Page 44 of Surviving You, Scotch and Sammy 1

“This is my first time too, Ricci. I think I already came in my shorts twice. I don’t know how this’ll go, but I promise to make it good for you.”

“It’ll be good, Sam. It’s okay.”

“I’m just saying,” he continues to kiss my thigh. “I’ll make sure this is good for you, and I promise to be gentle.”

“What is it you’ve told me a million times?”

His eyes snap up to mine, and the fierceness shines dangerously. “That I love you.”

I smile softly. “That, and that we were made for each other. We’ll be a perfect fit. We’ll be perfect together.”

His eyes scrunch closed and he lets out a low rumbling groan. “I think I just came a third time.”

I giggle softy, but lower my leg and lean forward until our lips meet again. I cup his face and pull him toward me, and once he relents and moves forward, I lie back slowly and bring him over top of me. We both groan when his weight rests on me, then he continues to kiss me and fights his jacket off and tosses it to the floor.

His shaking hands venture up and he lifts his chest from mine, and with a hesitant glance into my eyes, his left hand cups my breast and he lets out a rattling breath. “I’ve wanted to touch these for a loooong time, Ricci.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“‘Cause that would be rude.” His lips drop down onto mine, but he keeps his weight suspended so he can continue to knead my sensitive breast. My hand stretches down between us and we both hiss when I accidentally graze his erection. He buries his face in my hair and starts nibbling at the warm skin behind my ear.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t ever be sorry for touching my dick, Ricci. You have my permission to do that any time you want. Ever. That invitation never expires.”

I giggle and begin fighting his zipper. “Okay.”

“I’m not kidding. You need it on a card or something? I could laminate it.”

Sam has a gift for relaxing me, making me giggle in a totally non-giggling moment. “No, I doubt I’ll forget. It’s okay.”

“Just lemme know if you need it. I’ll whip it up right away.”

“I’ll let you know.” My giggling cuts off and we both hiss as my hand finally reaches the bare skin of his penis, and my hand gets squashed between us as his hips press down heavily against me. He lifts again instantly, freeing me, but he jumps away from me quickly, shocking my system at his swift movement.

He stands at the foot of the bed between my legs with his erection pointing right at me. He tugs his pants down and rips his shirt from his body and tosses it to the floor. He kicks his shoes off and they slam against the wall noisily, then dropping to his knees again, he doesn’t give me time to object before he tugs my panties down and starts kissing me right over top of where my heartbeat seems to be centered.

I cry out and squeeze his head between my legs as his tongue comes out daringly. Not only am I a virgin, but I’ve done nothing like this before. The feelings steamrolling through my body are as foreign to me as anything could possibly ever be, but his actions have a pleasant heat washing through my veins and pulsing low in my belly.

My hips buck wildly, but Sam’s strong hands hold me steady as his tongue works a magic I’m sure no man could wield on his first attempt. His large hands stroke my hip bones, and my breasts bounce from my attempts to drag in deep breaths and my bucking movements. Bare minutes after he dropped to his knees, I have the most urgent need to pee rush through my body, and though I try and shuffle away, Sam’s strong hands refuse to relent. I cry out as fire and ice and magic and devastation wash through my body. I don’t know whether I want to laugh or cry, but I do neither as Sam jumps up from his kneel and climbs back on top of me and his naked skin brushes along mine. Tears literally form in the corners of my eyes as my system overloads with sensations, but his soft and fragrant lips press down over mine and wash away everything except him.

“I don’t know how long this will last, Ricci. I don’t even know if I’ll make it all the way inside you before I finish, but I promise to be gentle.”

I nod mutely, so with another quick peck on my lips, his right hand comes down between us and he maneuvers his penis until I feel the tip brush along my opening. I was excited and pleasured and relaxed, but the instant he touches me, my body tenses up with anxiety and my eyes snap to his. I’m terrified. Despite my bravery speech minutes ago, I’m calling my own bluff. Maybe we won’t fit. Maybe we’re not made for each other.

“Hey.” Sam’s hand comes back up to my face, drawing my eyes. “I won’t hurt you. I’ll never hurt you.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t take your eyes off mine, okay? I wanna see them the whole time.”

“Okay.”

“I love you, Ricci.” He nudges inside just a half inch, but instantly the stretch begins and my eyes snap closed. “Hey,” he demands. “Eyes. I told you I love you. What do you say, Ricci?”

My eyes flutter open as he nudges another inch or so. I swallow as the sting begins low and sharp, but I breathe out softly. “I love you too.”

“We were made for each other.” He pushes further inside me. “Made for each other, Ricci. This has to work, because the gods made us at the same time. They made us from the same puzzle. We have to fit.”

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