Chapter 38
I stayed away from Sammie while her mother was in town. I could feel that having Mrs. Trotten read right through our little facade made her feel uncomfortable. So, I kept my distance and let them enjoy family time with Sebastian, Daniel and Grace.
But she’s at my door the minute her mother leaves for the airport.
“Hey stranger,” she says with a wry smile as she leans against the doorjamb.
I laugh as I pull her inside. “Stranger? I thought you and I were going steady. At least that’s what your mother seems to think.”
“Ugh!” she groans as she pulls out of my arms and steps into the foyer. “I’m really sorry about that. She tends to get carried away. She’s such a hopeless romantic.”
I chuckle, cupping her cheeks in my hands and kissing her tenderly. Kissing her is always so intense even when it’s meant to just be a modest kiss hello. “I missed you,” I say as I release her lips.
The confession seems to take us both aback.
She’s quiet for a beat, then her brown eyes rise shyly to mine. “I missed you, too.” She comes closer and wraps her arms around my neck. She exhales deeply as she collapses against my chest.
I use my index finger to tip her face up to mine. I kiss her again. God — I love getting lost in her. Her hands travel down my chest, gliding over my raging heart and grasping at my hips. My fingers slide into the roots of her hair. Our tongues stroke softly and lazily, like we have all the time in the world.
She pulls back and grins at me. “You’re getting hard,” she breathes softly.
I kiss her again. “I’m always hard for you, Sammie.” I grind sensually against her, rubbing my erection against her stomach. “Come,” I say as I take her gently by the hand and lead her up to my bedroom.
We've fucked dozens of times over the past few weeks — frivolous and wild — but I haven't really experienced her. And tonight, I don't know what it is, but I want to savor her, take my time and explore her.
Fuck — I want to make love.
I sit on the edge of the bed and pull her close so she’s standing between my legs, I slowly unzip the fly of her loose black pants. I take my time sliding them down her hips. Her panties are pale pink with white polka dots and lace trim. I pull those off too. I can smell her desire warming up the air and anticipation inches up inside of me but I’m determined to savor her tonight.
I undo the buttons of her silky white top one at a time, starting at the bottom. She’s shivering with arousal as she shrugs out of the blouse. Her nipples are hard under the fabric of her pale pink polka dot bra. I slip one strap off of her shoulder and then the other. I undo the clasp nestled between her perfect breasts and let the bra fall to the floor. Her breath hitches as I press my lips to her sternum and move down over her ribs to her hipbone.
My lips feather the creamy expanse of her midriff. Her skin is smooth and delicate like porcelain and I just want to mark it, ruin it with hickeys all down her neck and handprints on her ass. I want to come on every inch of her skin, tattoo my name on her flesh so that even when I’m gone, she'll never forget that I was here.
I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh. Wetness is running down her skin. My fingers are delicate as they brush across her seam. She shivers. “It’s too much, Keeland,” she whispers into the air. “I’m feeling too much. I feel everything when you touch me." Bewilderment shines in her eyes.
Her words are kerosene on the fire inside of me. My cock responds by twitching between my legs. “Sammie…” I groan her name as I lie back on the bed and pull her on top of me so that her glistening pussy is just inches from my lips. My tongue darts out and I lick her from her puckered anus all the way to her throbbing clit. She shrieks, loud and uninhibited, as she reaches out and grabs a handful of my hair. My fingers grip her ass tightly, spreading the cheeks apart, my nails sinking into her flesh.
I trace my tongue along her opening again and again, dipping inside to taste her warmth, to relish in her scent.
She’s shaking now. “God, I can’t. I can’t,” she grits out between her teeth.
I keep stroking her with my tongue. “Yes, you can.”
I pick up the pace, licking her harder and faster and faster, faster, harder. She shatters into a million pieces coming in long, rippling waves, making the most beautiful O face I’ve ever seen.
She rolls off of me, falling to the mattress beside me. She’s lying on her stomach, still struggling for breath. I pull her to me, spooning her from behind. She melts into me as my hand slips between her thighs and I rub her slippery clit in soft, round strokes. My cock is so hard that it twitches on its own, tapping her slightly on the ass.
She giggles. “Somebody wants to get inside.”
“Fuck yeah,” I grumble, as I guide the head of my cock over her entrance and gently press my way inside.
She gasps hard, stealing air into her lungs. “Keeland.”
“You’re so tight…and warm,” I moan as I easily find my rhythm.
“God, Keeland.” She thrusts back softly, her ass cheeks connecting with my pelvis again and again. I take a fistful of her hair and gently pull her face toward me until our lips connect and I’m swallowing her moans.
She moves her hips against me in maddeningly-slow, little circular movements and now crazy thoughts are bouncing through my mind.
I want this girl to be mine.
I could do ‘commitment’ with her. I could do a relationship.
I see myself with her.
I bite down on her shoulder to see her squirm, to distract myself from the thoughts. Something inside of her tightens, squeezing around me like a vise grip.
“I’m coming,” she cries, fisting the sheets. My orgasm comes out of nowhere. I fall over the precipice, shooting my desire inside of her, stream after stream.
She shakes against me and I hold her tight, to temper what she feels, to temper what I feel.
I can hear the smile in her panting as she descends from her high. “That was…” she trails off. There are no words to describe what it feels like to make love to Sammie Trotten. So why even try to explain it?
I run my hand tenderly across her damp forehead, chasing away beads of sweat. She rolls over onto her back and my semi-erect cock slides out of her. I’m already mourning the feeling of being inside of her, being one with her.
After a moment, she climbs out of bed, strutting naked toward the bedroom door. “Potty break,” she calls over her shoulder with a chuckle.
I suddenly feel an inexplicable sense of urgency inside of me. “Sam — wait.”
She turns to look at me. “Yeah?”
I sit upright on the mattress and swallow down the knot in my throat. “I want a do-over.”
Her eyebrow lifts in confusion. “Uh, sure. We can fuck again after I use the bathroom…”
I stand and walk over to her. I put my hands on her shoulders and lower my face to hers. “No, Sam. I want a do-over. I want another chance to give you all the things I never got to when I was a pimply-faced 18-year-old.”
She giggles nervously. “You were never pimply-faced, Keeland.”
My hands slide down her arms until our fingers intertwine. “I’m serious, Sammie.”
I see her shutting down, pulling away right before my eyes. “Keeland…we said we’d keep it casual…”
“Fuck what we said, Sam. I know you feel what I feel. I know I’m not imagining this.”
She’s silent for a long moment as she considers my proposition. My heart is racing as I wait to hear what she’ll say. Her eyes shine with tears. “No, Keeland. We’re not doing that. I won’t let you hurt me again the way you did when you disappeared on prom day.”
I speak low but firm. I need to make sure she really hears me. “I’m sorry you got hurt. It killed me to think about how you must have felt. I hated myself for that. For a long time.”
Her gaze searches mine.
“But you were always supposed to be my girl, Sammie. I was supposed to be your first kiss." I press my mouth to hers and relish in the soft warmth of it. I trail my lips across her cheek until they’re touching the lobe of her ear. "And I was supposed to take your virginity. " I feel her body shudder against mine. "I was supposed to be the guy you moved in with after college. And yes…I did want to take you to the goddamned prom…you were always supposed to be my girl, Sammie. And I was supposed to be your guy. I hate that you think I didn't really want those things. What happened was outside of my control."
She looks at me for a moment, shivering with emotion. “I can’t do it, Keeland. You broke my heart. I can’t allow myself to believe that this —“ she gestures to the space between us, “— is real.”
I sigh. Fuck. She has every right to want to protect her heart this time. She has no reason to trust me. But I need her.
“Suspend your disbelief for a minute…and entertain the idea that I might not be such a bad guy…and we might be good for each other…and I might be in love with you…”
Her eyes go wide and her breathing hitches. And then, she frowns. “Keeland, don’t say things that you don’t mean. It’s cruel.”
I cradle her cheek in my hand. “I mean every word, Sam. What’s cruel is letting one more minute pass by without trying to make you my girl.”
She walks away from me and takes a seat on the edge of the bed, looking utterly overwhelmed.
I sit next to her, leaning my forehead against her temple. “Just give me a chance, Sam. Let me prove that I deserve you.”
She doesn’t look up. She doesn’t pull away.
Instead, she takes my hand into hers and says, “Okay…let’s try.”