33. Look How Gorgeous
Look How Gorgeous
ELLIE
Idid have condoms. Practically a lifetime’s supply. None of the boxes had ever been opened, of course. I made my way over to the bedside table to show him. But when I flicked on the lights, I couldn’t move, because Sam looked so hot standing there with his cock in his hand.
His other hand was backwards over his eyes from the sudden light.
“I um… yes, I have condoms,” I said, pulling out the drawer beside me, still staring, mesmerized, at Sam’s half-naked form. “Several boxes.”
Several boxes?
“Not because I’m using them all,” I quickly added. “I just don’t want to tempt fate a third time.”
Sam grinned. He dropped his arm, squinting now. “It’s none of my business if you’ve been using them.”
“We already talked about this. Gord’s out of the picture.”
He laughed. “Okay, but maybe you’ve had some secret fuck buddy. Or… a one night stand.”
“Do you really not care?”
“No. I’d be jealous as fuck. Please don’t tell me.” He stepped out of his jeans and shirt and set them on the chair.
“I kind of like you being jealous,” I said.
“Is that right?” Sam came over to me, dropping onto his knees between my legs on the bed, so his distracting parts were hidden from view.
Only now, he was between my legs, only my shorts between us.
His ass was also on full display in the mirrored closet doors next to me.
So, still completely distracting. Especially with his hands now resting on my knees, his fingers tracing circles on my skin.
I kept talking, just to keep from throwing myself at him. “You know, I told my ex once that he looked like that action star, Hopper something-or-other? He lost his mind. Told me I shouldn’t talk to him about other men. Could not let it go every time that guy showed up on TV.”
Sam narrowed his eyes. “Did he really look like Hopper Donnach?”
I laughed. Sam’s jealousy was the kind that made me feel wanted. Not like I had to tiptoe around his feelings. “No. I was trying to pay him a compliment. They could have been distant cousins, maybe.”
“Well, shit, why wasn’t he thrilled? That guy’s handsome as fuck. Almost as handsome as me.”
I laughed again. I’d forgotten how much Sam could make me laugh while also making me feel like I was seeing stars. I loved how he was confident enough to not be offended.
“Although,” Sam said, slipping his hands up to my hips and pulling me toward him on the bed, making me squeal.
“I guess I’m no better.” He used his thumbs to tip my hips back, tilting me onto my elbows.
Then he slid his hands up over the waistband of my pajama shorts and under my t-shirt.
“Because I can’t stand thinking about anyone else touching you here. ”
“My tummy? Really?” I joked.
“Really.” Sam kissed me, right below the belly button. “It’s the perfect stomach. I could admire it all night. I could kiss it all night. In fact, I think I will.” He kissed it again, this time on the left, then the right.
The way he could oscillate between nearly talking me into an orgasm with his filthy mouth a few minutes ago to making my heart squeeze with the tenderness he was using now was doing my head in.
“You’re crazy,” I whispered.
“Maybe. But I don’t think so. This”—he kissed me again, this time right above the waistband of my shorts—“is the stomach of a goddess.”
Without warning, he drew his tongue from my navel to my solar plexus, making me arch my back.
God, I wanted him. Right now. But I knew he was going to make me wait. I knew it and I loved it.
“I know you didn’t ask,” Sam said, “But I haven’t been with anyone else since you, El.”
I shouldn’t have felt relieved by that. It was totally his prerogative. But it made me itch to think about him being with anyone but me.
“Why?” I asked, for no good reason at all.
Sam inched my shirt up, revealing the undersides of my breasts. “Because I have this problem.”
“What’s that?”
I gasped as he drew his tongue under my right breast, sucking gently on the flesh, inching my nipple closer to the bunched up hem of the shirt. I tipped my head back.
“Because of this woman I’m a little obsessed with.”
He gave the same treatment to the other breast, making me moan.
“She’s brilliant and funny,” he said, kissing between the two. “She works way too hard.” He nudged the shirt higher. “She’s fucking gorgeous.” He kissed my throat. “And she gives one helluva blowjob.”
I gasped, laughing.
“Sorry, it’s true. Best I’ve ever had.”
He must have seen the heat spearing through me, because he said, “The only one I’ve ever had. Obviously.”
“Obviously,” I laughed.
Sam dropped down and kissed the inside of my thigh, midway between my knees.
“She’s also got”—he kissed higher up my thigh—“the most beautiful pussy.”
Want sunk into my lower half, heavy and desperate.
“Please,” I begged. “Enough teasing.”
Sam gave me that devious grin I loved and began tugging my pajama shorts down, kissing my exposed flesh as he went. “This pussy, as I remember, tastes like heaven. And gets so fucking wet for me.”
I could hardly breathe with anticipation. But I didn’t want any more interruptions after this. “Can you get the condoms?” I breathed.
Sam was kneading my thighs, but removed one hand to reach for the drawer I’d opened earlier.
I sensed a beat passing and frowned. “What is it?” I asked.
“Nothing really. It’s just… There’s one thing I guess I’d forgotten about this woman,” Sam said.
“What is it?” I was keenly aware of his other hand still on me, how it was drifting up and tugging down my shorts the rest of the way.
“I don’t remember her having an absolute sex-shop’s worth of vibrators at her disposal.”
I froze, then scrambled to sitting. Sam had pulled out the box of condoms, but in so doing, had somehow released my robust collection of toys. My favorite one, a bright pink silicone dick, was at the front of the pack. I’d used that one just last night. While thinking of Sam, of course.
“Oh my God.” I reached over to try to slam the drawer shut.
But Sam caught my hand and kissed it. “Wait.”
“Why?”
He picked up the pink vibrator. “This could make things much more interesting.”
He could have teased me about this. My exes would have. But Sam looked delighted. “Can we try it out?”
My stomach plunged. “I’ve never used one with someone else.”
I must have looked terrified, because he said, “Hey, it’s okay. There’s never any pressure, El.” He moved it back toward the drawer.
“No,” I said quickly, my heart thudding. I had an imagination. I’d seen videos. “I’m interested.”
Sam bit his lower lip and set the thing down. Then he reached up and hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and dragged them down, exposing me to him.
“Good.” He tossed my shorts aside. “Because I’m about to make you come so fucking hard.”
I think I visibly grew wetter.
I wanted to ask him more questions. Like what he planned on doing, and how he was going to use this. But Sam was gently nudging my legs apart, his pupils flaring as he spread my sex with his hand. “So fucking gorgeous.”
Then I was lost, because he brought his mouth to me, and I remembered.
This man was a fucking master at making me come. My legs instantly jerked as he full-mouth sucked on my most sensitive spot.
He made a moaning sound like this was giving him pleasure, when I was the one already flying to the moon.
Then the buzz of the vibrator sounded, and all other thoughts—already on their way out given how quickly the waves of building pressure had started rising—left my brain completely.
“Come here, sweetheart,” Sam said. He helped guide me to sitting. “Come see how fucking hot you are.”
I rose up, leaning on my arms and looking in the mirror.
Sam bent down, taking my clit between his lips again. He sucked on it as he teased my entrance with the vibrator, making me moan. “Oh my God.”
Sam replaced his tongue with his thumb. It should have felt less than, but the way he expertly caressed my clit in little circles while he inserted the tip of the cock inside of me, all while I watched in the mirror, had me nearly bucking under him.
“Fuck yes, Ellie.” He glanced over at the mirror. “Look how gorgeous you are. Look at you take this thing, just like you’re going to take my cock.”
I sucked in a breath as he slid the dick in farther, increasing the speed of his thumb at the same time. In the mirror, I looked wanton. My breasts swayed under my flimsy t-shirt, that dildo disappearing ever so slowly into my slick pussy.
Sam angled himself up and brought his lips to mine, kissing me so tenderly as he inched the dildo deeper. I cried out against his lips.
“Shh,” he reminded me.
But it wasn’t fair. He’d begun driving the thing in and out of me, rotating it slightly with each thrust. This, while circling his thumb in this magical pulsing motion?
I found myself cresting the peak of my first climax with Sam’s mouth landing on mine just in time to catch my screams. Pleasure rocked through me, making my whole body shudder.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Sam said. “You’re so fucking pretty when you come.”
I was just on the downward side of my orgasm when Sam abruptly dropped his mouth back onto my sex, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue. He turned up the vibrator at the same time, and somehow I was coming again, fast and hard.
This time, Sam kept his hand over my mouth as I fell back on the bed.
I made noises I didn’t even know I was capable of behind that hand.
I was hungry now. I felt like a wild animal. All I wanted was to feel Sam inside of me. I urged him up over me on the bed, kissing him with a ferocity I didn’t know I contained. I bit down on his lower lip, hard enough he grunted.
He reached down and smacked the side of my ass. “You want it so bad, don’t you?”
I pulled the sleep shirt over my head. “Yes. Now.”
Sam’s eyes went half lidded at the sight of my newly exposed breasts. “Fuck, Ellie.” He leaned over me, taking my breasts in both hands. “Are there awards for the greatest tits in the world? Because you’re taking home the championship.”