Page 29 of With You

“Maybe, I think I’d need to work up to that.”

I put my hands on the back of my head and closed my eyes, counted to three again and took a deep breath. Visions of my fingers and cock tunneling in and out of her tight ass assaulted me behind my closed lids.

“Not tonight, kitten. Only after we’ve talked about it and you’re ready.” She gave me a small smile and warmth spread in my chest knowing that I’d said the right thing.

Sam sat up suddenly and whipped her tank top over her head, exposing the black lace bra underneath. “What else?”

My brain ceased to function the moment she took off her shirt. What was she asking me? What else I wanted to do to her, right. “How about if I do anything you don’t like, just ask me to stop. That’s all you have to say. I can’t wait anymore. Naked, now.”

I stripped my clothes off and was happy to find Sam moving as quickly as I was. My knee pressed into the soft mattress as I climbed on top of her. Her legs spread wide in invitation and my hips notched between them. Sam’s wet heat scorched the length of my cock.

Our kiss was less hurried this time. Now that I had her in my lair as she’d called it, I didn’t feel like I had to rush, like we were on borrowed time. My tongue touched every part of her mouth that it could reach, my hands explored her tits and perky nipples. I drew one into my mouth and sucked.

She impatiently circled her strong legs around my body and pushed my ass down so that the tip of my dick nudged her pussy. It felt so good, I was leaking precum and her wetness combined with mine had me wanting to slide the rest of the way in. No, tonight was about something more. Tonight was about exploring.

“What’s the matter, kitten? You aren’t ready for this to be over so soon, are you?” My nose dragged up her neck, inhaling her citrusy scent. She let out a sound that was a combination of a whine and a moan that had me pressing my smiling lips just under her ear. “Flip over, I want you on your hands and knees, ass in the air.”

My hands squeezed her tits one last time and then I sat back on my knees so that she could do what I asked. I watched her face before it was turned from me, looking for any hesitancy at my request. There was none, only desire and excitement.

I took my time admiring her body in the new position. Her spine was straight but her stomach filled and hollowed as her breathing deepened. Her hair was still braided and it hung over her right shoulder, swinging with every inhale.

Starting at her shoulders, my fingers dragged down her back, her hips and legs. They trailed up her inner thighs, ghosting over her mound. Sam pushed back as if she could force my touch where she wanted. It was time for her to learn that I was in charge tonight. My palm came down swiftly on the flesh of her ass, making her gasp. I watched the skin bloom to a gorgeous pink, the outline of my hand clearly visible. She was panting now but she held the position.

Giving her another swat on the other cheek, I waited for her reaction. When she moaned, I lost my fucking mind and delivered more slaps to her jiggling ass until it was bright red and warm beneath my tingling palms.

I draped my chest over her back and wrapped one arm around her stomach, holding her shaking body to mine. “You did so good, kitten. The way you look, my mark on your body like that…fucking beautiful. Tell me how you feel, was it too much?”

“I-it’s hard to describe. It stings, but it felt good when you were doing it. It felt right.”

“It felt right for me, too, baby. Ready for more?” Her head dipped forward as she nodded and my fingers left her stomach to stroke between her folds. She was soaked, her legs trembling from anticipation. I lifted my chest off her back, still kneeling. I fisted my cock and brought it to where we both needed it.

My first glide between her legs was smooth. I’d teased us both enough and we were on the edge, thanks to all the foreplay it was going to be a fast fuck after all. I fisted her braid, wrapping it around my hand and pulling her head back as my hips slapped forward. Our moans mingled when I dragged my cock against her inner walls.

“I want my hand collaring your throat.” My hips slowed, another whine left her but she didn’t answer me. “I need your words, kitten.”

“Yes, fuck, yes, just do it already.” A throaty laugh escaped me at her impatience. We were made for each other.

I let her braid slip free and I lightly placed my palm against her throat, letting her adjust to the feeling. My hips ground against hers, but I didn’t start thrusting again. My grip tightened and I could feel her pulse thrumming wildly against my hand.

Then I started to move, forcing my mind to keep my grasp relaxed but my hand firm, unmoving. And when she tilted her head back, pushing her neck tighter into my palm, I was gone. My other arm banded across her chest and I pulled her upward. My chest was to her back once again but now we were both kneeling on the rumbled bedding as I fucked into her from behind.

I used my hand on her throat to turn her head toward me so that I could look at her. Sam’s eyes were glazed with bliss and when I brought the tip of one finger to her clit, she exploded against me. Hips bucking wildly as sobs tore from her throat. The clench of her spasming pussy and the vibrations her sounds were making against my hand pushed me over. I’d barely registered the tingling at the base of my spine before I was coming with her, flattening my hand against her lower stomach to hold her against me as I emptied everything I had inside of her.

Coming back to myself, I released her throat and held her close to me with both arms. We were sweaty, breathing like we’d run for miles. I felt raw, like she’d completely owned me even though I’d been the one with her breath in the palm of my hand. She was too quiet and my anxiety began to get the best of me.

“Kitten? Are you okay?” I squeezed her tighter, terrified that she was about to rip herself away from me, call me a monster for what I’d just done. She tapped my hands and I released her instantly, my heart dropping to my stomach when her body left mine.

She turned, giving me her face. Her cheeks were bright pink, hair stuck out of her braid in every direction and wetness clung to her bottom lashes. It terrified me until the most stunning smile bloomed on her lips and she dropped back on the bed, her head landing on my pillow. I stared at her in wonder as I thought about how I could preserve the pillowcase, the sheets, hell, the whole damn bed without it being gross.

“That was fucking amazing,” she finally spoke and I dropped down next to her, needing to be close to her again.

“You were perfect, Sam. Better than any fantasy.” I laid my big palm on her flat stomach. She’d finally become comfortable with my touch outside of when we were having sex and it felt almost as good as when I was inside of her, almost.

“Stay tonight?” I wanted to demand it, to walk across the hall and bring her belongings back here, shoving every piece of her black clothing next to mine in my closet. But that would never work, that wasn’t who Samantha Hebert was.

She didn’t need some inflated ego man pretending like he was her knight in shining armor and was here to rescue her from the single life. Sam needed a partner, someone who trusted her to make decisions on her own and to give her enough space to make them.

“Sure,” she was still smiling and hadn’t even flinched when I asked. Progress.