It shouldn’t feel so right, should it? Whatever this is between Sammy and I shouldn’t feel so good right off the bat, like there was never a decade we lost.
My plans to bring her back to the condo and reconnect with her in the most pleasurable physical way were curtailed when Sam fell asleep on my shoulder in the car on the way home. I wasn’t pissed off though; she was still slightly drunk and grew sleepy in her adorable post-orgasmic haze. When we arrived at my door, I carried her up the stairs and into my bedroom, laying her down on the bed.
“Can’t sleep in clothes,” she murmured as she clumsily tried to take her dress off over her head without standing up, all the while mumbling, “Sleep naked,” to me.
“Just wait, Sammy, I’ll help you.”
“You just want me naked and begging.” Her husky, slurred voice pulled at me.
I leaned in close, dragging my large hands over her hips and dragging the soft material of her dress up with them, making sure to feel the smooth expanse of her skin under my touch. I didn’t miss the small shudders or the goose bumps that followed, and I had to bite back a groan when she arched her back subconsciously and thrust her br**sts even closer to my face.
That wasn’t my only problem.
1) There was a half-naked Sammy lying on my bed, in my house, the two of us alone in private and void of interruptions for the next eight hours at least.
2) She was being sexy and funny and cute and I didn’t want to do a thing about it until she was awake, sober and cute.
3) My black cotton boxers covering her smooth pu**y kept taunting me. It was hard enough keeping my hands to myself when I saw what lay underneath after she insisted I change her underwear.
4) The glimpse of her br**sts through her black lace bra was begging me to put my mouth on her.
My night had gone south when I saw that cretin pawing at her in my club. When she saw me, I didn’t miss the flash of guilt that washed over her features. I could tell she was thinking of me, imagining … no, wishing it were me with her, touching her, kissing her.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for a bit of exhibitionism in the right context, but watching the woman I want, the woman I need get dry humped in front of me is not my thing, so I mentioned to my bouncer that Sam was allowed up if she approached him, but no one else, and that I’d be in my office if anyone needed me. The hardest thing out of all of that was turning my back on her and walking away.
But walking away from each other seems to be a bad habit of ours, doesn’t it?
I managed to dress her in one of my T-shirts, and my boxers so that her dignity remained intact. Once she was sleeping soundly on her side in my bed, I stripped off and walked into my en suite and turned the shower on, not bothering to close the door. Not waiting for the water to warm up, I was immediately hit with cold water from all six jets, soaking me from all directions. Feeling my built-up lust ease slightly along with the stresses of the night, I finally started to relax. My c**k still ached for relief. I swear, I was in physical pain from being turned on for too long.
But I resisted the temptation to take matters into my own hands in the shower and stepped out, drying myself off before returning to the bedroom and dropping the towel around my waist, hopping into bed next to her.
I turn my head to the side and watch the slow rise and fall of her chest. I wonder if she’ll change her mind in the light of day; whether she’ll bolster her defenses and close herself off again. Fuck, I hope not. I’ll just have to distract her so that it doesn’t happen.
There is something about having a naked woman in my bed wearing something of mine that fills me. She’s actually here, back in my life and my bed. If you’d asked me a month ago whether I thought that it would be possible, I would have laughed at you and told you to take a hike.
Turning onto my back, I put my arm behind my head. 2 a.m. and I’m home, in bed, with a beautiful woman. This is unheard of, but hell if I don’t like it. A lot. The only thing to make it better would be for her to be naked and awake, writhing beneath me.
She rolls toward me, tangling her legs with mine and plastering her body against mine as she rests her hand on my chest, directly above my heart. FUCK! That instantly gets my c**k standing to attention again. Just when I thought I’d be able to make it until morning.
Reaching down with my left hand, I squeeze my c**k hard, willing the f**ker to settle down and let me sleep. Instead, just touching the hard shaft hardens me further. Sammy’s leg moves against mine, the smooth skin slowly sliding down, then back up again. I look down at her and her eyes are still closed, her hand on my chest remains motionless. Still asleep.
Out of habit, my hand fists my dick and I give in to temptation and give myself a few very welcome strokes. Fuck, it feels good. I feel her fingers twitch which just spurs me on. I tighten my grip and stroke slowly down and then back up, biting back a groan when her leg repeats its torturous trip down and back up again.
I should stop right now, but with Sammy half on me and her leg mirroring the movements on my cock, that seems near impossible.
Another stroke, another shot of pleasure shoots through me.
Just when I’m looking down at my fist as it palms my cock, Sammy’s hand slowly drifts down my chest, her index finger tracing the lines of my abs until her hand wraps around mine and she moves our hands over my length, up and down, slowly increasing the speed. She squeezes her hand around mine and this time I don’t bother hiding my satisfaction, swearing softly under my breath as I watch us, captivated by the sight of our joined hands stroking my eager dick. I move my hand on top of hers and direct her, the first touch of her soft skin on me sending a surge of total satisfaction through my body.
I turn my head and her bright green eyes burn into mine. She leans her head until our mouths are almost touching, our hands never stopping their assault as she traces the seam of my lips with her tongue. I growl and attack her mouth with renewed hunger, our tongues entwining and our hands speed up.
Stroking up and down as my tongue rolls over hers, our lips glued together as we breathe heavily, my climax rushing through me like a stampede.
“Fuck, Sammy, don’t stop,” I mutter as she pulls away and starts kissing my neck while tightening her grip and silently willing me to finish what I started.
“Fuck, Sammy!” I roar as I climax, our hands still moving as I spill onto my stomach.
I turn my head and take her mouth, murmuring words of appreciation and awe between kisses.
Well, f**k me, the woman isn’t backing off.