Nick kept one hand on her delectable ass, while he slid the other toward her pussy. He let his fingers glide over the seam, his thumb pressing against her clit. She was wet already with need for him and that only urged his dick to grow more. He slipped two of his fingers inside her, before he teasingly withdrew them. He repeated his actions a few times driving her crazy. She pulled her mouth from his and leaned her forehead against his as she worked her pussy against his hand. She rotated her hips and then he withdrew his fingers again.
Sam sat back on his thighs, straddling him. She grabbed his fingers that had been toying with her and urged them to her opening again. Her eyes were on his the entire time, even though his were busy ogling her breasts. She grinned as his fingers dipped inside her. She cupped her perky breasts in her hands, her thumbs working her nipples
“Sam…” Nick ground out through clenched teeth. His dick was straining against her as he removed his fingers and gripped her hips. He lifted her off of him a bit so he could ease her down onto his cock. She took him inside of her, inch by glorious inch.
“That’s more like it.” She said as she took a seat on his engorged cock. Her tits bouncing up and down as she rode him. He steadied her movements with one hand as he pinched one of her pink nipples with his fingers.
“Best fucking morning ever,” he said in a raspy voice before he held her hips and without pulling out of her, flipped her onto her back. Her eyes widened as he forced her legs wider to accommodate him. Clear blue eyes peered up into his chocolate brown ones, and he could have sworn she stared at him with something more than lust in her eyes. He leaned down and pressed his mouth softly against hers. He worked her lips carefully, and when he slid his tongue into her mouth, he took his time, savoring her taste.
Her hands elegantly trailed up and down his back as he thrust himself in and out of her. Her ankles locked around his waist as she arched her body to meet his. His mouth left hers and worked its way down her neck.
“Nick, I can’t hold out anymore…” Sam cried out as she raked her nails over his broad shoulders. She held on as her body began to convulse. He felt her walls constrict around his cock and he pushed deep within her one more time, his pelvis slamming into hers.
“Come for me baby girl.” He whispered. He pushed her hair behind her ear and took her earlobe between his teeth. Her body stilled as she called out his name. That sent him to ecstasy right along with her. He pumped himself into her once more as he came. Once her body had taken every drop of him into her, he collapsed against her limp body.
He took a moment before he pressed soft kisses against her shoulder, and then flipped over on his back beside her. They both stared at the ceiling for a moment, trying to control their raging breath. He reached down for her hand, because anything else would take too much strength, strength he couldn’t find even if his life depended on it.
Their fingers laced together and Sam was the first to speak.
“That was incredible.” She said wistfully. She had to agree with him it was indeed the best morning ever. She glanced over at him and smiled slightly. “You know what would make this morning even better?” She asked hopefully as she propped her head up with her hand.
Nick eyed her out of the corner of his eye. “What’s that?”
“If I remember correctly, if I stayed the night you were going to teach me how to make a decent pot of coffee.” She said. Then she leaned down and kissed his temple.
“Not decent, proper. I said proper pot of coffee, and that was providing you were a good girl.” He turned around so he could face her fully.
“Was I a good girl?” She asked innocently.
He ran his finger along her jaw as he studied her for a moment. “You exceeded all my expectations.” He pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose before he sat up and threw his legs over the edge of the bed.
Sam chewed on her bottom lip as she watched him walk towards the door naked. She wondered how many times throughout her adult life she had pictured him like this. He padded to the dresser and pulled open one of the drawers, grabbing a pair of basketball shorts. He turned around and faced her as he dressed.
He laughed at her as she ogled him, as if she just didn’t have him. “You know you’re going to have to get out of bed if you want to learn how to make coffee.” He said amused.
She frowned, but sat up. “But the view is so much better from the bed.” She winked and reluctantly untangled herself from the sheets that were twisted around her tanned legs. He turned and grabbed a T-shirt of his from the same drawer and threw it.
“Catch!” He said as the shirt flew through the air and landed on the mattress. She stood up and grabbed the shirt.
“I’ll be right out, just want to use the bathroom.” She said as she pulled his T-shirt over her head.