29. Sam #3
I nod, unable to speak at first. My emotions run high and my heart is close to beating out of my chest to get to him. His arms band around me tighter, and I push my fingers into his hair, holding on just as tight. “I love you, Jameson.”
He exhales. “I love you so fucking much, Sam.” He pulls back his hands cradling my face. His thumbs running down my cheeks as he stares at me reverently. “Beautiful.”
I melt into his hold, my lips coming down to touch his, soft at first, before we both turn hungry for each other.
His tongue slides between my lips, his taste and mine mingle.
His hands grip my hips, and I feel him reaching between us, before notching the head of his cock at my opening.
I grind my hips down right as he thrusts deep inside me.
I gasp from the feeling of being full of him, stretched and surrounded by him in every way.
My fingers grip his shoulders, and his hands expand over my waist and backside.
Jameson thrusts slowly at first, his face in my neck, pressing his lips along the sensitive skin before kissing across my shoulder bones and chest.
“I’ll always love you enough for the both of us, Sam.
Always.” The sincerity in his voice sends shivers over my skin and brings unexpected tears to my eyes.
I wrap my legs around his waist, holding him as close as possible.
Without missing a beat, he shifts so I’m leaning back.
His hips thrust up into mine, making me gasp.
He’s so deep I can feel him against my cervix in this position, and it makes me a panting, quivering mess.
His hand cups my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple, while the other moves down between my legs, his thumb circling my clit.
My head falls back, and my hands catch me, holding onto his thighs.
“You look so beautiful taking my cock, Sammy.” He groans, rolling his thumb faster. Moaning, I fight to keep his gaze but feel my own orgasm building. “I need this view for the rest of my life.”
“Yes,” I whimper. “Jameson, please, yes.”
“Your mine, Sam. We start tonight. No more secrets, no more time apart. I want you every day, in my house, wearing my ring, and taking my cock.”
My body falls, forward, my hands balancing on his chest, my orgasm cresting over from his words and his promises.
“That's it, baby.” His hands grip my hips as he turns his body, moving me to my back. Jameson thrusts back into me, his hips pistoning into mine hard and fast. I cry out, my legs gripping his waist, and my arms wind around his neck, holding on. “Need you to come again, Pretty Girl.”
I shake my head, my body tight, but I don’t think I can come again after that last one. “Jameson.”
“Give it to me, Sam. One more time. I need to feel you come on my cock one more time.” He grunts, sitting back on his knees, his hands lifting my hips.
He reaches even deeper than before, and I can feel every ridge of his dick as he moves in and out.
Heat flushes down my chest and settles in my core, the telltale signs of another orgasm building
“Harder,” I beg, my nails in his thighs. His eyes flash and darken from whatever he sees on my face. Jameson’s arms fall forward and he pounds into me, our skin slapping echoing in the room, and I bite my lip to keep in my screams.
“Come with me, Sam. Get there, baby.” He leans down, a long line of spit dropping on to my clit, rolling his thumb faster and faster.
My orgasm takes me by surprise, my back arching off the bed.
His hand slams over my mouth, stifling my cry.
Jameson rides me through my orgasm, his grip tightening on my hips until I fall back on the bed breathless.
His head falls forward, his teeth latching onto my shoulder as his roar fills the room. He thrusts slowly, gliding in deep strokes before he plants himself and comes inside me. “Fuck, I could live in your pussy, baby.” His voice is gravelly, as he keeps pushing his hips deeper into mine.
A giggle escapes, and I hug his body close. “That would be a lot to explain to my hockey coach.”
His laugh matches mine, and when he pulls back, I’m relieved to see the happiness shining in his dark eyes. Gently, reverently, his fingers push the hair off my face. “You’re beautiful, Sam. I’m a lucky bastard that you can forgive me. I’m never going to stop loving you.”
Tears fill my eyes, but I smile happily. “I love you too. I’m sorry it took me so long to get here. Thank you for not giving up on us, Jameson.”
He shakes his head, dropping his lips to my forehead and placing a loving kiss. “No more sorrys from either of us. I mean it, Sam. This is the start of our forever.”
I nod, my hands grabbing his face and bringing his lips to mine. I almost moan at the taste of him. “Forever.”
When our breathing turns back to normal, Jameson maneuvers us off the bed and carries me into the bathroom.
We shower quickly, and I put on one of his shirts for bed.
Sliding under the covers next to him, Jameson wraps me in his arms. I can feel his steady heartbeat against my back, his even breaths on my neck.
My body knows where it’s meant to be, and I fall asleep peacefully.