Page 97 of Mark my Words

“But he was enjoying the tease, using soft touches and barely-there caresses against her nipples, enjoying the sight of her frustration building, knowing that the release would be much more intense when he got her there.”

I narrowed my eyes and gripped his wrist, pressing his hand firmly where I wanted him.

“She was getting impatient. He could tell from the quick breaths that made her chest heave and how she tried to force his hand...”

“Shut the fuck up, Sam, and quit talking. I can think of better things for you to do with that sexy mouth...”

He chuckled, leaning over me, his hand pressed into the thin material of my panties, my clit throbbing against the tips of his fingers.

“Story time over now?”

“Ya think?” I raised an eyebrow as I leaned onto my elbow, pressing my bare chest against his. I was about to explode...or push his smug ass to the floor and take care of things myself while he watched. That line of thought had merit, but I needed him inside of me right now. However I could get it. It’d been too long.

“How do you want me?” he whispered in my ear as he pressed me back against the bed, one of his hands gripping the hair at the back of my head as his other nudged one of my thighs over so he could settle between my legs.

“I want you to stop talking,” I growled as I nipped at his neck, thrusting my hips up toward his.

“Do you want me to make you come?” His voice was low as he ground against me, the hard bar of his cock pressing against my clit with the movement.

“I’ll do it myself if you won’t,” I challenged, my hand pressing in between our bodies and dipping beneath the waistband of my panties.

He gripped my wrist and pulled my wandering fingers away, pressing them back against the mattress.

“Someone is a little impatient right now,” he chuckled into my skin as his lips teased along my neck, his movements unhurried.

“Someone is being a tease right now,” I growled, bucking my hips into his.

“I thought we weren’t supposed to be sleeping together. What happened to keeping things professional?”

He was being deliberately difficult, but he knew I loved it when he wound me up, took my obsessive need for control, and turned it back on me. It’d been so long since he’d been pressed against me like this. Since he’d been inside of me. Since he’d made me come and kept right on fucking me until I couldn’t breathe anymore. Maybe I’d been incredibly stupid to fight him about what was happening between us, but as he touched me, I found my walls crumbling again. I was defenseless against the depths of my feelings for him, which terrified me more than anything.

“I’m wide awake,” I panted. “We don’t need to sleep together later. I want you to fuck me. Make me come...please.”

No more words were exchanged as he leaned back, pulling my panties from my legs before he buried his face between my thighs. He licked me like a man possessed, growling into my skin as he sucked hard on my clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue until I was free-falling into an intense orgasm, clenching hard against the fingers he’d slipped inside me to push me over the edge.

“God, that was sexy,” he growled, kissing a wet path up my chest, pausing to flick my nipples with his wicked tongue, then snaking a trail up the side of my neck. “You make me so hard. Watching you like that, feeling you against me...”

The hand holding mine to the bed guided my fingers between us, pressing into the unrelenting hardness barely concealed by the material of his boxers.

My fingers wiggled free of his, and I slipped them through the little flap in the front, grasping his hard length and squeezing.

It was my turn.

“She grasped his heavy weight in her hand, enjoying the way his flesh throbbed against her fingers, his hot breath stuttering in her ear. She knew how it felt to have him surging into her, and the ache between her thighs intensified as she imagined him thrusting into her warmth.”

Sam growled into my ear as I started to move, rhythmically pulling his length between my fingers, enjoying the solid weight of him above me. I’d never admit aloud how much I’d missed him over the last several weeks. How it physically hurt to be with him most days and deny myself the pleasure of touching him, even if it was simply to hold his hand.

“Her thoughts as she touched him were wild, thinking about how he felt in her hands, warm and hard like satin stretched over steel. Her mouth watered at the memories of how he felt in her mouth, against her tongue, thrusting as he came down her throat, grunting her name as his hips surged the solid length of his cock between her lips.”

Sam groaned lightly in my ear as he thrust into my hand, my whispered words causing him to swell and harden against my palm. My words were affecting him as much as he had affected me.

“She imagined his big cock inside her, reaching places her fingers, or toys could never touch. Nothing felt as good as he did inside of her. Nothing could replace how his warm body covered hers or how he moved. How he made her feel things she didn’t know she could feel.”

“Fuck, keep going,” he panted as one of his hands grasped my breast, his thumb roughly brushing against my overly sensitive nipple.

“She recalled all the nasty fantasies she’d had about him over the last several weeks as they sat beside each other in endless meetings. About him pulling her into an empty conference room, bending her over a table, and making her cry out his name for everyone in the office to hear.”

“I’m so close,” he panted as his hips pressed into every slick pull of my palm against his cock.

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