Page 50 of Thoroughly Innocent Intent

“Really?” A cute little wrinkle forms above her brows.

“Really.” I give her a gentle kiss. “I like your place. Show me the rest then let’s watch a movie or something.”

I get the grand tour, two bedrooms, one serving as an office, two baths and the living room/kitchen. It’s not a large place, but it’s clean and cozy, and it seems to be in a safe area. After Sam shows me around, she leads me to the couch and we sit to watch a movie, some sort of comedy about women pretending to be secret agents, though I’m too focused on Sam to pay much attention to it.

She’s leaning against my side, head resting on my shoulder, and it feels so nice I think I could fall asleep this way.

I’m not typically a cuddler. If I ever did just sit on the couch with my former girlfriends, they’d be playing on their phones while I flipped through the channels. Sometimes we’d have sex, couches are the perfect height for a woman to lean over while you take them from behind, but we never just sat and held each other like I’m doing with Sam now.

I’m enjoying the feel of her body tucked into mine when I realize my cock is starting to tingle with awareness. Her hand is running along my thigh, not quite high enough to make contact, but enough that my body takes notice.

“Sure you want to do that, Honey?” I whisper into her hair.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Her hand stills. I cover it with my own.

“I’m not giving you my cock for the first time when I’ve got an early flight and I can’t stay the night.”

“Isn’t that why you came in?” I hear the doubt in her voice.

“I came in to spend time with you. And yes.” I continue before she can object, “I do want to sleep with you, desperately. But I won’t be rushed.”

“Oh.” Her voice falls. Does she want me that badly?

“That disappoints you?” I cup her chin and bring her lips to mine.

“I don’t mean to rush.” She shakes her head slightly, fidgets against my side. “But…”

“You have an ache you need me to fix,” I finish for her. My cock lurches when she averts her eyes, confirming my suspicion.

I don’t know why that turns me on so much. Maybe because the way her body reacts to mine is so fucking beautiful, or because I’m the first one to make it react at all. Either way, if she wants to feel pleasure, I damn sure want to give it to her.

“Come here,” I growl, pulling her onto my lap so she’s straddling my legs, facing the tv. I rub my fingers between her legs, and even though we’re separated by a layer of denim a heady moan escapes her lips. Damn that’s hot.

I unfasten her pants and slide the zipper down, which gives me just enough room to slip inside her panties. She’s warm and slick against my fingertip, and I use her juices to circle her clit as I work my other hand under her shirt to massage her full, plump tits.

She sighs heavily and arches back against me, opening her body to my hands so I can guide her to the sensations that are still somewhat foreign.

As crazy as it sounds, it almost feels like I’m experiencing this for the first time right along with her.

I mean, I’m no stranger to giving a woman pleasure, but usually those women know exactly how they like it, and while they’ll let me explore a little, they want what they want. With Sam, who’s still learning what she likes, there’s no rush. No urgency. Just curiosity and exploration.

We’re learning her body together, and she’s trusting me to help her find what she responds to. That’s sexy.

I feather her clit, feeling her hips raise slightly to meet my fingertips. “You like my fingers here?” I nibble her ear.

“I like your fingers everywhere.” She cries out suddenly when I pull on her tight little bud.

“Fuck, Sam,” I moan against her neck. “I’m barely touching you and you’re ready to go off.”

“Is that good?” she pants.

“It’s fucking hot is what it is.”

“Does sex feel this good?” She rocks against my hand.

“Better,” I growl without thinking, forcing me to backtrack. “Well, the first time might be a mix of pleasure and pain, but after that it’s all pleasure.”

“How can something that feels this good be painful?” I’m not sure if she’s seriously asking that or just lost in a state of bliss, but the last thing I want is for her to be caught off guard when I’m finally inside her.

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