kisses back up my body and to my ear. “Come for me, Brynn.”
I break. My dam holding back all my lustful desires cracks, and I spill over the edge. As my entire body quakes with release, Sam doesn’t waver. His fingers slow, but don’t stop as he allows me to ride this wave to completion.
When I’m done shuddering, he removes his fingers and plants gentle kisses along my neck. “That was fucking gorgeous,” he says between pecks. “I don’t think you understand how beautiful you are.”
I’m so breathless, I can’t even respond, so I hum contentedly.
He rolls to his side, gathering me to his chest as his hand rests on my stomach. The only sounds I hear are his heartbeat and the occasional engine revving at the gas station. When Sam’s fingers begin moving, my skin prickles with goosebumps. He lightly traces lines along my body, swooping from my hips to my ribs and back again.
My relaxation quickly becomes anticipation as Sam’s hand moves over my breast and his fingers pinch my nipple. With a moan, I clench my thighs.
He leans down, planting a soft kiss on my lips. “I don’t want to be done, but I’ll stop if you want me to. Just say the word, Brynn.”
I flop my head from side to side, but only an angsty moan escapes me.
“I need words, Brynn.” Sam’s voice is low as his mouth moves down my throat, over my collarbone, and to my chest. “Tell me what you want.” His tongue flicks my sensitive peak before he takes it in his mouth and sucks.
My back arches off the bed to get as much of me in his mouth as I can. When his hand slides between my thighs, I grab his wrist. He jerks his head up, a surprised expression on his face.
“Make love to me, Sam.”
His fingers dig into my ribs. “Really?”
“Please,” I beg.
With lightning speed, he flips over to grab the condom. He keeps his back to me as he yanks off his boxers and sheathes his erection. Rolling back over, he doesn’t waste a second getting down to business. His hungry kiss devours my mouth, swallowing my moans and whimpers as his chest bears down on my own. He nudges his knee between my thighs, his erection resting on top of my quad, and encourages me to grind against him.
Sam’s hand slides down my ribs to my hip where he tucks his thumb into the waistband of my panties and pulls them down. Once they’re off, he pushes my legs apart, settling himself at my entrance. He locks his eyes on mine one last time before pressing inside of me.
I wince, a small whimper escaping me, and latch my hands onto Sam’s biceps.
“Shit, Brynn. You okay? Did I hurt you?” The panic in his voice is sincere.
I shake my head. “No. You’re…big.”
He hums in satisfaction as he begins moving inside me. “So, I should take it slow?”
“Not too slow.”
With a growl, he leans down and latches his mouth to my neck. His thrusts speed up, but every movement feels precise, which I like. The way he moves is so perfect, it has the tension building within me almost instantly, which is saying a lot.
I’ve never been a big fan of the missionary position. I’d much rather be on top where I can control the speed and amount of friction, but it’s like he knows what I need him to do without me even saying it.
My hands scour his body, running up and down his back, across his shoulders, tickling his ribs. I can’t get enough. I want to touch him everywhere. Each time my fingertips find a new ridge to trace, they burn from the contact. I finally twist my hand into his hair, pulling him closer, pressing our chests together.
The delicious pressure growing inside of me has me on the verge of another orgasm, and I can’t wait. I buck my hips, moving in sync with his. The change in angle pushes me over the edge, and I tighten around Sam’s cock, riding out this bliss. When the sensation ebbs, I open my eyes to find Sam grimacing, almost as if he’s in pain.
He grunts, exhaling deeply. “I don’t want to come yet.”
I blush at his candidness, but I have to admire his resolve. Too many times was I left high and dry because Connor finished early and didn’t have the “strength” to ensure I was satisfied. So, if Sam wants to keep going, I’m game.
“Can we switch places?” I ask.
His mouth ticks up on one side. “Of course.” And he rolls to the side, taking me with him, but without removing himself from me.
I yelp in surprise, but I’d be lying if I said I’m not turned on by that move. Once we’re settled, it’s not long before he’s raking over my naked body. As his gaze moves down, his hands move up to my chest. Sam’s hands cup my breasts, his thumbs gently rubbing my hardened nipples. His cock jumps inside of me.
“Is this how you want it, or can I suggest something?” he asks, not looking away from his massaging hands.
“Anything.”
“Can we move so I can sit against the headboard? This view is fantastic, but I’d like to be able to kiss you, too.”
“I like the sound of that.”
Without a word, Sam wraps one hand around my waist while the other aids him in scooting our bodies up the mattress. He slides his back up the headboard so he’s sitting upright. Face to face with each other, only inches apart, our breath mingles in the space between our lips.
He tugs my lower lip down with his thumb. “Perfection,” he whispers before his lips meet mine in another all-consuming kiss.
He’s right. Everything about this is perfection. The way we met, our flirting, our date, and now this. The sex so far has been amazing, and now that I’m in my favorite position, it’s going to get better.
I move my hips, raising up and down on my knees. Since he’s already struggling to restrain himself, I don’t want to overdo it right away, so I start slow. A nice, rhythmic pace has Sam panting in no time, but when I increase the speed, he’s groaning into my mouth. His hands crawl up my sides to my breasts again, and it’s my turn to moan.
He pulls his mouth from mine, trailing kisses to my ear. “Brynn, I lied.”
My heart leaps into my throat. What the fuck does he mean he lied? Lied about what?
“I didn’t want to sit up just so I could kiss you.” He nips at my earlobe before nudging me back to take my nipple in his mouth. His tongue flicks and swirls as his fingers massage.
All I can do is let my head fall back and a groan of pleasure slips from my lips.
With a gentle kiss, he whispers, “I wanted to kiss these, too.”
“You’re forgiven,” I say between breaths.
As Sam laves my nipples, he also moves his hips in tempo with mine. He’s letting me keep control, but he’s amping up the pressure that much more. It’s extremely hot.
When our desires grow too intense, we speed up our movements. What was sensual lovemaking is fast becoming carnal lust. It’s so intense, I lose myself in the moment. It’s not like me. I’m always on top of things, always in the know, but right now, my brain is fuzzy with pleasure. I don’t even know how to move myself.
Sam seems to read me. Without relinquishing my nipple from his mouth, he clamps his hand on my hip, his fingers digging into the side of my ass. His other hand wraps around my upper back, bracing me so I can stay upright. Bending his knees, his hips take over all the work.
“Let go, Brynn. Enjoy yourself,” he growls against my breast.
I obey. I let him hold me, let him fulfill me. I release my grip on this moment and simply fall into another pool of desire, lust, and passion. As I call out his name over and over, I tumble into another crest, breaking with it like the tide.
My body shudders.
His grip tightens.
When my walls clench around him, he gives another few strong thrusts before he meets his own release. His cock pulsates inside of me as we both hit the peak of our climax. Soon, our movements slow. Our bodies shake together. It takes several moments for either of us to regain our composure.
With a deep inhale, he lifts his head and when his gaze meets mine, I see adoration in his languid eyes. He takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “You okay?”
“I’m better than okay.”
“So, you enjoyed yourself, then?”
I nod. “Many times.”
“Mmm,” he hums as his finger traces my lower lip. “Does that mean you want to do it again?”
For the love of all that is holy, yes! “If you want to.”
“Brynn,” Sam says, grit lacing his tone. “I want nothing more than to watch your gorgeous body shudder with the pleasure I give to you.”
I try to swallow, but my mouth has run dry, so I settle for, “Kiss me again.”
And he does. All night long.