Sam opened the bottle of oil and poured some in his hand. She caught a faint scent of almond in the air. He left it in his palm for a moment. “I want to warm it up for you.” Then he tipped his hand and let the oil drizzle onto her breasts. The sensual slide of the warm oil made her purr.
He reached across her body and his hands slipped over her skin as he massaged the oil onto both of her breasts. He concentrated on his strokes and she sank into the mattress with pleasure. Her eyes drifted closed as she enjoyed the slick caresses.
“So beautiful. So shiny,” Sam whispered.
She opened her eyes and could see her breasts were almost glowing from the oil he’d massaged onto her skin. Then he poured a little more oil into his hand and he began to stroke his thick erection, covering the surface with the slippery liquid. His cock was straining, the veins standing out beneath the darkened skin. He was getting all shiny too and she wanted to know what he felt like.
“I want to do that.” She sat up and crawled to the edge of the mattress. His eyes darkened as he stepped up so she could reach him. She knelt and took him in her hands. He was so hard and thick. So soft and smooth. As she stroked him with both hands, the moans of pleasure escaping his lips were sensual music to her. She loved knowing she was the one who caused them.
“Enough,” he said on a groan. “Lie back now.”
Meredith smiled and dropped back onto the mattress. Her hands were oily now too, so she rubbed them around on her breasts as Sam climbed onto the bed and straddled her hips. It felt wonderful but a little different when she plucked her nipples with her slippery hands.
Sam took her hands in his and let their fingers and palms slip and slide against each other. The slow slide was so sexy. So intimate.
He smiled and rose up on his knees. His cock rested heavily between her breasts. He placed her hands on the outside of her breasts and then covered her hands with his. Together, they pressed her breasts together so they surrounded his cock.
He began to move then, slowly at first. The oil made for slick friction and the experience was more erotic for her than she imagined it would be. Meredith rested her head back down on the pillow and watched his cock move in and out of the tunnel her breasts had made. The dark-red bulbous head shot forward, almost reaching her mouth. Then it would retreat briefly before it came back again as Sam rocked back and forth, fucking her breasts. Fucking her.
Her mouth dried from her shallow panting and she moistened her lips with her tongue. She almost lifted her head to try to touch his cock with her lips but that wasn’t what he wanted at the moment. And she wanted to give him anything he desired.
He began to pick up speed, his eyes closed and his head dropped back. Meredith’s pulse raced as she observed his pleasure. She never expected to get satisfaction from this as well. His hands slipped over hers as he squeezed her breasts even tighter together. Sam’s groans grew louder, his movements more frantic. Then he shouted and he climaxed, spurting hot come over her chest and throat.
She’d never thought those money shots in porn movies were sexy at all but this was totally different. It was raw. It was primal. It was totally hot. And when he opened his eyes and looked down on her, there was more emotion revealed there than she anticipated.
Something fluttered in her chest. As she gazed back at him, she wondered if her emotions were reflected in her expression as well.
Sam lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “That was amazing.”
Meredith nodded. She couldn’t even speak, her throat was so full of feelings she didn’t know how to express. Didn’t think she could express. Didn’t even think she should.
“I think a shower is in order for both of us,” Sam said. She took his hand and he helped her up. Gravity and oily skin caused some of Sam’s thick cream to slide between her breasts. “I got a crazy thrill seeing my come land on your body. As if I marked you as mine.”
His? Was he saying he wanted her to be his? Or just that he liked marking a woman that way? Too many thoughts, too many emotions. Way too soon. But she let him lead her into the adjoining bath and she barely resisted before he pulled her into the shower with him. She’d never shared a shower with anyone else. Luckily the stall was roomy enough for the both of them. The large gray tiles lining the stall were clean and masculine. The water from the large rainfall showerhead was hot and relaxing. The soap smelled like Sam, a spicy clean scent she would always think of as his.
Sam sudsed up a soft round sponge and smiled at her. “Let me.” He reached out and slowly washed the oil and come from her breasts. The sponge slid sensuously over her, sending shivers along the surface of her skin. He paid special attention to her nipples and she moaned as he stimulated them into hard little beads.
Following his lead, she smoothed another soft soapy sponge over his sculpted chest, giving his pecs and abs plenty of attention before taking it lower. Their gazes met, held, as they washed each other, making this every bit as intimate as what they’d shared earlier.
After they were both clean, Meredith soaped her breasts, covering them in thick, white lather, not even pretending this was for anything other than Sam’s pleasure. He moaned as he watched her with a heated smile. She couldn’t resist leaning into his chest before the water could rinse her clean, sharing her lather with him. Her nipples tingled as they brushed across his chest, her breasts soaping him in a whole new way.
Sam slid his soapy sponge between Meredith’s legs and when her knees weakened and she grabbed his shoulders, her sponge slipped out of her hand and shot across the shower floor. When she bent over to pick it up, he groaned.
“Don’t tempt me.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” She wriggled her ass and laughed, letting him know she was fully aware of what he was talking about. She tossed the sponge to him over her shoulder.
He caught it and his laughter joined hers, ringing off the tiles and creating an erotic harmony. “You make me feel as if I’m a teenager again, but I’m afraid I’m not a kid any longer.” He pulled her close and dropped a light kiss on her nose. “This body needs a little recovery time.”
“It’s fine.” Her emotions needed some recovery time. She never imagined a quick shower could be so fun, so sexy and leave her liking Sam even more.
He drew her under the showerhead. They stood in each other’s embrace under the cooling water and rinsed off.
As they dried each other afterward, Meredith realized she hadn’t felt self-conscious of her body at all while she’d been in the shower with Sam. He was so easy to be with that she forgot all about her extra curves. He even combed out her wet hair, telling her how pretty he thought it was.
“I worked up an appetite,” Sam said when they were done. “How about you?” Still naked, he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the bathroom, past the bed with the extremely rumpled covering and into the living room. The pizza box sat on the coffee table.
“Mmm. Cold pizza,” she said, suddenly hungry. Her damp hair was cool on her shoulders, so she pulled a ponytail holder out of her purse to pull it up into a ponytail. Then she grabbed her shawl off the arm of the sofa and wrapped it around her shoulders. She told herself if was because she was chilly, not because she wanted to cover up as much of her naked flesh as possible. “My favorite midnight snack.”
“You are a woman after my own heart,” Sam said brightly. He grabbed a couple of cold beers from the fridge and they sat in the middle of the floor and started in on the other half of the pizza.
“Do you have any brothers or sisters?” he asked after he’d practically inhaled his first slice.
“That’s right,” she said with a silly smile. “This is still our first date. We have to get all that first-date stuff out of the way.”
“After the sex, you mean?” His playful wink made her stomach tickle.
She laughed. “Exactly. I have one sister. She’s five years older than me. A stay-at-home mom with three kids. No brothers. How about you?”
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wo brothers. Both got jobs and moved away from here. No sisters. I’m the oldest.”
That didn’t surprise her. He had that bossy way about him when it suited him. And it seemed to suit her as well. “Favorite music?” she asked.
“Old-time rock and roll,” he replied without hesitation. “Led Zeppelin. Creedence. The Stones.”
“I’d have to add Aerosmith and Journey to the list,” she told him, getting shivers as he listed some of the favorites on her iPod.
“Queen?” he suggested.
“Yes. And Heart and Bon Jovi.”
“Guess we wouldn’t argue too much about the songs to play on a road trip.”
Road trip? “Guess not.” She turned back to the pizza on her plate. She couldn’t get her hopes up. He was simply making conversation. But when she looked up at Sam again he was studying her. She had no idea what he was thinking.
She finished her pizza, then wondered what she should be doing now. Usually it was the guy who made excuses and left her after sex. She didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want to make excuses but maybe that’s what he was waiting for her to do. He was too nice a guy to kick her out.
“Well.” Meredith cleared her throat and took one more swig of beer. She pulled the shawl a little tighter around her shoulders. “I guess I should get dressed and call a cab.”
Sam frowned. “What?” He grabbed her hand and pulled her close. The shawl loosened and slipped off one shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going?” he growled.
She swallowed. “I thought maybe you were ready to get rid of me.”
“Did I do something to give you that idea?” He brushed the cold beer bottle across her nipple and she shivered with delight.
“No. But I didn’t want to overstay my welcome.” Another one of her mother’s edicts.
He tilted his head, raised that brow and took another sip from the bottle of beer.
“It’s just that we had drinks,” she said, rushing on with the explanation. “Ate. Had sex. Ate some more. Had more drinks. Shared family facts. Is there some other first-date requirement I forgot about?”
He flicked her other nipple with the bottle before he set it down. “I don’t want you to go.” His words gave her a thrill. He pulled her onto his lap. She straddled him and her pussy rode up against his hard arousal. “Do you want to leave?”
“No.”
He slid his hand between their bodies and cupped her mound. “Good, because I haven’t fucked this pussy yet and I think that’s a requirement. Don’t you?”
Meredith nodded slowly. She’d hoped to get a chance to feel him inside her before they went their separate ways. Her sex clenched as she imagined Sam’s cock buried deep within her. She started to move off his lap.
He tightened his grip on her hips. “Wait. You’re always in such a hurry.”
“I thought we were having sex.”
“We’ll get to the bedroom again, don’t worry.” He brushed a few wayward strands of hair away from her face. “I like holding you, sweetheart. Give me a minute more.”
“Okay.” She leaned into him, wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts into his hot chest. Her shawl slipped all the way off her shoulders and she didn’t even care. Sam gathered her close and she rested her head on his shoulder, soaking up his warmth, inhaling his scent.
His erection was hot and hard between their bodies. Instinct had her rocking her hips to give her pussy more needed stimulation. She kissed his neck, shifted her position and rocked some more. His cock jerked against her stomach.
Sam hadn’t fucked her pussy yet but she hadn’t tasted him yet either. Meredith slid off his lap onto her knees. She glanced at him. “I want to put my mouth on you.”
“Yes.” He moaned. “Hold on.” He pulled himself up from the floor and sat on the sofa so she wouldn’t have to lean over so far. He caught her waist and pulled her between his thighs. “I’m all yours, sweetheart.”
She took him with her hands first, stroking his cock as she had earlier. He was so hot. So hard. She loved the way he felt in her hands, the strength, the need. A bead of pre-come gathered at the tip and she swept up the salty cream with her tongue.
Now that she’d had a taste, Meredith couldn’t resist taking him deep into her mouth. Sam groaned and clutched her head with his strong fingers. She smiled around him and began slowly riding him with her mouth. Her saliva quickly lubricated his skin and her lips slid easily up and down his hard length. She ran her hands up and down his thighs at the same pace. Her high ponytail bounced with the movement.
His taste was addictive, salty and musky and something uniquely Sam. She let him slip out of her mouth and then ran her tongue along every inch of his cock, slid it around the ridges of the head, licked his balls at the base. She hummed her approval as she slid her lips back up to the top. Then she took him fully again, taking him as deeply as she could.
While at first he’d let her set the pace, soon Sam grabbed her head tighter and held her in place. First he let his cock rest heavily on her tongue and she held her breath as she waited for him to make his move. Then he began to piston his hips, riding her tongue, plunging even deeper than she’d taken him before.
She loved the way he took control. She placed her hands over his as they held each side of her head. She relaxed her jaw and let him take her deep, hard, fast. Another primitive thrill ran through her as she let him fuck her mouth.
He stopped sooner than she thought he would. His hands were shaking slightly as he pulled out of her and released his hold on her head.
“I want to come inside you this time,” he explained, his voice passion-rough. “Let’s go back to bed.” After they got to their feet, he threaded his fingers with hers and brought her back to his bed. She pulled the ponytail holder out of her nearly dry hair before she rested her head on the pillow. This time he drew down the covers and joined her in the center of the mattress.
He rolled on top of her. She loved feeling his weight on her, loved the way he pressed her into the mattress. He made her feel somehow more feminine, more desirable, than anyone ever had before. He cradled her head in his hands and kissed her thoroughly, his lips devouring her.
She devoured him as well. She couldn’t get enough of him. They met with equal passion. Lips sucking. Tongues licking. Teeth nibbling. Her body heated with desire, her blood pulsed with the arousal flooding her system.
When he broke off the kiss, Sam ran his lips across her jaw and down her throat, leaving tiny kisses on her skin. When he reached her breasts, he caressed them both, then took the nipples one at a time into his mouth as he sucked. Then he nuzzled his face between the globes and his rough jaw scraped erotically along her skin.
She ran her hands over his back and murmured his name. He lifted his head and grinned at her before he traveled farther down her body. He dropped playful kisses across her stomach before reaching her pussy.
He gently pushed her knees apart and she didn’t resist as he spread her legs wide. “So pretty. So tasty,” he murmured. He settled between her outspread thighs and gave her a long, wet lick.
Her hips rose up from the mattress as she cried out with pleasure. He sucked on her sensitive labia, drawing them into his mouth over and over again. She wriggled her hips in a silent plea. She needed more stimulation and he knew it. He nibbled on her pussy, licked the needy flesh but he avoided her clit altogether. She whined, drove her fingers into his hair. Her clit throbbed with need but he gave it no attention. He was probably still trying to teach her some patience.
The hell with patience. “More, Sam. Please. More.”
He plunged his tongue into her core, moving it in and out, mimicking what she hoped he would soon be doing with his cock. He reached one hand up and rolled a tender nipple between his thumb and finger. Shivers of desire dashed across her skin, pulsed through her veins, throbbed between her legs.
“Sam!”
He crawled back up her body until they were face-to-face. “I’m here, sweetheart.
I’m enjoying your body. It’s so much fun to play with.”
How could she fight against that? She cupped his face, kissed him and tasted her juices on his lips. “I’m so horny I could explode,” she told him. She rocked her hips, felt his cock hard against her hip.
“I know. I am too. I know as soon as I bury myself inside you I’m not going to last. Doesn’t matter that I’ve already come tonight. I’m so hot for you I can’t control it.” He reached down and brushed his finger lightly over her aching clit. The first quivers of orgasm came that quickly. He lifted his hand before she could go over the edge. “See what I mean?”
She nodded. “But I need to come.”
He tweaked her nipple again. “You will. Soon.”
“I don’t like to be patient.” She might have even pouted.
He kissed her forehead. “You’re doing it very well.”
“But I want to feel you inside me.” She cupped his jaw, savored the scrape of beard on her palm. “I want you, Sam.”
“You have me.” His gaze was dark with arousal but there was a seriousness to his expression that made her heart catch. “Relax and let me love you. I’m right here for you.”
For more than tonight? For the first time, Meredith actually believed Sam wanted her for more than a one-night stand. That he wanted more dates. More sex. That he looked forward to road trips and pizza picnics in the middle of the night.
She wrapped her arms around him and let him love her.
Sam understood Meredith’s impatience. He ached to be inside her, to be surrounded by her sweet softness, to be one with this incredible woman he almost hadn’t had the courage to get to know. He’d have to buy Evan a beer to thank him for dragging Sam along to the bar tonight.
He kissed her softly and began to make his way down her body again. This magnificent body she’d been taught wasn’t attractive. He hoped she’d never feel like that again. He could spend the rest of his life learning her curves.
She was as close to the edge as he was and he knew they could only prolong the free fall for so long. And now he realized it was okay. Tonight wasn’t the only time he could enjoy being with her. Not the only time he could make love with her. They could have many more nights like this.
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