That got her smiling, the shroud of sadness lifting into the sky. Sammy stuck her foot out, letting it rub almost accidentally on my thigh.
I squinted at her, trailing my fingers to her ankle and digging in. “Guess you really are a local.”
“Did you still doubt that?”
Leaning forward, I brushed my lips on hers. When I pulled back, her eyes were shut, her face expectant for more. Whispering against her mouth, I said, “You still don’t kiss like a local.”
Sighing gently, she put her hands on the back of my head. “You’re right. I kiss better.”
And she did. She really fucking did.
With a wicked smile, I leaned on her until she buckled onto the grass. My knees straddled her, a hand creeping under her spine to encourage her to arch against me. Skating down her torso, I let the smooth cloth of her shirt caress my face.
Grass tickled my elbows as I settled between her thighs. In a great show of patience, I unbuttoned the black pants she had on. Looking up, I could see the high-speed curve of her hips as they led to her navel, the mounds of her breasts where they rose and fell.
Violently, I ripped the trousers down her legs; they caught on her flats, then they took the shoes with them. In front of me was my prize, the perfect triangle of her pussy hidden behind a pair of blue panties.
Kissing her hip, I said, “I’ve been wanting to eat your pussy since I first saw you naked. You smell so fucking good, Sammy. Did you ever think you’d get eaten out by actual royalty?”
“I’m pretty sure every girl writes about that in their diary, Your Majesty,” she said, drawing the word out sarcastically.
Cupping her ass, I breathed along her stomach. “You’re teasing, but I love that.”
“It doesn’t make you uncomfortable?”
I snorted loudly; she jumped as she felt it against her inner thigh. “In what world is it uncomfortable to have a hot woman treat you like the king you are?”
“Prince. You’re not a king,” she said with a weak chuckle. Her composure was cracking, it made it hard for her to joke around.
Flattening my tongue, I slid it along the front of her underwear. Her groan made my cock flood with lust. “And you’re the expert?” Not letting her answer, I started to tug at her panties, pulling them inside of her so that her plump lower lips peeked out the sides.
Sammy grabbed my hands abruptly. “Let me get these off.”
“Someone’s in a hurry,” I said, raising an eyebrow.
Biting her lip, she wriggled out of her underwear in a clumsy shift of her weight. Even that—seeing her flopping and grinding without any grace—was intoxicating. “Let’s just say that letting you play with these particular panties would be . . . weird for me.” I frowned with uncertainty. “Don’t ask,” she mumbled.
So I didn’t. My lips had other ways to spend their energy.
I left indents in her soft flesh from gripping her ass so roughly. Sammy squeaked, acting as if my uncontrollable lust for her was out of the blue. There was no way she didn’t realize how fucking horny she made me.
Her scent clouded my thoughts. It was clean and thick and everything in between, I wanted to smell her excitement till the end of my days. Growling, I pushed her knees to the dirt, spreading her out as fully as she could manage.
“Kain! Easy!” Her smile was nervous, the last remnant of her self-control locked inside of it.
Meeting her stare evenly, I lowered my nose to the triangle of hair above her swollen clit and had my first taste of Sammy Sage. She shut her eyes; I spoke into the wet heat of her folds. “Don’t. You’re going to watch me make you come. You’re going to look me in the face as you cream all over my mouth. Got it?”
She trembled, a spasm that rolled through her until her knees twitched in my grip. It caught me off guard, her thighs clamping around my cheeks. “Yeah,” she whispered. “I’ve got it.”
Lapping around the edge of her clit, I pulled her pink lips apart. Every bit of her was slippery, engorged with her arousal. Knowing I’d done this to her was infusing me with a wild sort of power. Sammy was strong, she didn’t give in easily—but she had with me.
Fuck, what a rush to know what I was doing to her.
In my jeans, my cock dug into the fabric. Every time I licked around her hard nub, my dick swelled more. The tension was unbelievable, I was coiled and ready to explode. Her heat was maddening; I could see her clit flex from my breath.
Lifting two of my fingers, I licked them patiently. Sammy stared, unblinking, at my display. I didn’t need lube, I just wanted her to know what I was about to do. I wanted her to think about my fingers inside of her before they even began pushing in.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Of course I am,” she said.
“I know.” My fingertips ran along her entrance, then in a firm shove, I pumped them deep into her pussy. “I like making you say it,” I said, her groan of delight muting my words. My fingers rubbing the inner roof of her wet walls, my thumb joined the fray, grinding on her clit. Sammy bucked against me, my cock thrumming instantly. She was squeezing my fingers, desperate for an orgasm to relieve the pressure I knew she was suffering—I was suffering it as well.
Bending low, I pushed my lips firmly against my thumb, licking around it as it made circles on her twitching clit. Her panting was all I heard, her soaked warmth was all I felt. Ripples moved down my fingers: the only warning I had before she crushed my head with her knees.
“I’m coming!” she shouted. The words echoed through the sky and grass, they filled my ears, and I felt them low in my belly.
“Don’t you dare stop watching me,” I hissed.
Sammy’s lashes had been closing; she snapped them wide, her cheeks pink as she shook with her orgasm. I watched her the whole time, my breathing flaring my ribs so hard that I was rising from the ground in great waves.
Her juice soaked my face; my cock had never been so painfully rock-hard. “That felt like a good one. Fuck, I can’t wait any longer.” Kneeling on the grass, I pulled my shirt over my head. When I could see again, I caught how she’d been transfixed by the sight of my body in the sun.
Purposely I flexed my arms and my stomach muscles. She tried to laugh to hide how she’d been ogling me like a piece of meat, but she couldn’t trick me—especially not with how her tits started rising faster with her excited breathing.
“Take off my jeans,” I said.
“Yes, Your Majesty.” She lacked the sarcasm that time. Rising up to sit, she fumbled with my belt. It fell away, her eagerness obvious when she didn’t even savor pulling my zipper down.
The metal teeth parted, my erection shoving through the gap. The front of my tight briefs was wet with my precome. “That’s beautiful,” I whispered.
Her eyes flicked up to me. “What is?”
“Looking down on you as you stare hungrily at my cock.”