Page 61 of The Final Storm
Sam comes to my side. “She’s fine, just exhausted. She had a lot of stimulation today.” I don’t respond, just stare at her face and run a finger down the side of her cheek. We sit in silence like that until my arms burn from holding her up, and I reluctantly place her back to sleep in the small box.
“There are guards at the doors,” Sam says, leading me through the door between the two rooms and locking it behind him.
“She’ll be out for hours,” he adds, running his hands along the hem of my shirt. “And she needs the rest.”
“How many guards?” I ask, my heart pounding at the thought of letting her out of my sight.
“Four. And Caleb checks in every ten minutes,” Sam assures me. My shoulders relax the smallest bit, and he sees it. He smiles and trails his fingertips across my skin.
“How was your family counseling session?” I hiss.
His smile drops, and he groans, dragging his fingers across the skin of my waist, curling them around my shirt, and lifting. “No charges.”
My shirt rises over my head and down my arms. He moves his fingertips into the waistband of my pants, sliding them in on the sides and hooking his thumbs on the fabric.
“That’s it? What the fuck happened, Sam?”
He pushes down my clothing, inching it over my hips and down my thighs. “The captain has a lot to handle, waiting to see what this storm does. But soon they’ll do an investigation into the attack. Cecilia has a guard.”
My pants fall to my ankles, and Sam kneels. He removes the fabric from one ankle, lifting my foot, and I set a hand on him for balance. Then the other, removing my pants, and I’m standing in nothing but a bra.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask. I know damn well what he’s doing, and I won’t deny I want this. I need a moment to forget about everything else, but I’ll give him a hard time first.
“Spread your legs,” he orders. He grabs the back of his shirt with one hand, pulling it off over his head, then rubs the bulge in his pants. “Open for me.”
I move my legs a step apart, and he kisses the side of my knee, lapping his tongue across my skin.
His touch moves higher, and I feel the tickle of his hair between my legs. Reaching down, I grip it too hard on purpose, pulling at the roots, hoping it hurts. It was painful, waiting for him to return, wondering what they were talking about. He deserves a little sting.
“We need to talk about what happens next. A lot-” But I lose my train of thought when he buries his face between my legs, drawing his tongue across my slit.
Strong hands grip my ass, pulling me against him. I grip his hair with one hand, pulling at the roots and drawing him closer. My other hand slaps the wall for balance. “Oh, fuck. Sam - I...”
Sam hooks one leg over his shoulder and dips his tongue into my heat, groaning against my center. He works my pussy, circling my clit and diving into my opening, making me rock against his face.
I lift my chin and whimper when he speeds up, pushing me closer to the edge. “Let me come on your cock. Please,” I beg.
I try to pull at his hair to move his face, but he’s relentless, digging his fingernails into my skin. His face slides up and down my center, ravenous with his mouth.
One hand moves across my backside, creeping fingertips in the crease of my ass. I spread open further, my thighs shaking, leaning on the wall and letting it support me.
He rubs along my openings, focusing his mouth on my clit. I can feel him looking up at me, but I close my eyes and pant for breath, lost in the moment. He slides a finger into each hole, pushing inside, slow and deep.
I jerk from the sensation, and a whimper escapes my lips. The pressure builds, and I move with him, desperate to get to the peak. My soft cries become louder until I’m moaning, so close to the edge. I feel my climax rushing in my core, about to escape at any second.
This is the Sam I need. The man who focuses on me completely, obsessed with my pleasure, ready to give me anything I want. He makes me forget everything when we’re together, and I’m so grateful for the complete release, not just in my body, but in my mind.
I crash into an orgasm, almost collapsing on top of him. I cry out into my open palm, trying to muffle my sounds from the room next door and the guards outside. The peak makes every limb shake, and Sam’s loud groan against my sensitive pussy sends another vibration of pleasure coursing through my body.
My knees buckle, but he holds me up, still diving his fingers inside, his tongue sliding with the perfect pressure against my most sensitive areas.
“I can’t,” I gasp, trying to push his face away. I’m too sensitive, and I’m squirming away, needing a moment to collect myself and catch a breath.
He releases me, removing his mouth and hands, rising to stand. Before I can say a word, I’m whipped around, both palms and my face pressed against the steel wall. There’s the sound of his zipper, and then his cock thrusts into my cunt to the hilt.
“Fuck, yes,” he moans, pressing his chest against my back. One hand clutches my hip while the other creeps around my front, reaching into my bra. “I missed this pussy.”
His lips move to my ear. “Mine.”
