26. Chapter 26
Sam whips open his apartment door, grabs my wrist, and yanks me across the threshold. “Get your ass in here,” he says with a grin. My stomach flutters at his clear excitement. Once I’m inside, he shuts the door and pins me against it, his strong arms framing me in. “That’s better.”
“You’re telling me. It’s freezing out there.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Did you walk here, again?”
“No. Lisa dropped me off on her way to her evening class, but it was still a cold walk up the stairs.”
Sam chuckles, lowering his chin and shaking his head. When he raises it up to meet my gaze, his eyes flick between mine and I watch his irises darken. “Allow me to warm you up.” Taking my lips with his in a deep kiss, he hurriedly unzips my coat.
I shimmy out of it and let it fall to the floor. Throwing my hands around his neck, I pull him closer until our bodies meet and his chest presses against my lacy top. I didn’t even bother wearing a shirt over it.
He breaks the kiss to scan my torso. “Such a good listener, you are.” Claiming my mouth once again, he wraps his arms around my waist, squeezing me tight.
When my feet come off the floor, I hook my ankles behind him, but my mouth never leaves his. Carrying me to his bedroom, Sam kisses me solidly. He devours me like I’m a burst of fresh air and he’s been holding his breath.
Inside his room, he kicks the door shut before tossing me onto his bed. When he reaches back to tear off his shirt, the sight of his bare torso rips the air from my lungs. His naked body is such a turn-on. Even more so now that I haven’t seen him in over a week.
As much as I enjoy the view, I grow impatient waiting for him to make a move. “Um, Sam?”
“Huh?” He shakes his head, blinking his eyes as if he was entranced. “Sorry, just taking in the sights.” His gaze slides down and up my length.
I brush my fingers along the low-cut neckline of my top. “See anything you like?”
“Sure do,” he says and takes two giant strides across the room. He flops onto the bed, bouncing me around.
“Whoa, there, big fella.” Giggling, I splay my hand on his chest to steady myself. As soon as my fingertips touch his skin, they burn with the desire for more. With tentative movements, I creep my fingers up his pec to lightly graze his collarbone.
He grabs my hand, squeezing it. “If you want to touch me, Brynn”?he presses my fingers down harder?“just do it.”
The grit in his tone makes me shudder, and I crash my mouth to his. He runs his hands all over my body, touching me in places he hasn’t touched in a while, but takes his time. It’s almost like he’s savoring every nuance. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t super hot.
I tell my impatience to shut the hell up.
As he slides a hand down my thigh, I let out a whimper, but he swallows the sound. I roll my hips to guide his fingers between my legs. He pulls it away. I break the kiss, turning a confused glare on him.
He chuckles and taps the button on my jeans. “These are in the way.”
“Oh, yeah.” I duck my head, blushing at my eagerness.
Sam makes quick work of not only my pants, but his as well before he rolls on top of me. God, how I’ve missed his weight. Missed the warmth of his body. Missed him.
He latches his mouth to my throat, his hands roaming over every inch of my body. When I moan his name, I feel him harden on my thigh. I shift so the growing bulge in his boxers is between my legs, sitting at my entrance. He scoots himself to kiss his way down my torso.
Again, super hot, but my impatience will only listen for so long, and the desire pooling inside me begs for release.
Sliding my hand down his ribs, I make a turn at his hip to palm his erection through his boxers.
He turns his hips away.
I don’t want to ruin this sexy, albeit excruciatingly long moment, but I have to make my frustration known. I settle for a strained groan.
Sam chuckles against my skin. “Am I taking too long?”
“Just a bit,” I bite out.
“Sorry.” He peppers kisses up my ribs and across my collarbone. “But I’ve missed you,” he whispers softly.
So softly, I’m unsure I heard him correctly. “What?”
“I, uh...” He clears his throat. “I’ve missed the feel of you is what I meant.”
“Oh.” I sink into the mattress, chewing on my lip. Something inside me says that’s not what he meant, but the ache between my thighs doesn’t want to waste time worrying about it. “Well, I need to feel all of you. Like, now.”
The corners of his mouth tick up. “Yes, ma’am.” He reaches into the drawer of his side table, grabbing a condom and tearing the package open with his teeth. Holding it out to me, he says, “Want to do the honors?”
I bite down on my lower lip and nod. As I hold the wrapper, Sam starts to take off his boxers, and an idea pops into my head. He missed the feel of me? Well, I can give him all the feels. I put my hand on his forearm, stopping him.
He turns to me, a question in his gaze, so I give him a coy smile. “May I?”
“Be my guest.” He lifts his hands.
“Will you stand up?”
Sam gives me a curious look, but rises from the bed. He lets me position him so he’s standing between my legs, his hips at my eye level.
“Um, Brynn?”
“Shh,” I say. “Trust me.” Sliding my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, I yank them down. Sam tenses as his erection springs forth to stare me in the face. His breath shakes from his lips, and I watch his fists ball at his sides. I glide my fingers along his hard length as I look up at him through my lashes.
He stares down at me, his brown eyes full of intensity.
When I grip him, he gasps, but when I kiss his tip, he shudders. His body practically quivers as I take him into my mouth, caressing him with my tongue. I run my hands around the backs of his thighs and pull him closer, which makes my name roll off his lips in a strained moan.
I pick up my speed.
“Fuck,” he bites out.
Hallowing out my cheeks, I increase the pressure.
Sam’s hips move in tempo with me, thrusting gently, as he twists a hand into my hair. When saltiness hits the back of my tongue, Sam tightens his fist and pulls my head back. His face is contorted in what looks like reluctant self-restraint.
After a moment, he composes himself and opens his eyes. With one hand still tangled in my hair, he runs his other thumb over my bottom lip. “Careful. That pretty little mouth will get you into trouble.”
“Better be safe, then,” I say, and remove the condom from the wrapper. I roll it down his shaft before shaking my head loose of his grip and easing onto my back. I crook my finger, wiggling it in the air to beckon Sam to me.
I expect him to lunge, but he doesn’t. Instead, he drops to his knees and takes my ankles in his hands. As he kisses his way up my leg, his palms slide over my shins and up my thighs. The closer he gets to my center, the heavier my breaths come.
He pushes my legs apart, runs his tongue along me, stopping to swirl my clit.
My head falls back as I melt into a puddle of glorious anticipation, but then, Sam pulls back and continues to kiss his way up my stomach. I lift my head to glare at him.
He doesn’t so much as glance in my direction.
I narrow my eyes and see his mouth curl. He knows I’m staring at him and he knows why.
When his gaze flicks to mine, he winks before sliding his hand between my legs and slipping two fingers into me. His thumb circles my clit, and I’m reduced back to puddle status. Sam kisses up to my breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth. As his tongue swirls, so does his thumb and soon, his name spills from my lips in whispers.
“Mmm,” he hums against my breast. “I missed that sound. Say it louder.” He presses harder on my clit.
I obey and let his name roll off of my tongue in sensuous moans. My hips move, bucking against his hand. While his touch feels amazing, I need more. More friction, more pressure, more him.
“Louder,” Sam orders.
“Then fuck me already.” My impatience has won. I want him inside me. Now.
He rears back, amused surprise on his face that fades to sultry mischief. Kissing his way to my ear, he whispers, “Not until you come, sweetheart.”
His hot breath on my neck has me coming undone in moments. Closing my eyes, I grip Sam’s shoulder. I let go of my resolve and allow the waves of pleasure to crash over me. He peppers kisses along my jaw and down my throat as I ride out my orgasm.
“I fucking love the way you look when you come,” Sam growls against my skin before flipping me onto my stomach. He grips my hips, pulling them toward him. “But I promised you something.” He eases his hard cock inside me.
I let out a satisfied moan as I dissolve into the mattress. The way he fills me is nothing short of perfection. Always has been. I can’t deny it, nor do I want to.
Sam works slowly, sliding in and out of me with rhythmic thrusts. His hands stay planted on my hips where his fingers dig into me to hold me in place. When he picks up speed, I twist my fists into the blanket.
He runs his hand up my spine. “So sexy.” Leaning over, he puts his mouth to my ear. “And all mine.”
The words break my bliss. His?
Sam quickly pulls me back into the moment by thrusting hard and fast into me. He’s grunting and groaning, his hips working overtime. When I shout his name, a strained “Fuck,” escapes him, but he keeps his pace.
This is raw and real and I’m loving every second of it. We’ve had hard, fast sex before, but this is almost carnal. I knew I was starved for him, but it seems like the instant he got another taste of me, his own hunger consumed him.
He slides a hand around my waist, between my thighs, and pressure builds low within me. The precipice of another orgasm teases my senses. I want it so badly, but I don’t want this to end. Sam’s insatiable desire is so addictive. I need it. I crave it.
With his fingers circling my clit, he whispers, “Come for me, Brynn.”
The grit in his voice breaks me. Practically screaming his name, I shatter into a million pieces, each one shuddering as they fall.
Sam continues to swirl my clit as he gives a few quick pumps before I feel him tense. His cock pulses inside me and his whole body releases. As his chest heaves against my back, his hot breath blows across my neck. “You good?”
I roll my head as I hum contentedly, then turn over to face him, but keep my eyes closed.
He drags stray pieces of my hair from my face before cupping my cheek. “I could do this forever,” he whispers.
“What?” My eyes pop open.
Sam doesn’t stutter, doesn’t falter as he says, “Hold you in my arms after making you come so hard you see stars.”
I let out a breathy chuckle, but it’s stilted. I’d read further into the tenderness of that statement if he hadn’t attached it to our naughty activities.
He gathers me to his chest. “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll do it again.”
It’s not our usual protocol, but I also don’t want to argue. The idea of having any part of him inside me already has me clenching my thighs again. So what if he tacked on a tender thought? Endorphins are running high. It makes sense he’d be a little more affectionate right now.
I will myself not to overthink it as I snuggle into Sam’s warm, firm chest to wait for round two.