I surprised myself with my immediate answer, but Sam groaned and pumped my hand harder.
"What a good girl," he said and pulled my hand away from him.
He pulled my hand until I sat up and then guided me off the edge of the couch. Turning, he draped his legs off of the side so they were positioned on either side of me. He leaned forward and kissed my stomach, then brought his mouth to one of my breasts, drawing the hardened nipple between his teeth and biting down on it so that a deliciously new blend of pain and pleasure coursed through me. I buried my fingers in his hair and let my head fall back as I enjoyed the feeling of him immediately switching back to soothing my skin with soft sucks and kisses.
After a few moments, Sam rested his hands to my hips and pushed me down to my knees. I complied willingly, the excitement building in my belly as his long, beautiful cock came level with my face. I didn’t need to wait for instructions. I drew my tongue quickly along the underside, smiling when his erection jumped in response to my touch. I licked again, slowing down so I could enjoy the taste of his skin as I traced from the base to the tip. Then I remembered that I was supposed to be allowing him to teach me and I looked up at him.
"Open your mouth," Sam whispered, returning to his role as my instructor.
I did as he asked, parting my lips and allowing him to touch the smooth, silky head of his cock between them. I left it where it was for a moment and flicked my tongue along the slit at the tip, savoring the salty taste of the drop of fluid there. Craving more, I parted my lips further and he pushed forward until I held him fully in my mouth. He whispered instructions to me, cupping his hand around my head to guide the movements of my mouth until I was sucking smoothly and quickly, reveling in the feeling of his erection against my tongue and lips.
"Stop," Sam gasped suddenly, and I pulled my head back.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Sam growled low in his throat and pulled me to my feet by my shoulders. Though he had sounded frightening, there was nothing but arousal in his eyes when I looked at him and I felt at ease again.
"Not at all," he answered, the smoothness gone from his voice so that it now sounded gravely with desire, "but if you keep going like that, I won't be able to move on to the final lesson."
Sam reached over toward a box sitting on the end table and withdrew a condom. As he opened the package I noticed it declared that it was ribbed. As he put it on, I saw that the texture of the surface of the condom was different from the one that Lee had used, intriguing me. I reached forward and brushed his hand away, taking control over the process and rolling the condom into place. When I was finished, I lowered my mouth to his, gaining courage from the pressure of his lips and the indulgence of his tongue sliding across mine. Sam pulled back and looked into my eyes.
"How do you want me?” he asked.
I tilted my head at him.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
All I knew is that my body was aching for him and I desperately wanted him inside me. Sam slid further back on the couch and he used one hand on the back of my hips to pull me forward toward him. He led me until my knees hit the cushions and buckled slightly. As my knees bent, he caught the backs of my thighs and guided me up so I straddled his thighs. My core cradled his erection and I rocked my hips slightly to glide along it.
"Do you want me to make love to you, or do you want me to fuck you?" he asked and my stomach clenched.
My body was trembling and I felt like I was on the brink of losing control.
It was a question that I fully understood, but one that I wasn’t going to answer.
"You are supposed to be the one who is teaching me," I said, trying to control the shaking in my voice.
Sam smiled.
"I am. I'm teaching you to know what you want and how to ask for it so that you can get every bit of pleasure and enjoyment that you deserve.”
"I want you," I said.
"You could lift your hips just a little right now and I could plunge right inside. Or I could lay you on your back and take it a little slower."
I brought my mouth to his ear and licked his earlobe.
"You can do anything you want to me," I said.
As soon as the words were out of my mouth Sam's hands clamped down on my hips, lifted them, and brought me down hard on his erection. I screamed at the sudden mixture of pain and pleasure so much like him biting down on my nipple as he suddenly filled me. I could feel every ridge of the condom as it stimulated my walls, creating unique sensations that made me more aware of the depth and shape of my body.
"Then I am going to fuck you like I promised I would," he growled against my ear, reaching up to grab a handful of my hair and he wrapped his other arm around my waist to hold me in place.
I felt my pleasure spiraling upward as he used his hands to bring me up and down in hard, intense thrusts. The speed gave my body little time to stretch to accommodate him and each stroke brought both delicious pleasure and sharp pain. I stopped trying to control my reaction and let out a sharp cry. Sam slowed and I opened my eyes to look at him.
"No. Don't stop," I said, grinding down against his pelvis to bury his cock deeper inside me.
"Don’t worry. I'm not going to stop," he said. "Wrap your legs around me."
I did as he asked, and Sam stood, bringing me up with him, then turned to lower me to my back on the couch. He took my legs from around his waist and placed them on his shoulders, immediately driving him deeper into me. I gasped as he leaned forward to rise over me, his hands coming to rest on the couch beside my shoulders.
I groaned at the incredible sensation this completely new position created. Sam withdrew slightly, then plunged forward. At the sound of my pleasure, he started to move at a frenzied pace, pounding into me harder and faster. Suddenly I felt the tension building in my thighs and stomach again. I moaned and writhed against the bed.
"Don't fight it," Sam whispered.
I let myself surrender to him and almost immediately my body contracted around him. A loud scream poured from me as tremors rolled through my walls, drawing him deeper into me. That moment pushed Sam into his own oblivion and he let out an animal cry, slamming into me a final time as he spilled hot streams into me with a series of hard pulses.
When his body relaxed, Sam lowered my legs and rested his head to my chest briefly before looking up at me and laughing. I could feel his sweat dripping off of his face onto my skin and his breath rippling down my chest and stomach. I felt a laugh bubbling up from my chest. I wasn’t sure why I was laughing, but it felt like a release as much as the orgasm.
Noah was leaving my room when I finally got back to the retreat that night. He looked me up and down before he said anything.
“I baked some cookies today,” he said. “I left some for you.”
“Thank you,” I said.
“How was the concert?”
“Loud,” I admitted. “The type of music wasn’t really my cup of tea.”
“Oh, I also left you a cup of tea.”
I laughed and Noah joined me. Our voices quieted and I suddenly didn’t want him to walk away. I gestured toward the door.
“Do you want to come share the cookies with me?”
Noah’s eyes slid toward the door as though he was tempted, and then he shook his head.
“Thanks, but I should probably get to bed. I have to get up early to bake bread in the morning. Maybe tomorrow, though.”
I nodded.
“I don’t know anybody who makes bread. My mother never even made bread. I look forward to trying it.”
Noah gave a slightly tense smile.
“Good night,” he said. He started down the steps and then turned back to me. “I was right about that dress, by the way.”
Chapter Fourteen
Snow