Page 66 of Without You, Scotch and Sammy 2

“Sam--”

I shake my head and repeat her words. “Just kiss me, Ricci. I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Shaking her head, she pushes me back and climbs on top. She works my jeans down my thighs, and I nearly combust on the spot. She takes my boxers at the same time, and I groan as soon as my dick springs free and touches the cool air of the room.

Sammy doesn’t bother removing my pants completely, she just unzips her knee-high boots and tosses them aside, then ripping her own jeans and underwear down, she climbs back on quickly, as though she’s scared she’ll lose her nerve.

“I’m on the pill, and I haven’t been with a man since you.”

Jesus. Fuck. Fucking hell. I nod nervously as my heart threatens to explode, and my dick twitches at the thought of being her only. She lifts up over me and palms my dick, and a whimper tears up my throat as her soft skin touches me again. Finally.

She lines me up beneath her, then without hesitation, lowers down onto my shaft, sliding over me smoothly and swallowing me up deliciously.

We both cry out with pleasure. I squeeze her hips tightly, and my chest rises as I breathe in deeply. I wanna blow inside her already. I wanted to blow before she’d even touched me. She continues to lower slowly until she’s sitting on me with all of her weight, then as she lifts again, I hold her hips and help her. I lift her easily, she’s still as delicate and light as she always was, then I slam her down on my cock until our skin slaps together and she cries out at my intrusion. I pick her up and slam her down again, and I watch her tits bounce. I’ve dreamed of this for a long fucking time.

I scissor my legs and spin us so she lands on her back with a sudden ‘oomph,’ then our noses touch and I stare into her beautiful eyes. “I’m clean, Ricci. I haven’t been with a woman since you.”

I couldn’t. I tried, time and time again, I tried. But I couldn’t do it. I don’t wait for her nod. I doubt she could give me one anyway. Her beautiful eyes watch me in shock, but they flutter closed in pleasure and her hands fist the sheets as I slam back inside her. I bury my face in her fragrant neck, sampling her delicate and warm skin, and nipping so roughly her pussy clenches down around me in reaction.

My rough hands mark her, and her pleasure filled pants soothe me. She rakes her nails along my back, scratching and marking me in return, and her scent burns in my lungs. She brands me from the inside out. I can’t shake her, because I breathe her. Sammy wants me, and we fit. We’ve always fit. We were made from the one mold.

I want to be gentler. I want to make love to her like I always dreamed I could again, but my fast hips punish us both and I slam into her in an attempt to brand her on the inside too.

She was always mine, and she had no right to take that away from me. From us both.

I work my tongue along her neck, nipping and biting, then up her jaw until I finally reach her lips. “You’ll never be able to replicate us, Ricci.”

She shakes her head, because she knows I’m right. We’ve both known it all along. Which is why neither of us could move on.

She wraps her legs around my waist, changing the angle we meet, and we both groan with pleasure. I let her hold a lot of my weight. She’s always been so strong, she can handle it. I cover her in every way I can. I love her and vow to be her everything, and I mindlessly slam into her so hard, her body moves up the bed with every slide of my dick.

She closes her eyes and bites her lip, and her pulse throbs in her neck as she moans in pleasure.

“Eyes open, Ricci. Keep ‘em on me.”

Her eyes snap open, focusing on my face barely inches from hers. I’m right here, and she can’t ignore me. Not right now. Not right here. Today, I take back a little of what was stolen from me.

I bring my lips back down to her swollen mouth, and I feast on everything sweet Sammy Ricardo. Her hands come up into my shaggy hair, tugging painfully and pushing me to slam harder against her as my climax builds.

Too soon.

Not ready to finish yet.

I pull away from her, sitting up on my haunches, and like my departure hits her right in the heart, her face drops with disappointment. She throws her arms out to bring me back to her, but shaking my head, I pull her to me, bringing her onto my lap and impaling her so gravity helps me dig deeper inside.

I hold her hips and help her ride me, slower and gentler than before, lifting her and nibbling on her bouncing breasts. “You’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met,” I pant truthfully. “It’s not fair.”

“Not fair,” she agrees. She hug her arms around my head and buries her nose in my hair. “You still smell the same. I’ve missed this.”

I throw her off my lap, then pushing her legs against her chest, I bury my face between her legs and feast. “So do you.”

She cries out so loud, she turns her face into my covers and bites her hand. “Oh my god!”

“You taste like you smell, Ricci. So sweet.”

I press my tongue deep inside her pussy, something I’ve never done to her before, and her back arches off the bed. I move to her clit, suckling on it and pulling it between my teeth, and my fingers move deep inside her, curling against the inside walls as I drag them back out.

“Sam…”

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