She swallowed hard, her pulse accelerating, and said, “I want you to…put your fingers inside me.”
He growled, then delicately parted the moist petals of her * with his fingers. He was so huge, had such big hands, but he touched her with such gentleness that it almost hurt her heart. He bent his head and lapped briefly at her clitoris, making her thighs tremble, then looked up at her as he slid one thick finger into her core. He curved his finger back towards himself, gently stroking her G-spot, and her * clenched around his finger, gripping him tightly. He held her gaze, licking his lips as he began to move his finger in and out, hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves with each movement and sending her soaring towards orgasm with a suddenness that make her pant and clutch at the leather of the couch.
She let her head fall back and closed her eyes, allowing herself to succumb to the intensity of the sensations. Sam moved his finger in and out of her * faster and harder, pushing her relentlessly towards bliss, and when she felt his tongue on her clitoris again, rapidly flicking in time with his hand, the pleasure crested and she cried out hoarsely, writhing against his mouth as she came and came.
It took her a few moments to come back to herself, weak and shaking, but when she did, she said in a wavering voice, “I want you to stand up and take off your shirt.”
Sam obeyed her, stripping his shirt over his head and revealing sleek muscles that made her mouth water. His biceps flexed as he clenched and unclenched his hands, gazing ravenously at her naked body.
“Come here,” she said, with more confidence in her voice.
“But I—”
“I’m telling you what I want,” she insisted. “Come here.”
He stepped towards her, and she drew her leg underneath her so that her mouth was at the same level as the straining bulge of his cock. With fingers trembling with a combination of completion and renewed lust, she undid the button of his fly, slid the zipper down and released his dick. It was thick and heavy in her hand and twitched against her palm. Sam bit back a needy moan and shuddered. She looked up to see the strangest expression on his face – wild and lost and lustful.
She bent her head and ran her tongue delicately over the mushroom-shaped head of his cock, savouring the salty taste of his precum, then sucked him into her mouth like a lollipop. He moaned and ran his fingers into her curls.
She began to bob her head, slowly, taking the full length of him into her mouth until his pubic hair tickled her nose, then withdrawing until he almost popped free of her lips. With each pass she tongued the precum from the slit in the head of his cock and savoured his building groans of pleasure and anticipation.
She began to move faster, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked on him, taking him as deep as she could without choking. She could feel him trembling as he tried to resist thrusting into her mouth, and dug her fingernails in his taut, rounded buttocks to draw him closer. He gave a throaty cry and shuddered, then stepped back, breathing hard, his erection bobbing against his belly, a pearl of dewy precum on the tip.
“I didn’t tell you to move,” she protested, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I want to make you come.”
He leveled a ravenous golden gaze on her and growled, “We can make each other come.” Then he pounced, tumbling her backwards onto the sofa.
He settled between her thighs, his body hot and strong and heavy, and Clover wrapped her legs around his waist and silently begged him to enter her.
He thrust inside her in one excruciatingly smooth motion, stretching and filling her, making her bite her lip to hold back a desperate moan. She wanted to beg him to take her hard and fast, to fuck her, but he stilled for a moment, breathing hard and burying his face in the side of her neck.
She squirmed and panted and locked her ankles behind his back. “Sam…”
She could feel it the moment his control snapped. He rose up over her and thrust hard, almost desperately, slamming against her with each flex of his hips. The muscles in his arms and chest bunched and coiled and she gazed up into eyes, gone feral, and wild sensations shuddered through her and a heavy heat began to build in her belly.
He cursed, then gathered her into his arms and held her against him as he continued to pump. She clutched at his back, feeling the flex of his muscles under the sweat-slick skin. She allowed her head to fall back and moaned wildly as the sensations between her thighs crested into a maelstrom of sensation that swept through her, electrifying her and leaving her weak. Her body clenched and throbbed and pulsed around him and she thought she might go insane from the sweet wildness of the pleasure.