Page 41 of Mark my Words

“So beautiful,” he murmured as he finally poised the tip at my entrance, thrusting it inside teasingly a few times before pressing forward, seating it deep inside me. The vibrations increased, the toy pulsing and buzzing as he skillfully manipulated the controls, driving me closer and closer to release until...

“Oh, God...” I moaned as he turned up the intensity of the small rabbit, the ears insistently pressing against my clit as he twisted the toy, pulling out momentarily before thrusting it back inside. Sam even knew how to manipulate my toy with more skill than I did, using it to draw out my pleasure, getting me to the edge before pulling it back and lowering the settings, causing me to thrash against the bed as I got closer and closer to release.

I could hardly breathe as he worked me up, pushing me toward the brink and changing direction, teasing me until I was moaning loudly, trying to close my thighs to keep it in place. But he had other ideas, one hand pressing my thigh to the mattress as he began to fuck me with the toy earnestly, pushing the intensity to the highest setting and then holding it inside me, twisting it side to side as my pulse pounded. Finally, I detonated against the pressure, calling out his name as my hips shot up, writhing against him as I came apart.

The vibrations stopped abruptly, a dull thud sounding against the floor. I couldn’t open my eyes, still buzzing with pleasure as I felt Sam’s strong hands grasp the backs of my thighs, pulling me down the bed slightly. The sound of a crinkling condom wrapper and Sam’s soft groan only intensified my excitement as I waited for what came next.

My eyelids fluttered open as I felt him stretch above me, his warm bare skin doing nothing to calm the fire I felt racing through my veins.

Sam’s eyes were dark in the dimly lit room, glittering with quiet intensity as he leaned in and kissed me. His hips aligned with mine, and his rigid cock pressed inside me as he plunged his tongue into my mouth, his lips moving feverishly as he drove his hips forward into me.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he turned his face, leaving me gasping against his cheek as his fingers weaved with mine, holding them to the pillow as Sam flexed his hips insistently, pressing me down into the mattress as he chased his release. “You are so fucking sexy when you come.”

“Oh, God,” I moaned as my hips pressed up toward his, something explosive building as I felt him drive us both toward an intense peak. It’d always seemed like some cheesy romance novel cliché when authors described couples orgasming simultaneously.

I was wrong. So, so wrong.

As Sam captured my lips again, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, he drove my body right over the cliff again, my head pressing back into the pillow as my hips pulsed frantically against his. He groaned in my mouth as my body clenched around him, setting him off, his cock throbbing deep inside me.

I didn’t like to admit it, but I was wrong about sex not being worth the trouble. With Sam, it was worth it. It was worth everything to feel the weight of him as I pulsed around his hard flesh.

And that scared the shit out of me.

But not enough to stop.

SAM

BOSTON

Something shifted when she opened her eyes. The walls were gone, even for just a moment, and she was with me, utterly present as I pressed inside her. Afraid of what else I’d confess to her in the throes of passion, I kissed her with abandon, surrendering myself to the feel of her body. She was slick and tight, hugging me exactly right as I thrust inside, close to exploding but wanting to prolong her pleasure.

There was something about being able to watch her fully as I used the toy on her, not distracted by the sensations in my own body, but as she started coming, it was hard to keep myself from following her simply from watching. I’d succumbed fantastically only moments after getting inside her, emptying myself into the condom while she pulsed around me.

Tonight’s events had steered us in a dangerous direction. Even though Kristine’s brother was a smarmy douche, I’d seen inside the walls. She was vulnerable despite the intensity of her words. I could see the broken woman desperate to find her way in the world, pushing back against the pressures of her uncaring family. It was such a stark contrast to the loving home I’d grown up in, and it made my heart ache for her.

“Why are you so quiet?” she whispered, tracing a small circle around my nipple. It almost tickled, but I liked her hands on me. Maybe the sleep snuggling hadn’t been an anomaly. Kristine was curled against my side, tucked under my arm as I lay in the middle of her ridiculously comfortable bed.

“Hmm,” I hummed as I turned my face into the top of her head, inhaling the scent of whatever products she’d used to style her hair. “Just enjoying this.”

It was the truth. I was enjoying this new closeness. She kept me at arm’s length so often that being able to hold her felt good. All the reasons to stay away from her disappeared whenever I spent time with her alone. The potential problems the possibility of promotion would surely cause between us didn’t seem to register. I wanted her, and she wanted me, and it seemed easy.

“He’s no one,” she whispered into my skin, kissing my side as her legs wound around my thigh.

“Who?”

“Trevor.”

“Kristine...”

Her head shook, the loose strands of her hair rubbing against my arm. “I’m serious. He’s the eldest son of my mother’s best friend. She tried to get me to date him, but there’s a reason he’s still single and over thirty.”

“Is he gay? Like you told your brother I was?“ What sane man would let Kristine slip through his fingers?

“No, definitely not,” she laughed, squeezing my side as she tilted her head to look up at me. “He’s a jackass who screws all his secretaries and is looking for a submissive woman to be his baby factory while he fucks anything under twenty-five in a skirt. He’s a disgusting pig with a small dick.”

“You slept with him?”

Her giggling surprised me. “Oh, fuck no, but good ol’ Trev pressed his hips into me while we were waiting outside a club, and I was underwhelmed.”

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