Chapter 28 Dolly
DOLLY
Iblink at him, slowly shaking my head. “No. I’ve never needed it, and my doctor was worried I’d be at higher risk for blood clots with my heart stuff.”
“I have condoms upstairs. First rule: Don’t ever let some fucker talk you out of wrapping up.”
He peels his shirt off, revealing the freckled skin of his muscled abs. I swallow over the lump in my throat as my eyes travel down his defined biceps and shoulders. I want to keep kissing him, to taste every inch of his skin.
He reaches for the hem of the long-sleeved shirt that I stole.
“Do you have any idea how much it messed me up all night, having to see this shirt on you, walking around your family? I’ve never had to hide an erection at such a bad time.”
I shake my head. Warmth spreads up through me at the thought of him getting turned on just because I was wearing his T-shirt.
He suddenly stands, supporting my weight, scooping me up with him. I yelp, my legs clenching around his waist.
“Where are we going?”
“My bed.”
The growl of his voice sends shivers over my skin. I press soft kisses to the side of his neck, my fingers still scraping up through his hair as he carries me up the stairs like I’m weightless.
When we get to his room, he lays me gently on the bed and looks down, as if he’s memorizing the sight. He reaches for the waistband of my leggings and peels them down my legs.
Goose bumps prickle on my thighs once they’re exposed to the cool air. He tosses them on the floor. A shudder runs over him as his eyes travel up my legs and torso before finally meeting my eyes.
“No one can find out about this, Dollface.”
I nod. He pulls open the top drawer of his cedar nightstand and grabs a condom out of an already-opened box. My throat feels tight.
I expect him to put it on, but instead, he sets it on top of the nightstand and starts working to remove his jeans. The erection tenting his underwear draws my eyes like a magnet.
It’s so much bigger than I pictured it. When I felt him on the boat, I was too distracted to try imagining the actual size of it. The boat brings back a flush of embarrassment, and I shrink back on the bed.
He must be telepathic. “I’ve never had a woman make me come in my pants, by the way.” He starts to crawl between my legs.
I gape at him. “You what?”
He kisses the inside of my ankle. “I’ve never had a woman make me come in my pants before.” He kisses the other ankle. “On the boat.”
My mind can’t handle the sensations he’s sending up my legs and process the words he’s speaking at the same time fast enough. He continues his tortuous path up my legs, trading off kisses on each side.
“You … I thought it was only me.” I’m breathless now, the anticipation eating at me.
He shakes his head, a subtle smirk dancing across his lips. “Feeling you finish on my lap made me fill my swim trunks with cum. I had to jump in the lake to rinse it off.”
Another kiss, this one wet and lingering on the tender skin halfway up my thigh. Arousal is building in me, starting to seep through my thong.
I’m leaning back against my hands, but when he travels farther up, I fall back against his pillows. His pine scent wraps around me. I shut my eyes when he brushes a kiss at the very top of my inner thigh, his warm exhale making my entire body quiver with need.
“Please …” I whisper.
“Please what? Use your words, baby.” He pauses his journey upward, making me answer him.
“Please touch me, Sam.”
“Touch you where?”
“Here.” I cup my pussy, needing to ease the ache with stimulation.
He bites my hand.
“Ow!” I yelp, sitting up to glare at him.
“That’s mine. Don’t touch it again unless I tell you to.” His eyes are intense on my face as he dips down, presses his nose to me, and inhales deeply.
My cheeks heat when he lets out a deep groan of pleasure. His fingers slide under the edge of my thong, pulling it away.
I see stars when his tongue makes contact. He drags it from the bottom all the way up to the top, where the warm, wet sensation makes my eyes roll back in my head.
I reach down, gripping his hair with my fingers, like I wanted to do last time.
He devours me. It’s like the first taste unleashed a side of him that’s starving for me.
He sucks, nibbles, and flicks his tongue over my clit until I’m writhing, my legs shaking around his face.
I’m pulling on his hair, trying to ground myself.
His hands move up around my butt, grabbing me and pinning me in place. I’m at his mercy, taking what he gives me. A wave is building inside me with every stroke of his skilled tongue.
“Sam, Sam, Sam …” I pant his name, thinking of all the times I pictured this while alone under my covers with a vibrator.
He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t let up. I can’t form coherent thoughts. He starts sucking then, lapping up all my arousal. I whimper, feeling the wave building higher, threatening to wash over me at any moment.
He hums into my pussy, the vibration making my thighs squeeze his face.
His fingers are digging into my hips as he holds me down, preventing me from jerking away when the sensations become too much.
I want to fight it, but he seems to realize it and holds me tighter.
He spreads my legs back out as if to get better access to me.
My body tenses, thighs clenching around his head again as the warmth in my core overwhelms my senses and crashes over me like a tsunami.
I gasp, giving myself over to it while all my senses swim with the intensity of my orgasm.
He laps at me through it, never breaking contact until I release his hair and lie limply on the bed.
He gently kisses the insides of both my thighs.
I’m spineless, trying to recover from the most intense orgasm of my life. He’s peeling my thong off now, this time tucking it into his nightstand drawer before he grabs the condom.
“You’re gonna have to start giving me an underwear fund at this rate,” I murmur.
He chuckles, and I hear the rip of foil.
I turn to look down, my mouth dropping open when I see him. His dick is beautiful, with thick veins and a smooth head. I want to touch it, to feel how soft the skin is, but it’s too late because he already has the condom out and is beginning to roll it over the top.
“Wait! I want to practice this part.”
He pauses. I admire the arousing sight of his deep V and abs for a few beats before rising to my knees. I’m still wearing his shirt, so I pull that off and unhook my bra.
His dark gaze sweeps over me, and he licks his lips. I reach out for the condom, but he doesn’t remove his hand. His callous fingers wrap around the top of mine, and I note how much bigger his hands are than mine. I try rolling the condom over the head of his dick, but it won’t go.
He guides me through it, sucking in when I brush my hand over him to roll it all the way down. My mouth waters at the sight. I lean back to look at all of him, licking my lips.
“Stop looking at me like that, or I’ll never let you leave this room.” He presses me back against the pillows, looming over me. “It might hurt for a second.”
I nod. He drags the head over the sensitive, swollen part of my clit. It feels so damn good that I whimper.
He repeats the motion three more times, each pass causing my sensitive nerves to scream in protest. I want him in. Now.
My eyes meet his as he finally guides himself to my soaking entrance. His face and chest are flushed. When he starts to push in the first inch, I don’t see how he’ll be able to get it all in.
“It’s too big,” I whimper.
He shakes his head, wrapping his hand around my throat. He leans down, pressing his lips to my ear. “No, it’s not. It’ll fit.” His neck is red. He’s straining, like going this slow is painful for him.
He pushes in another inch before slowly pulling back and going back in. The sensation feels odd, in a good way. Pain and pleasure twirl inside me, equal parts of both. I bite my lower lip.
“You’re doing so good, baby. So good. Breathe. You have to breathe for me,” he coaxes, leaning back again to look into my eyes. His other hand is braced above me, biceps bulging. “God, you look so fucking pretty right now.”
I release a steady exhale. “Just do it. Go all the way in.”
He licks his lips, looking down between us. “It’ll only hurt for a second.”
He sighs, pulling back slightly one more time before shoving himself all the way in with a groan. I gasp, a sharp pain cutting into me. I slam my eyes shut, not wanting him to see that he hurt me.
“Shh, baby. You’re okay. It won’t hurt again. I’m sorry. You’re gorgeous. You’re taking it so good.”
A single tear streams out of the corner of my eye, but he licks it away. He’s staying perfectly still, letting me adjust to his size.
“Take a deep breath for me. Come on, baby.” He’s panting in a way that makes my toes curl.
I finally open my eyes, immediately being met with his intense gaze on me. He leisurely pulls himself out before rocking back in slowly. His lips part, the ecstasy on his face giving me a high I could get addicted to.
I’m making him feel this way.
It still hurts, but the pain is mostly from his size and the discomfort. The fact that it’s him—it’s Sam—slowly fucking me into the oblivion of pleasure makes me not care a single bit.
“You can go faster,” I tell him.
All he needed was permission. His hips speed up, and he starts pumping into me. I watch his face, in awe of how attractive he is. It’s like being fucked by every fantasy I’ve ever had come to life. Sam Seymour is all of them in one, every book boyfriend personified.
“Are you okay?” he asks, slowing down slightly. He cups the side of my face tenderly.
I nod. “It doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s starting to feel … really good.”
He leans down, kissing me as his hips start pounding into me again. I gasp, reaching up to grab his shoulders. I never imagined it could be this intense, this … overwhelming. I suddenly want to cry and tell him that I love him and I always have.
Oh my God, do not say that.