Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Naomi
H e scoops me up like I weigh nothing at all, my soaked shorts sliding the rest of the way off as my feet leave the ground. I glance back at my now abandoned rake, still leaning against the door to the shed. I don’t wave goodbye to it, but I almost do.
The shower turns out to be an outdoor whitewashed wood stall, completely open to the sky above. I stand, naked and shivering, as Sam gets the hot water running.
I wish I knew a language beautiful enough to describe the feeling of being freezing and standing under the heavy spray of hot water while cold water also rains down on me from the sky above. The brunt of the storm has passed, taking with it the lightning, but a few dark gray clouds drift overhead, keeping the sky dim and the rain falling.
I don’t know how long I stand under the hot water, slowly rotating with my eyes closed, before I feel Sam step in behind me. My brain might be slow for a number of reasons right now, but it’s lightning quick to realize that if he’s now in the shower with me, it means he’s just as naked as I am .
I start to spin to face him, but his strong arms wrap around me, pinning my back to his chest as he holds me tightly to his body. I can feel a hard part of him press against my backside, and I wiggle my hips a bit to tease him.
“Careful, princess.”
I scoff. “I was promised a show.”
I hear Sam growl in response, and I’m suddenly very excited again. I’ve seen Sam lose control once before in my bedroom in Austin. But now that so many things have been said between us, so much familiarity and trust has been built. Am I about to witness what he’s really capable of?
Still holding me tightly with one arm around my chest, Sam uses his other hand to help his huge erection slide between my thighs. I step my feet apart to allow him space to nestle in and then clamp my thighs closed around him. I smile in satisfaction at his hiss of pleasure as I squeeze him tightly.
I pulse my thigh muscles a few more times and Sam seems to relax into me, pumping his hips softly against my backside to add friction to the tightness. He’s holding me so close, and almost inside me. This is the closest I’ve felt to him since the first time we really met as adults, and I can’t get enough of how he feels wrapped around me like this. I’m wanted. I’m protected. I’m safe.
I glance down to see his tip jutting out from between my thighs. I slide my wet fingers around it as it escapes back into my legs. He pushes it forward again, and I capture it like a sexy game of whack a mole.
“God, I love it when you touch me,” Sam murmurs, lips pressed against my shoulder.
I can’t see his face from here, but I try, turning my head, my cheek pressing against his forehead where he rests on my shoulder. “I’d love to touch you more, if you let me.”
Instead of an answer, I get spun around and pressed against the far wall of the shower, my back meeting the wood with a thud. The force of his action both surprises me and turns me the hell on. I could take more of this dominant, in-charge Sam. I met him at my apartment, and I want him to come out to play.
He presses his lips to mine in a claiming, punishing kiss that I return with gusto. I can’t see his cock, but I know just where to find it, my hands grazing it softly a couple of times before getting a firm grip.
But then I remember.
He wants to give me a show…and I want it.
If all he needs is a little encouragement, I’m happy to oblige.
I reach up and take one of his wrists from where it rests on the shower wall beside my head, bringing it back down between our bodies and using my other hand to close it around his cock. Then I close both of my hands around his and start to pump him.
Sam lets out a moan that may contain a few words, but I can’t make them out. After a few long, hard pumps where I hold my breath and wait to see what comes next, Sam seems to snap, tossing my hands to the side and taking a step back, then another, until his back presses against the other wall.
There’s only a few feet between us, so I can still feel the magnetic pull of him. I’m dying to close the gap once more, to cross through the hot shower spray and press my body against his.
But I also can’t take my eyes off where he’s now gripping his dick, jerking it with short, firm pulls. As I watch, the movement transforms to long strokes that include his tip. I'm finally able to look up into his eyes, and once I get a look at his face, I’m grateful I did.
As fucking hot as it is to watch the guy manhandle his cock, the savage look on Sam’s face is nearly enough to send me over the edge right here and now. His eyes are dark and burning with lust, lip clenched tightly between his teeth, forehead creased in concentration. But it’s more than the sum of parts. Looking at him like this, watching him watch me watching him…it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
“I like seeing how you do it,” I say, trying to include myself in the erotic tableau playing out before me. I want to be more than a spectator here, even if that’s my role.
Sam moans at my words, his head dropping back. I can see his eyes close as he grips himself even harder.
“You do it so hard. I would be scared to be so rough. I wouldn’t want to break it,” I tease softly, needing his eyes back on me.
It works. His chin drops until I’m once again pinned in that icy hot stare. “You’re not going to break it.”
His voice is rough and strained. I calm my breathing to keep from touching myself as I imagine him talking to me in that tone with his magnificent cock buried deep in my body. My hand slides closer to my core anyway, fingertips grazing gently over my thigh.
Sam watches my hand move and lets out another moan.
“Are you thinking about fucking me right now?” I ask, holding his gaze.
He nods.
“Me, too.”
Sam’s eyes drop closed, and I smile a little to myself. This might be the Sam show, but I’m officially a co-star. And I love it.
“I’m going to have to touch myself soon, Sammy. I don’t know how much longer I can watch.”
“No,” he says quickly, sharp eyes back on mine as his hand moves up and down his shaft. “I’ll do it when I’m done. You just watch. ”
“You look like you’re getting close.”
His head drops back once more as his hand moves to his tip. “God, I am. I’m so close.”
“You like when I watch, don’t you? You’re excited for me to watch you come?”
“Get on your knees.”
The command is both surprising and not. I’m honestly a little disappointed I didn’t think of it myself. I lower myself to my knees. The new position leaves me face-to-face with his bobbing tip, and with my head right in the stream of the now only lukewarm water.
I close my eyes against the water and take my breasts in hand, twisting my nipples softly between my fingers.
Damn, I could come right now just from this. My thighs shift against each other, and I nearly moan.
That’s all it takes for Sam. I can’t see very well through the water beating down on my head, but I can hear him roar as he comes. Wherever it lands, it gets washed right away, but I imagine him watching it hit me, his hot load landing just where he aimed it. I do moan then, unable to keep it together a second longer.
The water stops abruptly, leaving me kneeling on the wet shower floor, holding my tits and wriggling my butt to try to quench the desire building between my legs.
Sam’s still standing, and I look up at him, glorious and ravaged, cock jutting straight out from his body. There’s a small drip of come waiting for me on his tip, and I reach up to slide my finger through it, sucking that finger straight into my mouth.
Sam drops to his knees and kisses me, diving deep between my lips, tongue seeming to search for the taste of himself on me.
I’m so lost in the passionate kiss that it’s a moment before I realize he’s pushing my thighs to the side, working his hand between my legs. His thumb hits my clit as two of his fingers slide easily into my drenched pussy. I lift up a bit on my knees to allow a bit more space, thanking every god that’s ever existed for this man’s touch.
“Are you going to be ready for me when I fuck you?'' His low, gravely words, spoken directly into the side of my neck as he fingers me, take me by surprise.
But not enough to throw me off my game. “Yes.”
“How ready?” he asks, pumping me harder.
I respond by moving my own hips against his hand, riding him so his thumb presses deeply against my clit. I shift a bit back and forth and, oh my god, I’m going to come so fast like this. “I’ll be so fucking ready, Sammy. You feel how wet I am?”
“Sure do, princess.”
“I’m going to be wetter. I’m going to take your cock—” I can’t finish my thought as I slide into the deep, dark pool of pleasure that Sam opens up for me.
It’s all I can do to not collapse on his hand, but I keep grinding, holding my breath and helping him work me through an orgasm so strong it could be considered core work.
Still panting, I lift myself off his hand and collapse back against the shower wall. It’s a long few moments before I’m able to open my eyes again. Glancing up, I see that the clouds have all moved on and the sky is once again perfectly blue. I’m warm from the inside out, from Sam’s touch and the hot water. The soft rays of early evening sun hit me, and life is absolutely perfect.
“I love yard work,” I say, letting my head rest back against the wooden wall.
Sam laughs and slides his feet across the tile floor until our legs intertwine. “It always works wonders for my mood.”
I let my eyes open slowly and smile back at him. “Oh really? When you’re feeling down you just rake up some vines, take an hour long shower, and you’re right as rain?”
Sam grimaces softly, glancing up at the still dripping showerhead. “Speaking of which, I think I used my water ration for the next month this afternoon.”
His tone is light, and I know it’s a joke, but I can’t help feeling bad. “Sorry.”
He’s on his knees in a flash, pulling my naked body up to meet his. “There’s no need for apologies, princess. I’ll go the next year without a shower if it means I get to have moments like this with you. Every second I spend with you is worth it. It’s worth any cost.”
Sam whips up sautéed veggies from the garden to top spicy packaged ramen noodles, which is impressive considering he had no time to prepare, and I have a feeling he eats at the resort most meals.
It's deliciously simple. This whole day has been. After so many years of always needing more, more, more…I’m getting a glimpse of a simpler kind of life. One where I go hours without even thinking about checking my phone, scrolling, or photographing something to prove to a bunch of strangers that it happened.
“Your clothes are dry,” Sam says, bringing in my wrinkled, but indeed dry, outfit from earlier. I’ve been sporting one of his oversized tees for the evening.
“You just want me to get naked again,” I tease as I take the clothes.
He flops down on the couch. “I’m here for the show.”
I give him a small one, a bit of silly wiggling and turning as I change back into my shorts and tank, but not enough to take this anywhere. As much as I’d like to start something, I think I need to go back to Dom’s.
I tell myself that leaving Sam’s warm, welcoming house and driving back to Dom and Reina’s has nothing to do with being reunited with my phone, but I know that’s only partially true.
Baby steps, right? I mean, I did just go the whole day without checking it.
I arrive at Dom’s just as the sun is setting though the panoramic windows. The house is empty, and I stand for what must be half an hour, watching mother nature’s show. The absolute, undiluted beauty of it all takes my breath away.
I don’t even try to capture the moment in a picture.
Something in me has shifted. All of a sudden, just being here is enough.
Still feeling a tad guilty after our frivolous shower session, I decide I’m clean enough to head straight to bed, setting my timer for only ten minutes of scrolling while I lay against the headboard, two soft, fluffy pillows propping me up. The internet is exactly the same as it was when I left it last night. People did stuff, people complained about stuff, and I almost click on way too many very well targeted ads for things that would fit in perfectly with my new island lifestyle.
Instead, I shut the screen off when my time is up and plug it in across the room, sinking into my sheets and letting my memories of Sam’s hands on my body lull me to sleep.