“Okay,” I whispered back.
My hand moved of its own accord to experience more, explore the definition of the muscles of his back, take in more of his hot silk and Sam’s hand came to my jaw, gliding back and up into my hair as his head moved, his lips sliding across my cheek to my ear.
“I’m gonna taste your mouth again,” he whispered and I shivered.
His hand slid down my neck, down my spine, light, sweet.
God.
So freaking sweet.
“I’m gonna taste your skin,” Sam kept whispering and then he did, touching his tongue to sensitive area under my ear and I shivered again, pressing slightly closer, my hand continuing its exploration at his back. “There,” he whispered at the skin below my ear. “Here,” he went on, his hand now whisper-soft and moving up my side. “Here,” he kept whispering, his hand moving in over my ribs. “And here,” he continued, his thumb drifting at the underside of the swell of my breast.
I drew in breath as my belly plummeted and heat gathered between my legs.
His mouth slid back to mine and, his eyes holding mine, his lips moving on mine, he whispered, “And also here.”
Then his thumb moved up, dragging across my nipple. I gasped and he kissed me, his tongue driving inside my mouth.
Oh yes.
Yes.
I kissed him back, pressing close, lifting my leg and hooking it over his hip, my arm going tight around him. His thumb dragged back, this time deeper, tighter, harder against my nipple and I whimpered into his mouth.
“Yeah, Kia, baby, give me that,” he growled into mine then he kissed me again, longer, wetter, taking more.
I pressed my hips into his and gave it.
Then he did what he told me he’d do. Suddenly, his hands were in my tank, going up and it was gone. Then, before I could think, his mouth was on me, on my neck, down, on my chest, down, his body bending, his lips and tongue gliding down the skin of my side, then up over my ribcage, all the while his hand moved on my back, down over my bottom, soothing at the same time heating, light but enticing.
My head was tipped down and I watched and trembled as he glided his lips along the underside of my breast then I watched him move up and he tugged my nipple in his mouth over the black lace of my bra.
My back arched as the beauty of his mouth drawing my nipple deep soared through me and I moaned.
Then I was on my back, my bra was gone and Sam was bent to me, his mouth at one nipple, sucking deep, his hand at the other, fingers cupping, thumb circling and I lost track of everything but how good that felt, what it was doing to me, what was building inside of me.
Need.
There was no other way to describe it and there was nothing else that penetrated my world but that intense, driving need.
“Sam –” I gasped, both my hands cupping his head and my hips bucked.
He surged up and was over me.
“You ready?” he whispered.
“Yeah,” I answered and I was. I didn’t know exactly what he was referring to but I also didn’t care.
Whatever it was, I wasn’t ready. I was ready.
Without delay, Sam moved me in bed, righting us so my head was on the pillows. Then my shorts were gone. Then my black lace panties. Then my legs were spread and honest to God, honest to God, Sam’s big hands running along the insides of my thighs pressing my legs apart almost brought me to orgasm.
It was good they didn’t because then his mouth was on me.
My hips surged up.
Oh man.
Oh God.
That was good.
Sam threw my legs over his shoulders and then cupped my ass in his hands, pulling me to him even as I dug my heels in and helped.
He worked me with his mouth and it started good but it became awesome and my hips rocked in his hands and my hands moved to his head to hold him to me.
Then I felt it and I’d never felt it, not once, unless it was me giving it to me.
It was going to happen.
Oh God. I couldn’t believe it. It was going to happen.
Then it happened.
One of my hands flew to the headboard, my other one stayed at Sam’s head as I gasped and cried out, heels digging in as it washed over me, consuming, beautiful.
Oh God.
Perfect.
Heaven.
Nothing, nothing ever had come close.
My eyes drifted open and there was Sam, eyes on me, one hand in the bed at my side, arm straight, his other hand between my legs, fingers trailing, light, sweet.
Dazedly I noticed he was still fully clothed.
Oh God.
Shit!
He’d given me that and I’d done nothing for him.
His eyes left my face and his chin dipped so he could look at his hand between my legs.
“Jesus,” he whispered, “can’t fucking believe it. Your *’s as beautiful as you are.”
My freak out stalled and my breath caught.
“Tastes as good,” he kept whispering.
Oh wow.
His finger slid inside and that felt so awesome, my eyelids lowered.
“Feels as good,” he murmured.
“Sam,” I breathed.
“I gotta have this, baby,” he said gently, his finger moving out then in.
I started breathing harder.