Page 75 of The Final Storm
I nod and squeeze my fingers around his cock, making him swallow hard. “I want you to do whatever you want. I trust you.”
His eyes slit, and I’m flipped around before I can take the words back. Not that I would. Sam could do anything to me, and I’d welcome it. Every touch from him brings pleasure, and I’m desperate for him to feel the same ecstasy every time we’re together. Making him come is addictive and orgasmic in its own right.
The look on his face when he’s inside me, the sounds of his shuddered breaths every time he thrusts, and his hands… Fuck, those hands that hold me and move me, fingers that touch me in the most erotic ways and send me over the edge before he even thinks about using his dick.
I’d welcome the same predictable touch from Sam every day because it’s perfect, flawless. It’s a rapture of my body that I don’t know how to live without.
My hands hit the bed, and he’s on his knees behind me, pulling my opening against his face. He trails a tongue against my crease from front to back, kneading his fingers into my skin.
I rock against his mouth, letting the pleasure of his tongue send shivers through my limbs. I lean forward, almost limp against the mattress. Sam holds me up by my hips, lapping up my most sensitive spots.
He groans against my skin, moving his fingers to my crease, inching them closer. Soft licks with the right pressure rock against my clit as he pushes one finger into my back entrance, making my legs shake and almost give.
He stands up and pushes me forward onto the bed, all the while pressing his finger deeper, testing what I’ll allow.
I’ll allow all of it.
“You want to keep things interesting?” he says, each word breathless and ragged, questioning my resolve. I push a pillow under my lower stomach and lie down, open to him. I’m exposed in every way, so vulnerable to this man that it’s unnerving.
I swore I wouldn’t lose control of myself after Dean. I wouldn’t let a man sway me, but with Sam, everything is my decision. That’s why I trust him. And why I’m lying face down, waiting for him to take me any way he wants.
One hand runs between my legs, circling my clit and then pressing inside my cunt. When he’s sliding freely in and out, he adds another finger. I moan into the mattress, clutching the sheets in my fists. I’m full of Sam’s touch, and I revel in the moment, letting the pleasure wash over me.
“Soon I’ll make things less predictable,” he rasps, letting his fingers slide deeper into both my openings. “Soon, but not today.”
I pant into the mattress, unable to form words.
“Do you want me to stop?” Another finger enters my pussy, and I try not to clench. He’s spreading me to my limit, testing what I can handle. I want this.
“D-don’t stop.”
He leans forward, both hands rubbing and pushing, rocking my body on the mattress. “Relax,” he whispers. “Nothing else new tonight. I promise.”
I exhale, and he grazes his chin along my back until his face is back between my legs. His tongue moves around every available space, letting his fingers slide deeper, and just when the climax is within reach, he pulls back in his exquisite form of torture.
I tremble uncontrollably, my steady whimpers muffled by the sheets that bunch around my face.
“You could make me come just watching you,” Sam admits, and his touch abandons my pussy for a moment before I feel his cock prod at my entrance. He pushes forward, the thick head plunging through despite the tight fit. I’m stretched so far I lose my breath, and the pressure builds with every second, every inch he moves deeper.
I can’t speak, but I don’t need to say anything. The word stop is the last thing on my mind. Our moments are erotic in a way I never imagined. There’s something different about Sam being in every part of my body.
He doesn’t own me. He worships me.
And the sound he makes when he’s pushed all the way to the hilt tells me it’s a mutual adoration.
IknowI’m the only one who ever made him feel this way.
Only me.
Only us.
When he pulls out slightly and dives back in, the sensation rips through me like fire. I scream out, feeling my core constrict and tighten onto his dick.
“Fuck,” he yells, falling forward. His chest heaves, hot breath on my neck with every quick breath. “Keep going, baby. Come on my cock. Fuck. I c-can’t”
I stretch further when he thickens, and his hands make their way around my body to my breasts. Another surge of ecstasy surges through my veins, making my eyes water and my heart pound when he pinches my nipples. I cry out from the sensations, knowing there’s no stopping the orgasm that rushes through my limbs.
Sam won’t last long like this, either. Ragged breaths and shaking forearms give him away. Hot breath on my neck sends goose pimples across my flesh and the feeling inside my core rises until I scream out his name. Not one second later, he pours into me, not able to hold back, and I swear the growl he makes shakes the walls.
