Chapter Twenty-Six
Mia
There was a strange kind of freedom about standing there half naked in Sam’s tiny apartment, approaching him with a predatory gait. It was the first time in a long time that I had felt like the girl I had been in college. I had always been sexually confident; I just hadn’t had the opportunity to unleash that part of myself in a long time.
I moved towards Sam, who was looking at me as though I were an otherworldly creature, and he wasn’t quite sure how to handle me. I liked it. It made me feel powerful and in control. His eyes raked over my body, lingering on my breasts, the curve of my belly, and the area between my legs. I welcomed his gaze, knowing the effect I was having on him. I could see the swell of his erection through his pants.
I was already wet, but I wanted to drag out the moment before sex. I wanted to tease and entice him; I wanted to be delirious with need before I let him inside me. I had always loved foreplay – it was sometimes more erotic than the sex itself. It was the anticipation that built up the moment and made you feel like you were on fire.
I reached out with my hand and ran my fingers down the front of Sam’s shirt. Then slowly, one by one, I removed the buttons of his shirt, making continuous eye contact with him the whole time. He shuddered every now and again and I noticed his erection reach maximum capacity. I removed his shirt and threw it to the floor. Then, I unzipped his pants and pushed them down.
He stepped out of them, kicking them to one corner, while I pushed down his underpants and released his erection. His penis was large and long and it stuck out so far that I could feel its tip brush against my thigh. I smiled at the feeling and led him to his own sofa before pushing him down onto it. He was completely naked, but didn’t seem to notice. The only thing he seemed to be truly aware of was my body.
I slid down to my knees, running my hands up and down his thighs as I did so. I felt another shiver run through his body. He looked at me as though he were in a trance.
I balanced my hands on his legs and pushed myself upwards so that our chests met in the middle. I didn’t kiss him immediately. Instead, I ran my tongue up and down his neck for a few moments before moving to his ear to tickle the inside of it. I felt the burn of his fingers on my flesh when his hands fell to my hips.
Slowly, I moved my lips to his face, kissing his eyelids first and then moving down to his lips. I ran my tongue down his lower lip and parted them easily before kissing him. I could feel the sigh on his mouth as we kissed – a fully-fledged, heat-inducing kiss filled with promise.
As we kissed, I moved my hand down to his penis and engulfed it in my palm. I moved my hand up and down the length of it, careful to keep my touch light and sensual.
After a few minutes had passed, I broke out long, impassioned kiss and slid down lower between his legs. Sam stared at me as though he wasn’t quite sure what to do. I saw the burning need in his eyes, but I wasn’t ready for him to enter me just yet. With my eyes fixed on him, I flicked the tip of his penis with my tongue. He groaned in response, and I smiled. Slowly, I explored his cock with my tongue, taking only the tip of his penis into my mouth and easing him into it. After a minute I bent my head down, committing fully to the task at hand, and took the length of him into my mouth.
“Fuck!” Sam called out in obvious elation.
I could feel his hands gripped the soft material of the couch he was seated on. He tasted sweet and I could feel how turned on he was. I changed my angle and then took him deeper into my mouth until I could feel his cock at the back of my throat.
“Holy-”
He could barely finish his expletive. His body was quavering, and I knew that within moments he was about to cum. I started sucking on him hard, enjoying the feel of his penis sliding in and out of my mouth in smooth, steady strokes.
“Fuck,” he yelled as one hand rested gently on my head. “Fuck!”
I pulled back just as he came, his body shuddering as the orgasm rocked through him. I watched him and smiled; the sight only made me wetter than I already was. I got up and sat down beside him, cradling him in my arms until he had recovered. After a moment, I passed him a tissue from the coffee table, and he wiped himself off.
“That was… I didn’t…” Sam smiled at his own ineloquence. “I’ve never had a girl deep throat me before.”
“There’s a first time for everything,” I replied.
“I’m not done with you,” he said, reaching over to unhook my bra.
“Good,” I nodded. “Because I’m not done with you, either.”
Sam seemed to take this as a challenge because the next thing I knew, he had pushed me down against the sofa and was suddenly on top of me. Even as he kissed me, he had one hand on my nipple and one hand between my legs. He played with me for a long time and after a few minutes, I felt a new erection against my thigh.
“Fuck me hard,” I whispered to him.
There was a time for gentle lovemaking, soft kisses, and tender caresses – but this wasn’t one of those times. I wanted it rough, and I wanted it now. Sam slipped inside me easily, and then he hiked one of my legs over his shoulder and started ramming into me as though he had something to prove. I could hear the thick sound of our flesh meeting and the sound by itself was intoxicating in its blatant eroticism.
He fucked me hard, just like I had asked him, and within minutes I could feel my orgasm begin to take shape. I had never cum so fast with any other man, including Clint, and that knowledge shocked and surprised me. I clung to Sam as I came, and a moment later, he climaxed, too. We lay entwined together on the sofa, without much room to move or breathe. Every now and again, he kissed me softly on the lips.
“This is not the most comfortable place to be,” Sam said, breaking the silence.
“No,” I agreed.
“Why don’t you go lie down on my bed?” he suggested. “And I’ll bring dinner in for you.”
“Dinner in bed?” I asked, with raised eyebrows.
“Why not?”
I smiled and nodded.
“Do me a favor,” he said, just before I entered his room. “Don’t put your clothes back on.”
I smiled. “I wasn’t planning on it.”
His room was small and spartan. It didn’t look like much of a home, but I could understand why. Sam worked crazy hours; it wasn’t like he spent much time here. I stretched out in his bed, feeling satisfied and content in my nakedness. I didn’t bother with sheets or pillows. I had no interest in concealing myself from him.
Five minutes later, he appeared with a tray in both hands. He was as naked as I was, and I smiled at the sight. He placed the tray on the edge of the bed and then passed me a big blue bowl that had been filled with creamy risotto.
“You made risotto?” I asked.
“Are you impressed?”
“Extremely,” I nodded. I took a mouthful and closed my eyes. “Wow…this is so good.”
“Are you just saying that?” he checked.
I opened my eyes and smiled. “I assure you, I’m not just saying that.”
I grinned and slipped into bed beside me, bringing his own bowl of risotto along with him. We lay there, side-by-side, completely naked, enjoying a peaceful dinner. It was the best time I had had in a long time.
“Thank you, Sam,” I sighed, leaning my head against his shoulder. “This is great.”
“Would you believe this is the first home cooked meal I’ve ever made…no help?”
“I’m flattered,” I teased. “Guess that means I’m special.”
“Are you kidding?” he asked. “You are the only woman I’ve ever been with who’s been special to me.”
“You mean that?” I asked seriously.
Sam’s hazel eyes met mine. “I mean that with all my heart.”
I smiled. “That’s…a pretty big statement.”
“I’m not taking it back,” he said without the slightest trace of self-consciousness in his tone.
I leaned in and kissed him deeply. “Good,” I said. “Because I wouldn’t want you to.”