Page 19 of Sam (Eye Candy Ink)

“I like them,” he says with a smile.

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’s obvious that they love you and want you to be taken care of. I promise, I’m going to take care of you. And I love you,” he says as he wraps his arms around my waist and tugs me into him.

“Okay, one. I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can,” he says before I can get mad. “But you don’t have to do everything by yourself. You don’t have to be tough all of the time around me, Sam.”

“You called me Sam.”

I don’t know why but I kind of miss him calling me Samantha.

“Just this once.”

I roll my eyes.

“What was number two?”

I bite my bottom lip. Is it too soon to say this? We’ve only been together a couple of weeks really.But you’ve known each other for months. He’s been showing you that he wants you, that he wants to be there for you for months. You trust him. You want him. You love him.

“I love you too,” I finally spit out.

Max's face almost splits in two when he smiles down at me and the next thing I know, he’s pulling the futon out and laying me down on it. His lips meet mine and I’m lost in him. It feels different now that we’ve both said the L word. Bigger and deeper somehow. Soon, I’m lost in him and it’s hard to tell where he ends and I begin. He’s stripped me naked and lays me back down on the futon and I expect him to come down over me but instead, he kisses across my belly and down to my mound. I shift, spreading my legs wider as he settles between them.

“I like your piercings,” he murmurs against my skin and I smile.

He hadn’t said anything about the nipple piercings the first time he saw them but going by the way his eyes had widened and how enthusiastic he had been to play with them, I knew that he liked those. I didn’t tell him about my clitoral hood piercing though.

His fingers form a V and he spreads my lower lips, admiring the jewelry nestled between my folds. I moan when he leans forward and licks a straight path up my center, his tongue nudging my clit at the end.

“Iloveyour piercings,” he mumbles before we both stop talking.

He licks and nips along my folds, dipping into my hole before he licks back up to my clit. His fingers play with the piercing, snaking up my body to give my nipples some attention too. I’ve never been that loud during sex, but with Max, I can’t seem to help myself. He rubs my clit as his tongue plunges inside of me and I scream his name, my back arching off the bed as I come.

When I come back to earth, Max is licking his lips, watching me with hooded eyes. He passes me a takeout container and a plastic fork before he settles next to me.

“Okay, eat. Then we’re doing that again.”

I smile before I take a big bite of my egg roll.

12

Max

I adjustmyself in my jeans as I watch Sam flick through the TV channels. She’s sprawled out on my couch, her tight leggings leaving nothing to the imagination. She’s been teasing me for the past few weeks but it’s gotten worse in the last two. She keeps sending me dirty texts or whispering what she wants to do to me in my ear whenever we make out. I’ve eaten her out more times than I can remember and the taste of her always drives me wild, amping up my need until I’m desperate for her.

She’s driving me out of my mind but tonight marks three months and the piercing is finally healed. When she teases me tonight, there’s not going to be anything stopping me from taking her.

I offered to make her dinner at my place after she got off work. She has tomorrow off and I already cleared my schedule so we have the next thirty-six hours or so to be together.

This is the first time that Sam has been to my place. I live on the opposite side of town from Eye Candy Ink and her place, so most nights when I meet her after work, we just go to her apartment. I gave her the tour earlier, of the downstairs anyway. Upstairs is just bathrooms and bedrooms and I wasn’t sure that I could control myself if she was anywhere near a bed.

Downstairs is a chef’s kitchen, living room, and den. The floor plan is pretty open so you can see the kitchen from the living room and the den is tucked away in the back corner behind the stairs. Everything is modern and done up in black and white and I smile when I see that the only spot of color here is Sam. Just like in my life.

She’s finally settled on a TV show, some nature documentary and she’s resting her head in her hands as she lays on the couch. She had offered to help me cook dinner but I wanted to spoil her. I’ve got just about everything ready and I start plating up the food and carrying it over to the kitchen table.

Sam sees me and shuts the TV off as she makes her way over to the table. I watch the way her hips sway and my mouth waters but it’s not the food that I’m hungry for.

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