33. Look How Gorgeous #2
I laughed, but cut myself off as he drew a tongue up the bottom of my right breast, ending with a flick of his tongue across my nipple. “I’ve dreamed about these tits. I could write poetry about them. I—”
Sam zipped his gaze up to mine. His tongue had been toying with the underside of my nipple. I saw now, the tiny bead of breastmilk that had landed on his tongue.
I bit my lip, waiting for his reaction. Would he be grossed out?
“It’s sweet.” He licked his lips.
“Yes,” I said.
“Does it just come out like that when you’re walking around? Hanging out? Having sex?”
“I wouldn’t know about the last thing, but yes to the other two. If I haven’t pumped in a while. I don’t have a huge supply, but it can drip a little.”
“Is it weird I find that hot?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I said honestly. But I smiled. “I don’t think so.”
“It’s not about the milk. I don’t think. It’s you. More goddess material. You’re a giver of life.”
I grinned at him. “I can do it again?”
“Please.”
His hand went to his cock, and he stroked it idly as he watched me squeeze the tip of my other breast. A small spurt of milk spurted out, landing on my belly.
Sam reached out and touched it, gliding it across my skin with his thumb. “Okay, yeah it’s definitely kind of hot. But your breasts are extremely hot, you’re extremely hot, I’m—”
“Ready?” I asked, hooking a leg around his thigh.
“Yes.” He reached for the box of condoms, which made him lean back, his thick cock exposed.
I slid down while he fumbled with the box, taking him in my mouth once more.
Sam made a sound of pleasure low in his throat.
I took him in deeper as he ripped open the box.
“Keep that up and I’m going to embarrass myself again.”
I popped off of him. “What do you mean, again?”
“Don’t you remember the last time I was in here?” He tore the condom wrapper open.
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Are you really going to make me say it again?” He laughed. “When I came in my pants, Ellie. From touching your feet. Well, to be fair, I think it was from those noises you were making when I touched your feet. You were so hot.”
My jaw dropped as I recalibrated my memory of that night. “I thought I made you uncomfortable. Like I was a horny housewife or something.”
“First of all, those words coming out of your mouth are also liable to do me in. Second of all—I can’t believe that’s how you thought that went down.”
He rolled the condom onto himself. Then he hooked his hands around my hips, readjusting me so I was in the middle of the bed. Then he lifted me up between my legs, setting my ass in his lap.
I was so stunned by his revelation, I forgot to be alarmed at how easily he tossed me around on the bed.
Then he bent my legs back, resting his cock across my exposed pussy, and I forgot everything else. His expression had gone slack.
“God, Ellie. I can’t believe we get to do this.”
Why was that so wholesome, when his view was straight-up pornographic?
He reached forward and gripped me by the back of the neck, guiding me up so I was straddling his lap.
“How do you do that?” I laughed.
“Do what?”
I shook my head. All of it. “Never mind.”
Sam slapped his cock gently against my clit. “You ready, sweetheart?”
I nodded. “Ready,” I whispered.
He notched himself at my entrance. “Fuck,” he groaned, hovering, teasing me with his tip.
“Do it,” I said.
I thought he might tease me. Go slow. But Sam Caplin was a constant surprise. Because he looked me in the eye, tilted his lips in a grin, and said, “Careful what you wish for, Ellie.”
Then he joined us together in one hard thrust, filling me completely.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, his eyes on mine, disbelieving, almost.
I couldn’t breathe. I was in another world. Another universe. A universe in which it was just the two of us here, fully connected. As if this was always how we were supposed to be.
“Holy shit,” I breathed.
“Yeah,” Sam said.
I smiled, then I laughed, then Sam’s beautiful grin was there, his lake-blue eyes swimming with emotion, and we were both laughing. It was the strangest, most intense moment. Laughing while being absolutely impaled in the most delicious way.
Then I shifted, and Sam groaned.
“Okay,” I said. “Fuck me now, Sam. But keep holding onto me, please.”
Sam’s eyes went soft. Maybe it was the please. Or maybe it was the vulnerability in my words. But I needed him to take me where we were going. I needed to know he was going to stay by my side.
He was already holding onto me, one arm wrapped around my lower back, his opposite hand still gripping the nape of my neck.
“I’ll never let you go, Ellie,” he whispered.
Those were the exact words I needed. I wanted them tattooed somewhere so I could read them forever. Inside my heart, maybe.
Without letting go, Sam pulled out and thrust in again, making pleasure rip through me each time he filled me.
I lost sense of time then. All I knew was Sam being a part of me; Sam’s lips on mine, then on my throat, then on my breasts as I tipped back and rocked my hips, bouncing myself on his cock.
But even as I melted into the feeling of him bottoming out in me, it didn’t feel close enough. I had the insane thought that I wanted him to fuck me without the condom. To know him so completely that it was impossible to get any closer. But that’s how we got into this mess, wasn’t it?
Was it really a mess?
It didn’t feel like it now. It felt like a dream. A glorious, beautiful dream where this man who’d shared himself in every way with me—his deepest pains and darkest moments—was holding me against him like he never wanted to let me go, as he buried himself to the hilt in me over and over again.
“You feel like you were made for me, Ellie,” Sam managed through gritted teeth. He was trying to restrain himself, I could tell. He was close. When his eyes met mine, they were cautious. Pained. Vulnerable. Like he was worried about me vanishing on him.
I’d never been in this position before.
“I’m here,” I whispered. “I’m here, Sam.”
I wasn’t sure if I meant right now or more than that, but right now, it felt like he wanted to give me the world.
And at least in this moment, I was going to take it.
I fell back on the bed, allowing him to use his hands to grip my hips.
He lifted my thighs, hooking them over his elbows.
I had no idea how he was holding me like that, but I didn’t care, because the sensation and sound of him pounding into me like this—the lewd claps where we met—they were enough to bring me to the brink.
“Touch yourself, Ellie,” Sam instructed. “Right now. I need to see it. I need to feel you come on my cock.”
I was so close with the angle he was fucking me at that touching my clit was like touching a live wire.
The moment I did I began to peak, and only seconds later the most intense orgasm of my life rocketed through me.
Everything spasmed, and I had to throw my arm over my mouth to keep from screaming.
I felt my pussy clench Sam’s cock, and then he was stiffening against me too, grunting like an animal as he came hard inside of me.
The waves took forever to ebb, and when they did, all Sam did was release my legs. He stayed inside of me while he collapsed on my body, whispering something I couldn’t hear.
Something soft and sweet and raw.
Something that didn’t sound at all like this was it for us.