“What are you doing?” I ask Sam as I leave my office. She’s leaning against the wall at the end of the hallway, her cheek against the wall.
Sam and I have been dancing around each other for a week now. Okay, I’ve been dancing around for a week now. Sam has been completely normal and completely oblivious to the fact that we have already shared our first kiss. I suppose that is what happens when you kiss someone while they are sleeping.
It’s been a lazy, stormy Sunday afternoon. Just what this group needed. The girls are a month into their school routines and they are ready for a break. Sam has been—I don’t know how she does it, actually—juggling the girls, her classes, and working for Finn. Despite his and my objections.
I use to think she was stubborn and didn’t like taking what she considers a handout. And while I do think she has a sense of needing to earn her way, lately it seems like more than that. Almost as if she believes all of this should be hard, and if it wasn’t then it wouldn’t feel fair. She hasn’t communicated this, but she doesn’t need to. I can read her so well now. More than I ever could with Camilla.
“Shh,” she silences me when I walk up behind her.
“Why are you smiling?” I faux-whisper, my shoulder touching hers as I lean my back against the wall.
“I’m happy.” And she is. I look at her genuine beautiful smile, and it’s a sight I pray I never take for granted.
“What makes you happy?” In this moment there is nothing I genuinely want to know more and find myself wanting to make sure she always is.
“Listen.”
Laughter. The girls are laughing. I lean over Sam to peep around the corner, and as a result, the inches separating us disappear as my body aligns with hers. The girls are curled together on the couch watching an episode of I Love Lucy. It’s the one where Lucy is in the chocolate factory. Once Poppy made the decision that she is going to be Lucy for Halloween, the redhead’s antics have been gracing our telly every free chance there is.
“Our girls are happy,” Sam says with a contented sigh.
I’m not too manly to admit my heart flutters when she says “our girls”.
She stands there for a beat listening and peeking around the corner. She’s taking it all in, but the only thing I’m taking in is her. I don’t give myself time to think. I don’t want to. I’m afraid I’ll talk myself out of what I’ve wanted to do for weeks now.
My hands find a home in the curve of her waist and when my lips touch the shell of her ear, her body tenses.
“They are happy,” I whisper. “You make them happy.” It’s true. I don’t move my lips. I don’t have my fingers on her pulse, but I know its accelerating.
“You make them happy, too,” she says roughly. There is no doubt she can feel my erection pressing against her.
“Walt.” The way she says my name has me at full arousal.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” she says with a slight hitch in her breath.
“Then stop thinking,” I say my teeth biting down her neck to the curve leading to her shoulder, access easily granted to me since her hair is pinned up. My heart wildly beats and skips when she finally gives me the permission I’ve been waiting for. She leans her head against my shoulder. If there was any question in my mind, it dispels when her hands reach behind us and pull my hips tighter to her.
I shift so my body is completely covering hers, enveloping her in me.
“What are we doing?” she breathes.
“If you have to ask, then I’m not doing it right,” I whisper before my tongue dips inside her ear. Her hips push into mine, telling me she likes it. I skim my lips across the back of her neck to the other side, and she tilts her head slightly when I reach my destination. At the same time, my hands begin an exploration of their own. One slides under her shirt until it finds the hardened nipple at the edge of her breast. She is wearing two tank tops, but I’m thrilled she isn’t wearing a bra. My hand massages her breast roughly. The thrill of finding her braless is nothing compared to the treat I find as my hands sink under the band of her sweatpants. She isn’t wearing knickers.
“Fuck me. Is it your goal to kill me before I get started?”
“I didn’t know you were going to have your hand in my pants,” she chuckles, then shivers when my hand slides further down, my middle finger sliding between her folds, reaching my destination.
“Oh my God,” she whimpers. And fuck me, it is a destination that should have been top of my bucket list, because her sweet little pussy is everything I want it to be. Warm, wet, and waiting for my touch. I find her little nub and circle the pad of my finger in an easy repetitive motion that soon mirrors the one her hips are making.
“Oh my God.”
“You said that already,” I chuckle, quickening my pace, her wetness audible with each swipe I make.
“Please.”
“Please what, Samantha?”
“I need more,” she whimpers.
“What is more?” I wait for her to tell me. I need her to play an active role in what is about to happen next, because I’m minutes away from fucking her into tomorrow.
“I need your fingers inside me.”
Not only do I not need to be told twice, but I also don’t need it pointed out to me that she said fingers. More than one. Oh yeah, Sam and I are going to be good together.
My middle finger slides the rest of the way down, snaking its way inside of her. I want in there. Want it to be my dick more than I want air. Food. Water. This time I’m the one moaning my satisfaction. Sam raises on her tip toes so that I maneuver further inside of her. The knowledge of her desire elevates my dick into an iron spike in my trousers.
“More,” she says, and I add another finger.
“God, yes.” She inhales, her head falling to my shoulder, and her fingers tickle over my hand inside her. I realize I might come just from doing this.
She fingers her clit, wanting to be part of this dance, and together we take her to a full body climax. I cover her mouth with my hand and remind her to keep quiet. Her entire body goes limp and melts into the wall, my arms the only thing keeping her off the floor.
“Walt, what did we—”
I don’t give her time to finish that thought. She doesn’t get time to think or analyze or wonder what this means. No. I want her too much and I’m nowhere near done with this woman.
My mouth takes hers as soon as I flip her around, ending her words of caution and question. For a moment I wonder if she’s going to call me on my shit and pull away, but instead her fingers comb through my hair as she pulls me to her in a bruising kiss. Our lips never part as my hand grabs at her arse. She takes the hint and pulls herself to me. I lift her into my arms.
That’s all I need. I know exactly how this is going to end. I walk the few steps to her quarters and close the door behind us, turning the lock.
“Phone,” she says, breaking the kiss.
“What?” I’m so high on lust I have no idea what she is talking about. Instead of repeating herself she reaches into my pocket and finds my mobile. She taps out something, then kisses my lips before dipping into my mouth. I groan as her tongue dances with mine.
“Finn. Coming to get the girls,” she says between kisses. I walk us into her bedroom. There’s a swoosh and then her tanks are nowhere to be found. She pulls the back of my shirt up. “Skin,” she says before biting my lip. “I need skin.”
The knowledge she’s as with me as I am with her buckles my knees. Thank God, we made it to her bed already. She lands under me, her legs still wrapped around my waist. I’m full on humping her at this point, and if I don’t get control, she’s going to have a sweatpants-covered dick inside her at the velocity my dick is moving.
Pulling back to gather my wits about me I see this woman under me. Samantha.
My body immediately heels, waiting for my directive. Like me, it understands that this woman is to be savored and indulged. This is not a quick fuck.
Her brow furrows detecting my change, but I ignore the question I find there and kiss her lips slowly before sliding her sweats over her backside. I step from between her legs, so I can pull them off her and when they are, the woman lying on the bed is nothing short of spectacular. I lean back over her to offer another kiss, then mold my hands against her skin charting my way over her neck and the arch of her shoulders. Slowly and with each fingertip in contact with her beautiful skin, I learn every inch of her breasts and torso. She doesn’t mind either. Her eyes are filled with patience and permission. My hands caress her sides, and I rake my hands down to her hips, pausing while my thumbs brush over her stomach. When her breath hitches, I glance up to see a hint of shock, maybe surprise, in her expression.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Your touch.” She swallows. “It…it feels like home,” she admits softly.
Yeah. I like that. A lot. And I show her by dropping to my knees and running my stubble covered cheek against the inside of her thighs. Up one and back down the other. Each time I come a little closer to where I know she wants me. Her body withers with anticipation.
Just a little closer. I can smell her arousal. Just a little closer. My tongue grazes her crevices.
Just a little closer. My breath tickles the manicured patch of pubic hair just above her soft pink opening.
I dart my tongue out, but move in the opposite direction of where she’s craving it, my teeth nipping along her skin. Biting harder as I get to the thick part of her thigh.
“Walt.” I can hear the impatience in her voice, and I chuckle.
“Walt.” It’s a warning. This time when I take another pass at tormenting her, she pulls my hair to the roots and places my mouth exactly where she wants it, grinding against me for her own pleasure.
And it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced. A woman’s confidence to ask for what she wants. It’s like someone took inventory of every wet dream I ever had and rolled it into this one woman splayed out in front of me. And forget about it. Now that I’ve tasted her, I plan to make sure each one of them comes true.
My eyes scan her body, while my mouth makes a meal of her and my tongue laps up every ounce of elixir her body is offering.
She tenses, and I know her release is near. The thought of counting the number of orgasms I can give her before fucking her makes my heartbeat falter before I push to finish what I started. Pulling her tight nub between my teeth, I roll it back and forth before biting it—a little harder than I intended, but I just got so damn caught up in this woman. It doesn’t matter though because her body is convulsing in an orgasm so intense it has her begging for my dick.
That was two.
I crawl up the bed, over her body, my lips leaving a trail of the evidence of her desire as they go. My tongue delves into her mouth and she kisses me without hesitation. Her eyes close and I slap the side of her arse cheek.
“Oh no, my crumpet. We have a way to go before you can rest.” I glance at Finn’s response. He got the girls a couple of minutes after Sam texted him and made sure to point out he would keep them until bedtime. I have four hours. Four hours to devour this woman beneath me. Fourteen-thousand-four-hundred seconds. And fuck if I don’t plan to use every one of them.
“Finn has the girls until bedtime,” I inform her so she can relax into the marathon.
Her eyes ask a hundred questions. If I’m honest, I’m not sure I know what the answer is. Not all of them anyway. She bites her lip and the depths of them go from questioning to decisive, and just like that she’s moving. I’ve been flipped onto my back and she is straddling me. Starkers. Gloriously nude. Her arse bubbles up off my lap and when my hands snake around and squeeze her soft flesh, I know I will never want a skinny model again. The fact that it’s more than my handful turns me the fuck on. Its soft dips and curves, so fucking sexy.
“What are you thinking?” she asks.
“That you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever known.”
“Good answer,” she laughs before turning thoughtful. “What are we doing?” Her eyes find mine and mine lock on hers. I want her to see without equivocation that I am not hesitant in the least.
“What do you think we are doing?” I ask, curious if she’ll tell me where her head is. I have no idea why, because I have found her to be, in all things, brutally forthcoming.
“I think we are walking a dangerous line. I love the girls and I don’t want to lose them.” She doesn’t stop touching me. My heart races. We can make this work. She’s not shutting it down.
“The last thing I want is for the girls to lose you.”
“I don’t want anyone to know except us. Not until we know if this is just sex or if it’s more.”
“It’s more.”
She reaches into a drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube. I crinkle my brow, but don’t speak as the cap snaps and she squeezes a few drops into her palm before tossing it to the side. Rubbing her hands together, she shimmies back a few inches and my dick makes an appearance from under her. Still hard as granite. She wraps her hands around it, lifting it upward as she lazily begins to stroke up and down. She applies a strong grip. Most girls hold it like they would shake someone’s hand. Daintily. Not Sam. She holds it like she intends to make it hers. God, let it be true.
“You all are my family.”
My dick grows in her hands. Her fingers find my balls and the skin beneath.
“You like hearing that.” She doesn’t ask. “That’s good. Except if this doesn’t work out, you still have your family. The girls. Finn. I would be the one to lose my family. Again.”
How does she continue to surprise me? She’s taken me to my knees and I’m not even standing. I flip her over, so I’m on top of her. I find her gaze and hold it. My shaft nudges its way to her opening, but then I hesitate. She knows why and whispers, “I’m on the pill and I’m clean. I’ve been tested, and I’ve never had sex without a condom.” It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her the same, but the knowledge that I’m the only person who’s been bare inside her, is more than I can sustain.
Without wasting another second, I slide my dick into true bliss. Her heat and arousal surround my cock, her walls rippling around me. This woman throws me a curve every time I think I have her figured out. I thought our first time would be two people fucking like animals. Instead, it’s as real as it gets. I’ve never made love to a woman. With Sam, it’s our first time.
I lay my body the length of hers, my hips pulling back and thrusting in over and over. She’s hooked her feet around my waist, my arms wrapped under her shoulders.
“I promise to do everything in my power to make sure that doesn’t happen,” I assure her. “I’d be your family, too, if you’ll let me.”
“You already are,” she says, and there’s a shine to her eyes. I want to tell her I love her. It’s on the tip of my tongue. I want to tell her I am head over heels for her and nothing can change that. This woman is it for me. I know it. My body knows it. My heart knows it.