"And then?" I breathed.
Suddenly Sam's mouth crushed down on mine, claiming my lips and drawing my tongue hard against his own so they tangled. I moaned into the kiss and Sam pulled his mouth away, meeting my eyes with a melting chocolate-colored stare.
"And then I would fuck you so well you will remember me for the rest of your life."
I was starting to say something back to him when he stepped back and I noticed one of the men he had been talking to when I first arrived standing close behind him, tapping on his shoulder.
“What?” he snapped.
“Some of the sound guys need to talk to you.”
Sam looked back at me.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ve got to handle this.”
Before I could say anything else, he started away with the man. In that moment, I had no interest in sitting around listening to his band play. I had already heard the rehearsal and I didn’t have any interest in being by myself throughout the rest of the concert.
I paced around the empty lounge, my mind racing. My thighs were damp and I could still feel Sam's hard cock pressing against my hip as we danced. I had never danced like that and it made my body feel alive. His touch made me keenly aware of every inch of my body and curious about what else there was to discover with this man.
Sam's words seemed to swell louder and louder in my mind and I felt my stomach tighten as I replayed them. He spoke to me with such intensity and yet such incredible control that I wanted to give myself over to him, yet it also made me want to find the power that I held within myself and see what I could accomplish when I tried to control him.
His attention had been taken away from me so quickly, though, and I felt the sinking sense of disappointment as I thought about him turning away from me to talk with the guy. I knew that he was here to perform and that he had to handle what had come up, this was still a date and I craved more attention from him. The music was pounding loudly enough that I could feel the vibrations coming through the floor beneath my feet. That suggestive sensation brought me further into my desire, and I thought back to the way I had learned to touch myself in the cottage, and the passionate experience I’d had with Lee. The plans that Sam had whispered to me fell into place with these and I knew that I couldn’t just remain unsatisfied for the night.
Slipping my dress off over my head, I tossed it aside and stood in front of the full-length mirror hanging on the wall to watch myself slowly peel my damp black lace panties off of my hips. I bent over slowly to guide them down my thighs so that I could feel the sensation of the warm fabric grazing down my skin. The cut of the dress hadn’t allowed me to wear a bra so I was left in nothing but the strappy black heels. They were unlike anything that I had ever worn before, but they spoke to the sexy, uninhibited feeling that I had gotten from that evening’s experience. Leaving them on, I walked across the room to the light switch and flicked it down.
I settled onto the large couch on one side of the room and leaned back so I reclined against the pillows piled into one corner. I rested one hand to my stomach and paused for a moment to feel it rising and falling with my deep, somewhat ragged breaths. I parted my legs and slid my hand down between my thighs to discover my luscious swollen pearl again. I gasped, my head arching back and my eyes closing at the feeling. I explored with my fingertip, gradually moving lower and gathering my silky fluid to allow it to slip more freely across my body as I visualized Sam and the things he said that he wanted to do with me. I bent my legs, pulling my thighs further apart and opening me more to my own touch.
Suddenly I heard the sound of the doorknob turning and saw a splash of light as the door opened part of the way. I saw the silhouette of someone standing in the doorway and from the broadness of the shoulders and the slope of the hips I knew it was Sam. My voice whimpered from my throat as the sight of him caused the sensations to spiral and my arousal to reach a new level of intensity.
"Hello?" he said into the darkness and I reached beside me to turn on the small lamp on the end table by the couch.
The light cast a soft yellow glow over me, fully illuminating my body, but I did not stop the intoxicating movements of my hand. A look of surprised pleasure washed over Sam's face and he stepped the rest of the way in the room, reaching back to close the door behind him and turn the lock.
"Well, here you are," he said, his voice silky and low, "I was wondering where you disappeared to. Apparently, the issue with the sound system wasn’t fixed. Half of our equipment went out in the middle of our second song. I keep saying that we shouldn’t let our bassist book the gigs. They’re using the speaker system to stream a few of our tracks, so I’m taking a bit of a break.”
As he spoke, Sam unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes moving from my hand to my face, then back to my hand.
I whimpered in affirmation, knowing that he had some time making me even more eager for him to see how much he had turned me on.
Sam tossed his shirt aside and unfastened his belt.
"Maybe you aren't as innocent as I thought you were," he said approvingly.
I looked up at him and bit my bottom lip.
"Does that feel good?"
The question came out sounding like sex and power, and it made me moan as I responded to the ache in my core by moving my fingers down and slipping two into my body.
Sam lowered his zipper and let them fall to his feet so he could kick them aside. In one swift movement, he pushed his trunks off and his erection sprung away from his body.
"It feels so much better when someone else does it," he whispered and climbed onto the couch with me.
He paused at my feet and ducked his head to kiss the side of my ankle right beneath the buckle of my shoe.
"You should never, ever take off these shoes,” he said.
The way that they were making me feel, I couldn’t help but think that I agreed with him.
He kissed his way up from my ankle along the inside of my leg until his mouth nestled on the juncture between my hip and my thigh. Sam's teeth nipped lightly at my skin and I felt my hips rise in response, encouraging him to touch me. He took his mouth away and brought it to my hand. I felt him gently take my fingers in his teeth and then draw them into his mouth, sucking away my fluids.
I withdrew my hand from his mouth and Sam dipped his head forward, allowing his tongue to replace the movements of my hand. I cried out at finally getting what I had wanted, my hips bucking up into his mouth to encourage more of the attention. Sam responded by tucking his hands under my pelvis to take hold of my ass and hold me in place so he could push his tongue deeper and harder into the curves and tucks of my body. The tension in my belly and thighs was becoming nearly overwhelming and I lifted his chin to pull his mouth away from me.
"I thought that there was more to this lesson plan," I panted.
Sam smiled and moved up the couch to briefly stretch his body across mine. I felt the length of his erection brush against my clit and I arched toward him.
"You're right," he said through his own deepened breath. “Should we continue?”
"Yes."
He dropped a kiss to my mouth and I returned it passionately. Sam slid off of me to tuck himself at my side. He took my hand and dipped it down between my legs to collect more of the hot, slick fluid. Once it was slick and shimmering, he brought it to his erection. I sighed as he tucked my palm against his hard shaft and wrapped my fingers tightly around it. He used his hand to guide mine, moving slowly, allowing me to feel every velvety inch of his hardness beneath my hand. It was hot and impossibly hard, and I concentrated on each of the veins and ridges.
"You like that, don't you?" he murmured and I moaned in affirmation. "Do you want my cock in your mouth?"
"Yes, please."