Page 45 of Surviving You, Scotch and Sammy 1

“Okay.”

“This is the last bit, okay? I can feel it. I can feel you stopping me. Are you ready?”

I nod nervously, lift my legs up higher and wrap them around his hips. Sam’s eyes snap closed and his breath rushes out. “Hey,” I mimic him. “Eyes.”

His laugh cracks as his eyes come back to mine. “You feel so good, Ricci. I might actually die, and that would be okay.”

“It wouldn’t be okay with me,” I tell him defiantly. I take a deep breath, then another, then nodding nervously, I tell him, “I’m ready.”

His brows pinch together as though this hurts him like it does me, but he pushes forward quickly for the last stretch. I cry out as the sharp sting takes away all the pleasure I’d felt up until that point. Tears well in the corners of my eyes and spill over the side, but Sam’s lips dive down quickly and he kisses them away.

“I’m sorry,” he chants. “I’m so sorry, Ricci.” His hips remain still, but his inaction seems to pain him as much as his action pains me. My body stretches around him, adjusting to the painful intrusion, and my heart throbs in my chest, in love and fear. “I’m so sorry, Sammy,” he says again as my breath catches in my throat, but as he starts to pull back, I grab his ass in my hands and hold him down.

“Don’t pull out now,” I laugh nervously. “We just got past the painful part. Don’t undo it now.”

“I’m so sorry, Ricci.”

“It’s okay.” I remove my hands, then consciously relaxing my tense legs, I nod my head. “Go now.”

“No--”

I nod and squeeze my inside muscles like I never knew I could, and he groans as his face drops into my hair. His hips push forward without his permission, and though it still hurts a little, the sting has gone.

“It’s okay, Sam. You’re not hurting me anymore. Start again.”

He doesn’t lift his head from my neck, he just buries his face in my hair and nibbles on the side of my throat, but his hips pull back, slowly dragging along the ridges inside me, and after a short pause at the end, he starts back in again. He grunts out with pleasure, and I remind myself this is his first time too. I was so focused on myself and my first time, I forgot he was just as new as I am. “Is this okay?”

He lets out a strangled laugh, and as his hips press into mine again, he nods his head. “This might be the single most amazing feeling I’ve ever experienced in my life.” His face comes back and his gaze meets mine. His hips speed, and a small kindling fire begins to warm inside me. The sting is almost forgotten, and a new sensation washes over me. “I told you, Ricci. I told you we were a perfect fit.”

Experimenting with all brand new experiences and feelings, I tighten my legs around his hips and lift my bottom when Sam meets me with an inward thrust, and we both let out pleasure filled gasps when we slam together at our cores. I nod in agreement. “Perfect fit.”

“Does this feel good, Sammy?”

“Yeah.”

“Will you orgasm again for me? I need to know how to help you.”

“I…” I lift my hips again, and though the fire spreads and warms, I’m not sure if it’s going to be enough. “I dunno.”

His movements quickly become frantic and less coordinated. “I need you to go again. I need to make you feel good.”

“This feels good.” I lift my hips again. Our bodies slam together and he lets out a frustrated grunt. “This feels really good,” I pant out.

“I’m nearly done, Ricci. I need you to--” His hips piston faster and faster, but not even thirty seconds later, his grunting turns to a desperate cry and his hands grow strong and tight. His face falls into my hair and his breath pants and warms my skin. “I’m so sorry.”

Disappointment washes over me momentarily, because I was finally feeling something that could be described as pleasant, but I push it away quickly at the devastation in Sam’s voice.

My hands come up to his face and my fingers thread into his hair. “It’s okay.”

“I finished too soon.”

“It felt good. And I got to finish when you used your mouth.” A new tingling sensation trickles through my blood at the reminder, and I groan when Sam’s penis jumps and swells inside me.

“I’ll make up for it in a minute, I swear.”

“It’s okay.” I scratch his scalp gently, and despite his self-disappointment, he purrs and stretches into me. “I love you, Sam.”

He drops a kiss against my chest, just above my specially mentioned freckles, then he drops his face into my neck again and silently requests more head scratches. “I love you too, Sammy. I love you with my whole heart.”

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