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He leaned forward, a soft kiss halting my words.
“The things I want to do to you,” he whispered against my ear, before sitting up and unbuttoning his shirt, slowly and deliberately.
The anticipation was almost enough to make me come as Sam revealed his beautiful toned body, his tattoos moving with each ripple of his muscles. I thrust my hips forward trying to entice him to do all those things he was thinking about and he knew I was desperate and gave me a knowing smile as I whimpered with need.
“You sure about this?” he asked as his hand went to the button of his jeans.
I nodded. I was more than sure. I knew it wasn’t going to be the love affair of the century, it would be one night and that would be all, but in that moment I wanted it. I wanted him more than anything. More than the pain I would feel when he acted like it hadn’t happened. More than the jealousy I would endure when he moved on with someone else. More than the shame I would feel when it hit me how rash I’d been. More than anything I needed him to fuck me. Help me to forget about the fear I’d felt for those hours that Frankie had been missing.
His eyes looked over every inch of me as I lay there in nothing but my underwear, waiting expectantly for him to undress. Finally, he unzipped his jeans and lowered them over his slim hips revealing his magnificent abdominal V. I’d seen them on guys in pictures before, when Denny had been lusting after them on the internet in the office, but never had I seen one in the flesh. I’d caught a hint of it when he’d taken Frankie swimming, but up close I simply needed to lick my tongue along it, appreciating it as if it was the best ice cream I’d ever tasted.
While I admired him lustfully, Sam climbed off the sofa and dropped his jeans to the floor, stepping out of them and toeing off his socks. He stood over me, giving me time to stare at his amazing body, his definition perfected from his years of swimming and his hard muscles perfected from I had no idea how. I licked my lips and as Sam prowled toward me his desire for me was evident in his hard, smooth dick and memories of what he was capable of in bed poked at my desire, making me wetter.
My eyes followed his every move, watching him bend forward and grab my ankles. He swung my legs around and pulled me gently so that my bum was on the edge of the seat and my feet on the floor. As I pushed into a sitting position, he kneeled down in front of me and spread my legs.
“Get rid of the bra, Maisie.”
His voice was deep and full of meaning so swallowing hard, I reached behind me and unclasped it, letting the straps fall down my arms. The pink satin and lace dropped onto my lap and with the look of wonderment in Sam’s eyes, I let out a gasp of excitement.
“Now the knickers,” he commanded.
Mesmerised by his voice, I lifted my hips and slowly dragged my underwear down, and with every inch I kept my gaze on Sam who was fisting his rock hard cock. The sight of his hand wrapped around himself made my breath quicken and evoked a need in me that I’d never experienced before.
I knew at that moment I would do whatever he asked of me. I was relaxed from the vodka, but drunk on him. I was frantic for his touch, to have his mouth on me, to have him inside of me.
Keeping his eyes fixed on me, Sam bent forward and kissed along the inside of my thigh while his large hands covered mine as they gripped the sides of the seat cushion.
“I’m going to make you come so hard,” he whispered against my skin. “So fucking hard.”
I couldn’t formulate any words, I was too engulfed by the need and desire that Sam evoked in me and when his tongue reached my clit and gave it one long lick, it took my breath away.
“Sam,” I gasped, thrusting my hips upwards.
He moved his hands to my thighs, pulling them wider so he could edge forward and take my tiny bundle of nerves into his mouth and suck on it. When I let out a throaty moan, he inserted two fingers inside of me and moved them with a steady rhythm. I felt as though my body was on fire as waves of pleasure swelled inside of me. With each thrust I moved my hips forward, desperate for more, threading my fingers into his hair and pushing his head against me.
When I thought I was going to explode, Sam moved back and in one swift move pulled me from the sofa and down, hard, onto his dick, the shock and pleasure causing me to cry out. My legs wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck and I clung to him as he used his strength to move me up and down. His fingertips dug into my waist as a slick sheen of sweat formed between us, our low moans mixing with the noise of our naked bodies as they slapped together.
“Fucking hell.” The words fell from Sam’s mouth. Breathing heavily, his strong, corded muscles continued to do all the work.
It was fast and hard and every time he went back inside of me, his dick caused a ricochet of pleasure. Every part of me was sparking. I was a tinderbox getting ready be set alight.
“Sam.” My orgasm hit me and stripped me of air, of logical thinking, and my senses.
I had never come so hard in my life. Never felt so much, been so consumed – ever.
As I cried out, Sam began synchronising his hips with the driving force of his arms, slamming me down onto him. Another wave mingled with the first that had still not ebbed away and the pleasure of the pain was too much to take.
“Oh my god.”
Sam groaned loudly and called out something indecipherable as he came inside me. His hands moving to the small of my back to push me closer to him as he drove his hips up in the final throes of his own orgasm.
With both of us breathing heavily, I linked my arms around his neck and dropped my forehead to his shoulder that was damp with the sweat of his exertions.
“Wow,” I said, my body heaving and rubbing my sensitive nipples against Sam’s chest.
“You’re not joking,” Sam replied, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing me softly underneath my ear. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”
We sat joined and entwined for what could have been hours, I had no idea because at some point my eyes closed and I fell into a peaceful slumber. I wasn’t totally asleep because I felt it when Sam lifted to his feet and carried me to the sofa. I heard when he gave a quiet groan as he pulled out of me and I snuggled closer to him when he laid us both down and pulled one of the blankets I’d brought downstairs for him, over the top of us.
