Page 78 of Whispers on the Water

Still silent, she lifts both hands above her head and looks down at me with a coy expression.

Oh, yes. She’s sure, and all the blood rushes out of my brain straight down to my cock. I eagerly pull her shirt off, kissing her bare abdomen as I do. Paying special attention to the raised pink scar where they took a chunk of her liver. She is a hero after all and this is my opportunity to worship her for it.

She reaches behind her back and frees her breasts from the bra. With wide eyes, I grab them both, nearly saying aloud, ‘Welcome back, girls.’ But my mouth is too busy to make a fool of me, still kissing every inch of her body that is within reach.

Sam giggles as her timid fingers brush along the bottom of my shirt. Say all the nice things you want about me, but I’m not a patient man when the first sex in months is on the table. I don’t wait for her to undress me. I jump to my feet and tear my clothes off like they’re on fire. While she laughs, I return to her chest. My hungry mouth teasing each nipple in turn.

She brings her hands to the side of my face, lifting me up until my mouths hungrily meet in a fiery kiss.

With a tantalizing motion, she wiggles her hips, and I take the cue to pull down her skirt and panties. Her beautiful body is now on full display. All for me.

And I start to lavish all my attention over her. Giving tender, careful kisses all down her torso.

As I do, a low sound came straight from the depths of my chest. The word mine reverberating through my mind, and my arousal grows, my cock pulsating in my pants as if angry we aren’t already inside her.

Not yet, I tell myself. She’s had a long day, and I want to adore her body—every single inch of it.

I grip under her ass and slide her up. Without warning, I plunge my face into the warmth between her legs. She is already soaking, and I greedily lap at the taste of her.

Weeks have gone by without feeling or tasting her. But now that I have her, all of her again, I’m not going to rush through this reunion. So slowly, I suck and tease, giving her every well-earned stroke of pleasure she deserves. Her legs tense around my head as I lick her clit with the biggest smile.

“More, baby?” I ask. The way her face looks, so blissed out and beautiful, I don’t wait for an answer, and I thrust my fingers inside her. Her mouth drops open, a silent word on her lips. But I see it, and I know what she wants. My other hand reaches around and finds the coil of muscle between her cheeks. With the pad of my thumb, I touch, and she lets out a gasp.

“Yes, Greg. Yes!” she yells. I barely keep my lips on her clit through my joy. I love seeing her like this, so driven by her own pleasure, without any hesitation. My Sam knows what she wants, and she’s not afraid to beg.

But just as I think she’s going to fall over the crest of what promises to be an intense orgasm, she rolls off me. I stroke myself as she lies on her stomach. I’m not quite sure what she wants until she gives me a seductive glance over her shoulder.

For a moment, I allow myself to admire her naked form beneath me. Lowering myself slowly, I let every inch of my body spread over her back, my cock bulging against her perfect ass.

“Greg…” she moans out, her voice already at the pitch I love to hear.

“Yes, my love?” I’m grinding against her but not entering yet, just reveling in the soft feel of her skin against my body.

“I want you,” she says, her face buried into the pillows as she let out another loud moan.

“Where, my love?” Her legs split apart, inviting me inside. She is baring herself to me, not any hint of shyness or reservations. All of it is for me. My eyes go wide, and I grab onto one of her thighs, spreading her entrance even wider.

With a gentle touch, I brush my crown against the inside of her legs, and her whole body shivers. “Now, Greg!” Sam snaps. I chuckle at her demand but won’t give her what she wants just yet. Leaning down, I run both hands along her sides until they find their place at the crook of her hips.

I let my tip brush against her wet lips, precum glistening along my twitching cock as I do.

“Greg!” she yells, and I know she isn’t going to wait any longer. I draw my hips back and flick myself forward again. My entire length thrusts inside her folds, from tip to hilt. It’s so tight and warm, so right. I hold it there, fully inside, my head tilted back as I try to regain some control.

I like to think of myself as Superman or some sort of sex god, but right now, If I move even a millimeter, I know I’ll burst.

But she tilts her pelvis and arches her back, forcing that beautiful friction between us. The sounds she makes as she does, so desperate for more, makes my body tense with pleasure. I lean forward and put my hand under her stomach. She immediately winces and tightens around me, but not in a good way.

“You okay?” I ask, immediately pulling out.

“Sorry, just sore on my stomach. Can we just erm, go missionary?” She laughs a little at the question as if she is embarrassed, but I am more than happy to oblige. She flips onto her back, and I decide teasing her is no longer an option. The woman is a goddamn hero for how she saved her nephew, and if she needs something, I’ll deliver it, no matter the request or reason.

Her hand trails down her torso, tracing a line to the space between her thighs. She teases herself with her fingers, rubbing small circles as her eyes close. I swat her hand away and tisk.

“My job, Samantha.” I replace her fingers with my own and let my cock ease inside her. If she needs gentle, I’ll give it to her as softly and lovingly as possible. Hands brush down her body, from shoulder to thigh, until I hook my powerful fingers beneath her knee and raise her leg onto my waist. “This okay?” I ask.

“Yes, Greg. More,” she says.

Pressed together, Sam squeezes her thigh around me, her other foot resting on my ass. Holding her against my chest, I pump into her with long, sweet strokes.

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