I reach behind his head and hold him there, relishing every lick and suck.Feels so good.
Sam’s hand moves around to the fly of my jeans as he gives the other nipple attention. I know he’ll struggle with the button, so I take matters into my own hands.
“I got it,” I whisper. I roll away and onto my back, and peel off my jeans and wrangle with my underwear until they’re both free from my legs. I rid Sam of his shorts and straddle him once more.
We’re bared to each other. This is the moment when I thought I’d be reaching for the light switch, preferring to continue in the dark. But I want the light on. I want to see all of Sam, and bare every part of me, my soul, to him. No secrets—no insecurities.I’m his.
“You sure?” he asks, his voice wavering.
He’s hard beneath me. I slide against his length, the wetness between my legs making each movement heaven. “I want you, Sam. More than my next breath. More than anything.”
I tilt my hips and reach for him, guiding him inside of me. Inch by inch, I slide down, letting Sam fill me. Black and white specks mar my vision as I take all of him.
“Fark,” Sam growls. “Janie, you …”
I devour his words with my kiss and rock my hips as our tongues dance. With each roll of my pelvis, Sam slides in and out. I revel in the feeling of us finally reaching this point. To have such intimacy. It feels more incredible that I dared to dream. The more our bodies move in sync the more my heart cracks open wide, letting Sam in.He’s here to stay.
Sam growls and digs his fingers into my hips to hold me still. “A little slower, babe,” he pants against my lips. His head angles back, and blue eyes stare deep into mine.He sees me. “I wanna savour every moment.”
I reduce the pace, taking my time to enjoy each movement up and down. Sam fills me. Over and over. Closer to the edge. He places his fingers where we join and rubs at my clit, pushing me further toward the point of no return.
Sam groans deep in his throat. His hand falters. Sensing his frustration, I help guide his fingers and press them against my clit. With each desperate swirl, my core tightens until I reach the point where I might scream. Sam bucks beneath me, gripping my hip with his free hand.
“Sam,” I choke out. “Oh, god.”
Heat bursts from my insides, and I come hard against our entwined fingers. I sweep my trembling hands to his face and kiss him with all I’ve got as I ride out my orgasm. I want to cry and laugh and curse all at the same time. This feeling inside is like light and dark and technicolour coming together in an explosion of nerve endings. As promised, Sam has my whole body singing, but my heart sings the loudest of all.
“Janie,” Sam cries against my lips. He thrusts into me a final time and pulses deep inside. In a shattered blissful mess, my chest collapses against his. Aftershocks of our orgasm continue to pulse through my body. I press a kiss to his neck. His racing pulse beats against my lips.
“I wanna say ‘I love you’ right now, but it wouldn’t cut it. The words aren’t enough. You’re just everything, Janie. This. Us. This is my everything.”
I press a featherlight kiss to his mouth. “You’re my everything, too.”