Page 89 of Surprised By Love

He reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a condom. I go to take it from him and he shakes his head. “I’m sitting on a hair trigger here, baby. Trust me.”

I giggle.

“Now get back on that bed.” He winks.

I do as he asks and slide back on the bed, not taking my eyes off him. I never realized how sexy it was to watch a man cover himself with a condom. Damn, I can’t wait to feel him inside me. My heart is racing in anticipation.

He crawls onto the bed and settles between my open thighs.

He leans down and kisses me, his erection pressed up against my pelvis. I instinctively reach between us.

He lifts himself and I guide him in. He is long and thick, so I prepare myself. I’m expecting a little resistance, but as he enters me, I suck in a breath, feeling myself stretching to accommodate him. I bite my lip as he pushes in a little farther and I spread my legs wider, giving him more room.

He withdrawals and pushes in again. That alone feels better than what I remember with Derek. Maybe having had an orgasm first helped. I’m sure that isn’t the reason, but whatever it is, I like it.

He lifts himself and places his hand between us, his thumb finding the tight and swollen spot, and he circles it. I feel myself tightening around him.

There is no way I can come again so quickly. The more he moves in and out of me and the way he is moving his thumb, the more I have a feeling I’m wrong. He takes my hand and places it where his was. “You do it.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Yes, you can. I have other plans for my hands. Just for a bit.”

I do what he asks, although I feel weird doing this in front of him. When he stops moving, I look up and see the look on his face. I know it’s a good thing.

“That is so damn hot.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah. Keep doing that.” He pulls out and pushes back in again. Each time a little faster, and I can feel him going in deeper with each thrust. It feels so damn good. My fingers on my clit and him deep inside me feels better than I could ever imagine.

“So. Hot,” he murmurs as he leans forward and kisses me with so much passion. I have never been kissed like this before. I thought our kisses before were passionate, but nothing compared to this.

His tongue slides inside and meets mine with a desperate, almost frantic motion. Tongues duel as I move my fingers around my already sensitive spot. I moan loudly, but it’s muffled by his mouth on mine. He moves his lips down and takes a tight nipple into his mouth and sucks hard. I moan louder. “Oh, God.”

“Yeah?” he asks, almost as breathless as I felt.

“Uh-huh”

He braces himself with his hands on either side of me, and he moves faster. The faster he moves, the faster I move my fingers. I’m almost there; I can feel the pressure building up inside me again.

I remove my hand and grab his shoulders, swinging my legs around his hips to draw him closer. He thrusts in harder, deeper, faster. I lose control as the first ripple of pleasure passes over me. I scream his name as my muscles inside squeeze around him and my nails dig deep into his skin.

He opens his eyes and looks into mine as his release hits. He stills, and I can feel him throbbing inside of me. Letting out a groan from deep inside, he whispers my name, “Sam.” He slides in and out a few more times as my muscles spasm, pulling out every ‌bit of his release.

He collapses next to me. Kissing my lips softly. “You lied.” He smiles.

“I did?” I say, turning my face away, confused as to what I could’ve lied about.

He takes my chin in his thumb and forefinger and turns it back to him. “Yes. You said you weren’t good at the sex thing. Baby, you are amazing. No. Magnificent.”

I giggle, and the heat rises to my cheeks. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” He smiles, showing off his damn dimples.

I giggle, then shake my head. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Of course.” He props himself upon one elbow so he’s looking down at me.

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