by A. K. Evans
Undressing her.
I was going to have the opportunity to take Sam’s clothes off her body.
There was no greater honor.
But I still didn’t want to let go of her ass.
“You might find it nicer to get a handful of bare skin back there,” she pointed out, clearly noticing my struggle.
When she put it like that, there was no longer any reason to continue holding on. I swallowed hard, trying to give myself a moment. I was going to see Sam naked. I don’t know why, but that thought had me feeling like a teenage boy about to see a girl naked for the first time ever.
I brought my hands to the hem of her shirt. My eyes connected with hers, and I held them as I slowly lifted the shirt up. My knuckles brushed against the soft skin at her sides on the way. A moment later, her shirt was gone. Sam was sitting on my lap in nothing but a pair of shorts and a bra.
In that instant, my desire for frantic touching had vanished. All I wanted was to take hours upon hours to caress, kiss, and taste every inch of her.
She was too tempting. Unable to stop myself, I brought my hands to her breasts. Cupping them gently, I continued to stare into her eyes.
Her eyes heated to another level of desire.
God, she was gorgeous.
I stroked my thumbs back and forth over the soft fabric, and Sam moaned. It was the most beautiful sound in the world. I realized if that’s what I got with something separating us, there was a good chance I’d be rewarded much more handsomely if nothing was in the way.
Not wanting to let go of her but knowing I’d get something extraordinary if I did, I brought one hand to the middle of her back and unfastened her bra. Then my hands met the delicate straps at her shoulders. Languidly, I slipped them down her arms.
I stared at her body, loving all of it, and rasped, “You’re beautiful, Sam.”
The fingertips of one of her hands slipped into the hair at the back of my head. “Kiss me, Cal,” she urged as she arched her back slightly and leaned her chest forward.
She wanted me to kiss her, but she didn’t mean on the mouth.
Wanting to give her what she needed, I brought my lips to one of her breasts as my hand grasped the opposite one. After placing a tender kiss on the soft, rounded flesh, I moved my mouth toward her nipple.
The closer I got, the more aware I became of the effect I was having on her. The inner parts of Sam’s knees were pressing firmly into my sides. She was struggling not to squirm too much because she wanted my mouth.
Finally, I caved. I closed my mouth over the perfect pink surface, swirling my tongue around it before sucking.
Sam moaned and rolled her hips.
I groaned. I didn’t know if I’d last through much more of that.
Once I’d lavished one side with attention, I moved to the other. I repeated many of the same movements and listened as Sam grew more and more excited.
Suddenly, I felt her tugging at my shirt at my shoulder blades. She was bunching it up in her hands, struggling to remove it. Even though I didn’t want to take my mouth off her, it didn’t take a genius to know that I’d probably enjoy this a whole lot more feeling her touch on my skin. So, I freed her breast from my mouth and helped pull the shirt over my head.
I had planned on going right back for her, but Sam took over. She scooted her hips back a bit as she placed her palms on my bare shoulders and allowed them to drift down over my chest and abdomen. She kissed every spot her hands didn’t touch and made her way to one of my nipples. Her tongue came out to tease and taste me, and my fingers pressed into her thighs as I struggled to remain in control.
Sam took some time to explore and play before she lifted herself up entirely and stood in front of me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
She looked down at me, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts at her hips, and shook her head. “Nothing is wrong,” she answered. As she began to shimmy back and forth, Sam pushed her shorts and panties down her legs. Then, standing in front of me with nothing on, she continued, “I just want more of you. I want all of you, Cal.”
That’s when it hit me. “Sam, babe, I—”
“Don’t, Cal,” she cut me off. “Don’t find a reason not to do this. We’ve waited far too long.”
Realizing she must have read the look on my face wrong, I explained, “It’s not that. Sam, I want this with you. It’s just that I didn’t expect this.”
“And you’re having second thoughts now?” she asked.
“No. Not at all. I just… I don’t have any condoms with me,” I told her.
Understanding dawned on her face. She held my gaze briefly before she came back and straddled me again. My hands immediately went to her ass as she leaned forward and brought her mouth to my ear.
“If you’ve been safe, Cal, I’m covered with birth control,” she said. “And I visited the doctor a few weeks ago to get tested for good measure. I’m all good.”
I always wore protection. And considering I hadn’t been with anyone since I was tested roughly two years ago, I knew Sam would be safe.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I asked.
Sam pulled back, looked me right in the eye, and promised, “Yes, I am.”
With that, I no longer hesitated. I kept one hand planted firmly on her ass while the other came to the middle of her back. Then I moved and laid her down on the couch. I kissed her mouth before moving down along her jaw, down the front of her throat, and right to her breasts again. I stayed there as I worked on unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans while simultaneously kicking off my sneakers. After I accomplished that, I stood and lost the rest of my clothes.
Sam’s eyes widened at the sight of me. She didn’t hide her desire. It was clear she wanted what I had to offer.
A moment later, I settled myself between her thighs, lowered my torso to hers, and kept my weight on my forearms at her sides. Then I kissed her, soft and sweet.
When I pulled back, she begged, “Please, Cal. Please give me more.”
I didn’t know if I’d be able to last long enough to make sure she got what she needed out of this, but I wasn’t going to deny her either. I reached down between us, touched her between her legs, and found her soaking wet.
“Christ,” I whispered.
“I want you,” she reasoned.
And I wanted her.
Knowing she was ready for me, I grabbed my cock and ran the head of it along her wetness. Sam squirmed and bucked her hips.
“Baby, please,” she pleaded with me.
At that, I gave in. I positioned myself and surged forward, planting myself to the root inside her.
Fuck.
Fuck, she was magnificent.
“You feel incredible,” I shared, looking down at her beautiful face.
She smiled at me and replied, “So do you. Make love to me, Cal.”
So, I did.
For the first few strokes, I pulled my hips back and pushed forward slowly. Part of it was my need to prolong this, while the other part was me wanting to make sure I could memorize everything about the way she felt.
Eventually, I picked up my pace, and Sam and I found a rhythm. There was panting, moaning, touching, and kissing. I reached up at one point and pulled the cushions off the back of the couch to give us a bit more space. Our bodies moved together with ease, each of us taking a turn to lead the way.
I was on top. Sam was on top. We were on our sides.
I would have thought I’d find a way that I liked most, but I didn’t. Because it was all good. Anything with her was going to be incredible.
When Sam started to whimper and her breathing grew shallow, I got her on her back and drove in harder. Faster.
Her fingers wrapped around my arms just above my elbows. She held on tight as I jerked my hips forward. I watched as her perfectly round tits bounced with each thrust.
But then she warned, “Cal, I’m going to come.”
My eyes went to her face, and I wat
ched as she came apart. Sam’s neck arched, the back of her head sinking deeper into the seat of the couch. Her thighs pressed in tighter to my sides, and she held on to me like she never wanted to let me go.
I saw her through her orgasm just in time to drive in three more times and find my own release. It hit me hard, fast, and unlike anything I’d ever felt before in my life.
This was Sam. It was all her. I had no doubt about it.
I collapsed on top of her but kept my weight in my arms. Sam didn’t say anything as the two of us struggled to regain control of our breath. She simply kept her legs wrapped tight around my waist as her hands stroked lazily up and down my back.
A few minutes later, I lifted my head and looked down at her.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I’m perfect,” she replied.
I gave her a kiss, and when I pulled back, she asked, “Why didn’t you tell me how you felt about me sooner?”
That was a loaded question that had answers that would lead me to discussing things I didn’t want to discuss while I was still inside of her, so I suggested, “How about we get cleaned up so we can talk?”
“Okay,” she agreed.
Before I knew it, I was feeling a bit of disbelief again. Because I was in Sam’s bed, and she had her mostly naked body curled up against mine. We had both cleaned up, thrown on underwear, and decided the bed was the best place to talk.
Maybe that was foolish, but I didn’t care.
Truth be told, I would have been happy anywhere as long as Sam was with me.
“So, I guess I should start by answering your question from earlier,” I declared.
“Yeah,” she replied.
Sam’s cheek was pressed against my chest, my arm wrapped around her back, and she was tracing her fingertips delicately over the skin of my chest. It was a wonder I could concentrate. I loved the way it felt to have her touching me.
“As I said before, I was attracted to you the minute I first laid eyes on you,” I started. “I had been tempted to do something then, but I thought it would be better to get to know you a little bit better before making that move. So, I waited. But in the beginning, I only saw you occasionally, so it took a while for us to get to that place where we really started to become comfortable with one another. For a while, I had been hoping for the perfect opportunity to tell you the truth, and every time I thought it was right, something happened before I could say anything.”
“You know it wouldn’t have mattered where we were or who was around,” she noted. “It would have been perfect simply because it was you.”
“Don’t say that,” I huffed. “I’ve dealt with regret for nearly a year now, Sam. I know it was a mistake to keep making excuses. Your birthday was the biggest one.”
Sam’s body went solid against mine.
“My birthday?” she repeated.
“Yeah,” I confirmed. “I had finally gotten over the whole need for everything to be perfect and promised myself I was going to talk to you that night. Unfortunately, by the time I started walking out to meet you where you were out dancing, you were… you were already kissing him.”
“You had that girl,” she declared.
My brows pulled together as my fingers tightened on her arm. “What?” I asked.
Lifting her head from my chest, Sam looked at me and shared, “My birthday was my last-ditch effort.”
“For what?”
“To get you to notice me,” she murmured.
Shit.
Shit.
She’d been wanting me just as much as I wanted her, and we were both too scared to do something about it.
“I noticed you,” I told her. “And I didn’t have any girl, Sam.”
“You did that night,” she insisted. “That’s the whole reason I even kissed Mitch to begin with.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, growing impatient.
“You were on the opposite side of the bar, not far from the front door, and there was a woman standing there with you,” Sam explained. “I remember looking over at you and seeing you there with her. I’ll never forget the look on your face when you were talking to her. And then, she hugged you and kissed you. That’s when I gave up hope of us ever being something more than just friends.”
Someone kissed me?
What?
“Sam, I don’t remember any of—”
I suddenly stopped myself.
Amber. It had been my ex-girlfriend who Sam saw me with that night.
Fuck.
“That was my ex,” I admitted.
Sam’s body, which had relaxed slightly, was tense again.
I went on. “She had stopped in to congratulate me on the bar and to tell me that she’d gotten engaged and was moving to Boston after the wedding. She said she’d been making her rounds through town to visit friends before she left. That was it. That was all it was.”
“Oh, God,” Sam rasped.
“Babe, relax,” I urged her.
Sam buried her face in my chest and took several slow, deep breaths. I gently stroked up and down her back, hoping to provide her some comfort and reassurance.
“Let it go, Sam,” I told her.
“We lost months,” she cried quietly.
“We’re here now. That’s all that matters,” I insisted. “I understand the guilt because I’ve felt it for months. But trust me, it doesn’t help anything. We’ve got each other now, and I’m not letting you go. And based on what you just told me, I’m guessing you aren’t ready to let go of me either.”
Sam lifted her head again and asked, “What makes you say that?”
“You said your birthday was your last-ditch effort to get me to notice you,” I reminded her. “I think that tells me everything I need to know about how you feel about me.”
“Don’t get cocky, Cal,” she warned.
I smiled at her and said, “I don’t think I need to get cocky. It seems like you’re already caught up.”
Sam narrowed her eyes and growled at me.
I chuckled and begged, “Kiss me.”
Sam didn’t move.
My hand at the middle of her back drifted down and over her ass. I gave her a gentle squeeze and urged, “Kiss me.”
Sam still didn’t move.
I slipped my hand underneath her panties, touched her between her legs, and watched any irritation that was lingering fade away. Then I demanded, “Kiss me, Sam.”
Just like that, she did as I asked. And that kiss led me to pulling those panties off her body and initiating another round with her.
It was easily the best night of my life.
Sixteen
Samantha
Determined.
That’s how I felt as the warm water cascaded down my back, and I heard the sounds coming from Cal.
We were in the shower. Everything had started off innocent enough, or as innocent as it could be with two people who were insanely attracted to and in love with one another. But after one too many wickedly sexy glances from Cal with his gorgeous, naked body on full display, I found it impossible to resist him.
So, I moved closer to him than I already had been, curled my fingers around his penis, and kissed him. Cal kissed me back in a way that indicated he never wanted to stop.
But he had to because I had other plans.
I managed to tear my mouth from his so I could shoot him a devious grin while I stroked his hardened length. His fingers pressed in deeper at my hip.
Seconds later, I had trailed my free hand down over his chest and abdomen, my mouth peppering kisses along the way until I was crouched in front of him. With the tip of his cock pressed against my lips, I looked up at the man who’d stolen my heart and saw an intense, primal look in his eyes.
He wanted this.
And I was going to give it to him.
A moment later, I parted my lips and took him in my mouth. Cal’s fingers drove into my hair as a guttural moan escaped from him. It was all the encouragement I need
ed.
I focused all my attention on what I was doing and began eagerly sucking, licking, and tasting Cal. All I wanted to do was deliver every ounce of pleasure I could give to him.
After what we had last night, after the way he was with me, I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to give back to him at least as much as he gave to me. But if I was being completely honest, I wanted to exceed his expectations.
Before I finally drifted off last night, I had tried not to think much about all the time Cal and I lost, but it was hard to prevent the thoughts from entering my mind. Not only had I jumped to the wrong conclusion about who that woman was at Granite the night of my birthday, the night I met Mitch, but I also didn’t give Cal that opening he might have needed the day he confronted me nearly a month later.
So much could have been different. We could have had all of this for more than a year now. I hated that we didn’t.
I knew I wasn’t solely to blame for the whole situation. Cal had kept the truth of his feelings from me for entirely too long, waiting for that perfect moment. As much as I wished I wouldn’t have made assumptions and jumped into something with another man, I also wished Cal had been upfront from the start.
We were both to blame.
Luckily, we’d managed to overcome that and were doing everything we could to make up for it now.
I had a pretty good feeling I was doing an excellent job of it, too. Because while I continued to use my mouth on him, Cal didn’t hold himself back in letting me know he appreciated it.
“Fuck, babe,” he growled.
Yes, growled.
Not relenting in the pleasure I was giving him, I lifted my gaze to his. Cal’s eyes were burning hot with desire. I loved the look in them and didn’t want to lose it, so I didn’t take my eyes off of his.
His grip on my hair grew tighter.
His groans became louder.
The muscles in his chest and abdomen flexed and tightened every time I took him in deep.
I loved everything about it and didn’t think I’d ever want to stop.
But then I had no choice.
Cal suddenly pulled his hips back, bent forward, and brought his hands under my arms. He lifted me to standing and captured my mouth in a claiming kiss before he declared in a rough voice, “I always knew that being with you would be incredible, but I never imagined it’d be like this. You’re beyond my wildest dreams, Sam.”
