Page 61 of Soulmates

“I’ve waited nearly ten years to taste these lips. We’re just getting started.”

“What if I want to return the favor?”

He groaned. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

I couldn’t hold back my grin. “I want to taste you too.”

“Later,” he said. “It’s my turn right now.” He didn’t wait for me to respond before going back to making out with my pussy.

“Holy crap.” There was something incredibly hot about seeing Sam on his knees in front of me, eating me out like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted. He glanced up at me through his bangs, dark eyes swirling with heat and desire. He was so gorgeous he took my breath away. Or maybe that was what his tongue was doing to my most intimate parts.

My climax hit me faster and harder this time. He’d accused me of trying to kill him, but I was pretty surehewas the one who was going to killme.

He leaned back and met my gaze as he slowly lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked my juices off them. “You okay there?”

I couldn’t get in enough air to answer him. My entire body was thrumming in the most delicious way possible. I’d never felt so relaxed in my life.

Sam stood, pulling me close against his chest. “Talk to me, Siren. Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect,” I managed to whisper.

His hand stroked over my hair. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” It was the first time I’d heard him ever sound unsure.

I pulled back to look at him. “You didn’t hurt me at all. It felt incredible.”

This was a side of Sam I’d never expected. In all the times I’d seen him, he’d always been so in control and sure of everything. He’d never struck me as the type to second-guess his mad skills in the bedroom.

I reached out and ran my fingers over his cheek, feeling the scratch of his stubble on the pads of my fingertips.

“Is it later yet?” I asked.

His eyes darkened, his lids lowering partway.

Taking that as a good sign, I dragged my fingers from his cheek, down his neck and over his chest. I debated undoing the buttons of his shirt, but I didn’t want to take the time. I was terrified that if I took too long, he’d flip and tell me this was a mistake, leave me alone with nothing but my own thoughts. My fingers reached the button of his pants, and I glanced up at him.

Sam’s eyes were closed, his jaw set, his chest rising and falling faster than normal.

I wasn’t exactly sure what to do now. I’d meant it when I told Sam I wanted to taste him, but I had no idea what I was doing. I’d never given a guy a blow job before. What if I was horrible at it? I’d read enough books to understand the concept, but that wasn’t the same thing as having experience.

“You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” Sam said in a strained voice, like it was taking all his willpower to get the words out.

“I want to,” I whispered as I sank to my knees and undid his pants with shaking fingers. His erection sprang free, and for a second I could only stare at his thick length. Tentatively I leaned forward and placed a kiss on the tip.

His cock jumped, and he let out a low groan. “Fucking tease.”

“Payback,” I said with a grin.

His answering growl made my heart beat faster. I curled my fingers around the base of him and brought my lips back to his tip. His skin was so soft over the hard length of him. I flicked my tongue over his tip, tasting the salty bead of liquid there, and was rewarded with a hiss.

“Siren.”

I stared at his throbbing cock, and for a second I debated telling him that I’d never done this before. But it felt like a cop-out, like apologizing ahead of time for giving bad head.

Before I could second-guess myself any more, I wrapped my lips around him and gave a tentative suck.

“Fuck.” Sam’s hand threaded into my hair and he flexed his hips, pushing in deeper.

I wanted everything Samuel would give me. I wasn’t sure what was up with him tonight or if I’d ever get the chance to be with him like this again. I wasn’t going to waste tonight.

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