Page 98 of So Wild

“I want this to be real,” she whispered. “I want the first time to feel as real as we can make it.”

Scott knew exactly what she meant. “We need a location change. Your bedroom’s a bit far, but I have just the place.”

He carried her to the living room where his leather couch was waiting. She kissed along his neck and when he laid her down, she gave a sexy little squeal of surprise.

“Come here,” she said, holding up her arms. “Come back on top of me.”

And so he did. He lay down on her and when they kissed, it was as much a homecoming as playing the drums had felt. They made out until his cock was just one big throb, but Scott didn’t try to take things further. He could feel that Sam was excited, but the fantasy dictated he keep things slow. They were kids, neither of them had had sex. He would have been happy just to kiss her, especially since her dad and sisters would have been around, and he had no idea how to make a girl come. The pressure of it would have sent him into the most pleasurable kind of panic.

“Galahad,” Sam whispered. “It hurts between my legs.”

“Do-do you want me to stop?”

“No.” She took his hand and pressed it between her thighs. She was wearing lacy underwear and everything he touched was wet. He closed his eyes. “You want me that much?”

She kissed his jaw. “I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember, Scott. Can you…touch me there?”

“Fuck yes.” Scott rubbed her gently, sending sparks skittering through her.

“Can you tell me what to do?”

Sam’s eyes rolled back in her head. “A little harder?”

He rubbed harder, moaning into Sam’s hair at the feel of her wetness. “I want you to come so bad.”

“Me too.”

She opened the buttons on her old school dress, exposing a translucent black lace bra. Scott moaned, leaning forward to suck on a raspberry nipple. Sam whimpered. “Scott, I think I’m going to…”

He rubbed harder, pressing his hand between her thighs. “Come. Come on me. I want to feel it.”

But Sam tugged his hand away. “That felt so good, but I don’t want to finish that way. Could we maybe…?”

“Do you want me to kiss you there?”

“No.” She pulled out a single white square out of her skirt pocket. “Can we have sex?”

Scott swallowed. Sex, sex with Samantha DaSilva. He’d spent almost his whole life wanting this. Could now be the right time? He looked up, as though hoping something, or someone, could give him an answer. What he saw was his new apartment, the boxes piled up, the smoke and chrome drum kit he’d been playing fifteen minutes ago, when this wasn’t even a possibility.

“Scott…” Sam’s hand ghosted over his jaw. “I know it’ll be our first time, but I want it to be now. With you.”

It was a beautiful lie. It glowed so gorgeously, it seemed to fade the ink on Sam’s skin, taking them back to August 17, 2006, to her bedroom where they might have, if things had been different, lost their virginity together.

Scott took the condom from her and shoved it into his shorts pocket. He returned his hand to the wet space between her legs. Only this time he pulled aside the strip of material and slipped a finger inside her, watching as her eyes rolled back. “I could make you come like this, Sammy. I could finish you off and then go down on you.”

“No,” she moaned. “I want to have sex.”

“I don’t know, it’s a big responsibility. What if you’re not ready?”

She glared at him, but he could tell she was amused. His virginity had been such a source of amusement to her, it felt good to give a little teasing back. At least it did until her hand found his cock once more.

“Can I see you? All of you?”

Smirking a little, Scott stood up and stepped out of his shorts and underwear as efficiently as possible. When he was naked he straightened up, fisting a hand around his throbbing cock. “By ‘all of me’, did you mean this?”

“Kind of.” Sam scanned him, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. “It’s so…pretty.”

Scott laughed. “Thanks?”

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