Page 30 of Big Pitch Energy

I slipped my hands into his waistband and slowly pushed his jeans and briefs down in one motion. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, and I caught it in my hand without missing a beat.

Lowering my head, I dragged the tip of my tongue slowly along the full length of his shaft, deliberate and unhurried, tasting the heat of him as he shuddered beneath my touch.

When I reached the top, I let my lips part and took just the tip into my mouth, holding still for three steady, aching heartbeats. Then I began to suck, slow and purposeful, swirling my tongue around the head, teasing him with every flick and pull.

“Shit.” His fingers curled into my hair. “Hope,” he groaned, his voice rough and low. “That feels…unreal.”

I lowered my mouth, taking in as much of him as I could, then pulled back and started all over again. Just as I was settling into a steady rhythm, Sam’s fingers tightened in my hair.

When I pulled back, I saw his face contorted with something that looked like pain. He breathed in slowly, eyes tightly shut, then exhaled. When he opened them again, he gave me a small, shaky smile.

“For a moment there, I thought it was all over.”

“Would that have been the worst thing?” I asked with what I hoped was a sassy smile.

He kicked off his jeans and briefs, never breaking eye contact. Then he flipped me onto my back, settling between my thighs. Dipping his head, he nibbled softly along my collarbone, tracing up to my neck.

“I want to be inside you,” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath trailing goosebumps across my skin.

“There’s condoms in the nightstand drawer.”

He kissed me, slow, deep, and impossible to resist, then pulled back. I got a perfect view of his incredible ass as he leaned over the side of the bed. Then he shifted back onto his knees, a victorious smile spreading across his face as he held up a condom like a trophy. I couldn’t look away as he carefully opened the foil packet and rolled it down his impressive length.

When he moved back over me, he settled on his forearms, his warm breath caressing my skin as he kissed my shoulder. Then his eyes met mine.

He reached down, aligning himself carefully before pushing forward. I bent my knees, letting them fall to the side, as he filled me inch by slow inch. I focused on relaxing every muscle, willing my body to make room for him.

“You okay?” he asked.

I nodded, swallowing a bit. It’s been a long time and he’s very large, so it’s a tight fit.

“Just give me a second.”

Sam stayed still for several heartbeats while I adjusted to every inch of him.

He pulled back slowly, then began to move in steady, deliberate strokes in and out. My body responded, clenching and relaxing with each thrust.

Sliding his hands down to cup my ass, he tilted my hips just right and held me steady as he thrust harder and faster. Every stroke, every grind of his pelvis against my clit, sent waves of electric pleasure crashing through me.

The tingling started deep and spread out, igniting every sensitive spot along the way. My muscles clenched around him, then spasmed so hard I struggled to catch my breath. He slammed into me two more times, and a low growl rumbled from his throat before he collapsed onto me.

We lay there, tangled and still, until our breaths evened out and the heat between us faded into a comfortable warmth. He eased back just enough to press a gentle kiss to my forehead.

“I’ll be right back,” he whispered.

I slid under the covers and curled up against the pillow as he walked to the bathroom, my eyes shamelessly locked on his perfect ass. I’d imagined what it might be like between us, but nothing compared to the reality of what just happened in this bed.

When Sam returned, the view was just as spectacular. He slid under the covers beside me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in until we fit together like two pieces of something whole.

I exhaled, my body soft and languid in the aftermath.

“Just so you know,” I murmured against his chest, “I’m a world-class cuddler.”

He chuckled, the sound low and sexy.

“Good, because I wasn’t planning on letting you go.”

I tipped my head back to look at him and he kissed me slow and deep, like he had something to say that didn’t need words. And maybe he didn’t. Maybe I already knew.

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