Page 3 of With You

I was having a stroke, or a heart attack or maybe I was already dead. Because there was no way, no way in hell that this perfect creature was asking me to have sex with her. To take her virginity for Christ’s sake.

“How, but I-what, how?” Real smooth Ross.

She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest defensively. “When it’s the one thing that everyone wants from you, expects from you even, sometimes you just flip the whole process the bird and keep your fucking panties on.”

The sound that escaped my useless, stupid mouth was somewhere between a laugh and denial. Sam knew she was hot, she just didn’t care. But I was sure that every man she met cared and had no problem telling her. Which was why I made sure to never comment on her appearance, ever. I knew that shit got old for her.

I cleared my throat and then cleared it again, determined to not fuck up the one relationship in my life I cared about. “Sam, I need you to be clear, are you asking me to have sex with you?”

Her shoulders curled inward subtly and I hated that I’d made her uncomfortable or anxious. “I trust you, Roe. It’s not something I do easily or flippantly but I do trust you. And you’re the only person I’d trust with this.”

Her demeanor was open and honest, she knew what she was asking me, this wasn’t beer goggles or a last call hookup. She was asking her friend to be there for her when she needed him. I couldn’t say no. Because I wanted to help her and because I just wanted her, in whatever way she’d give herself to me.

“Okay, Sam, yeah. Absolutely, yes.” Her answering smile would be forever burned into my memory, she’d never looked at me that way. I swore that I wouldn’t take her trust for granted.

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The door to my room snicked shut and we stood in the semi-dark room, the sound of canned laughter coming out of a television muffled through the wall. Fuck, this was weird.

Sam, always the brave one out of the two of us, walked toward me and reached for my hand, silently leading me over to the bed where she gently pushed against my shoulders until I was sitting, the mattress protesting with a squeak.

I stared at the woman that I was ninety-nine percent sure I was in love with, knowing that if I touched her, if she touched me in the way that my body was screaming for her to, that the one percent I’d clung to would disappear and I’d be hers completely.

Her hands reached forward and she braced against my chest as she straddled me, “Tell me what you like?” Her whisper was unsure and I couldn’t believe this perfect creature was doubting herself. Couldn’t believe she was sitting in my lap. Couldn’t believe she was even in my room.

“Anything, Sam, anything you do to me I’ll like.” I lifted my sweaty palms from the comforter and laid them against her hips experimentally. I took it as a good sign that she didn’t throat punch me and I pulled her closer, until her chest was touching mine.

Sam had muscles, she was fit as hell and really fucking strong. But now I was realizing she was also soft and warm, the heat coming off her skin felt like it could burn me alive.

Her eyes darted to my lips and she licked her own. “I guess we should kiss first?”

Kiss me, touch me, anything to end this pain, I thought. But I only nodded my head, I was going to follow her lead. And if she wanted to stop at any time, we’d stop. I’d never push her further than she wanted to go.

Sam angled her head and lowered her face to mine. It felt like years had passed when our lips finally connected. Then she held them there and slowly let her tongue explore the seam of my mouth. Fire ripped through my veins and I jerked her hips closer as my already hard cock throbbed under her.

Any hesitation between us was gone and Sam wound her arms around my neck, just as hungry for this kiss as I was. A battle started between us, clothing was torn from our bodies as mouths bit and licked.

When she was completely bare in front of me, I sat back admiring the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my life.

“Fuck, baby, you’re gorgeous.”

She tensed when I said it and I wanted to kick my own ass for letting the endearment slip.

Sam bent down, reaching for her jeans and panic like I’d never known consumed me. Shit, was she leaving? Do something, you idiot.

“Sam,” I started but she wasn’t pulling her clothes back on and stomping out of my room. She’d pulled a small gold foil package out of her pocket and was holding it up with two fingers as she closed the distance between us. Thank fuck.

Her hand pressed firmly against my chest and she once again pushed me down to the bed. I fell to my back and she straddled my thighs, shimmying up until her heat rested right over where I wanted her most.

She tore the package open with her teeth, examining the lubricated rubber for a moment before she placed it on the tip of my dick and rolled it down so agonizingly slow, I thought I’d explode before I even got the chance to feel her.

It was too soon, I needed to touch her, to prepare her. Make sure that she was ready to take me.

“Sam, please,” I begged when her hand connected with my base and squeezed me tight, unsure if I was begging her to stop or continue. Then she lifted herself upward and angled my cock toward her pussy, lowering herself gently.

“Oh fuck, fuck, you’re so tight.” My fingers were digging in to her hips but I kept the rest of my body still, worried that if I moved, I could hurt her. I kept my gaze on her face, looking for any indication that she was in pain.

But my girl was strong. She had the same fierce determination I’d seen on her face a hundred times. When I was fully seated inside of her, she breathed a sigh of relief and smiled down at me.

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