Page 74 of Musical Games
He shook his head with a laugh. ‘You’re, you’re—’
‘Well prepared?’
He took the condom from her and put it on the desk. He swallowed, still out of breath. ‘You’re everything.’
Her cheeks turned a deeper pink and she smiled shyly at him. He trailed a finger down the line of her neck and across her collarbone. With each rise of her chest, his cock swelled harder. He hooked inside the top of her dress and she gasped.
‘Can I?’
‘Fuck, yes,’ she breathed.
He could feel goosebumps prickle under his touch and his mouth watered. He worked her dress lower, the sound of their desperate breaths filling the space. Her breasts fell free, the nipples hard.
‘Jesus Christ, Sam.’ He stared, frozen, his heart beating out of control.
She arched towards him. ‘Please, Jamie.’
He fell on them, licking, sucking, rolling the pebbled ends as she cried out. Every sound she made was the sweetest music to his ears. He drew his hips back. He couldn’t have any friction, or it would be game over. He didn’t want to come until he was buried inside her.
She was clutching his hair, gasping his name, pulling him closer. He ran a hand up the outside of her thigh, letting out a guttural cry as he discovered she wasn’t wearing underwear. He sank to the floor and pushed her legs apart, hooking under her thighs and pulling her onto his mouth, licking into her hot sweetness.
‘Jamie, Jamie, Jamie, oh god.’
Each time she moaned his name, blinding light rushed through him. He’d never felt so good, so powerful, so right. He sucked her clitoris and she cried out.
‘Yes, yes, Jamie, yes.’
There was no need to be quiet. No one could hear them. He wanted to make her scream. Her legs were trembling and he gripped them tighter. He fucked into her with his tongue, as deep as he could go, then flicked her clit with fast licks. He sensed she was close when her legs shook and her voice went higher. He shook his head, vibrating his tongue and growled. She clamped her thighs to his head and screamed his name, convulsing around him, her orgasm pulsing against his mouth. He held her, licked her, loved her as she undulated beneath him. When her legs went soft, she pulled on his hair.
‘Jamie, I need you inside me.’
He stood, unbuckled his kilt and let it drop to the floor. She rolled the condom over him. His breath hissed through his clenched teeth. He had to control himself. He had to make it good for her. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around him.
She tugged his mouth to hers, her tongue diving in as she positioned herself and sank her weight down. He broke the kiss with a cry. The feeling was overwhelming. She was so tight, so sweet. Her body entwined around him, taking him until he thought he would go blind with pleasure. He backed her against the nearest wall, one hand behind her back, the other under her bottom. The scrape of the old plaster against his forearms, the abrasion, helped distract from the feelings of her squeezing his cock. She was circling him, trying to pull him deeper.
‘Jamie, more. Please.’
He held her to him and thrust. She gripped around his neck.
‘Yes!’
He pumped up into her, again and again, harder and harder until she was shaking and tightening. He pounded against the wall, hanging on by a thread, the fuse lit, a line of fire burning its way to the base of his spine.
‘Fuck! I’m going to come. Jamie! Oh god, Jamie.’
She bit his neck and screamed as she stiffened around him.
He let go with a roar, pumping his release deep inside her. Light shot up his spine, obliterating everything in its path. Her muscles milked him dry, contracting around him, pulling out every ounce of pleasure.
‘Sam, Sam, Sam.’ He could hear his voice, but it seemed very far away.I love you, I love you, I love you.
His eyes were pinched shut with pain. How could he live without her? How could life ever be anything but empty without her?Hold it together. He drew in shuddering breaths, stroking her hair, raining soft kisses down the curve of her neck. She pulled back, looking stunned.
‘Jamie, that was…’ She shook her head and let out a laugh. ‘Fucking hell, Jamie. I think you’ve broken me.’
He smiled. ‘I think you broke me the first time we met.’
She giggled. ‘A wee lass like me?’
