His hard c**k probes my entrance, and I instinctively open my legs wider, inviting him inside me. It’s an invitation he doesn’t need. With my wrists bound above my head, his lips meshed with mine, he slowly inches his way inside me, my walls clinging to him tightly. “Fuck me, Sammy. You feel incredible. I need to move.” Totally speechless, all I can do is lift my hips to thrust against him, encouraging him to make love to me.
Our hips move rhythmically against each other as he sets a slow and torturous pace, stoking the raging inferno inside me that has been threatening to explode ever since I woke up.
“Grab the headboard, Sammy. Hold on and don’t let go,” he orders, his voice a low growl. His grip on my wrists loosen and I stretch out my fingers, wrapping them around the thick wooden slats of his headboard, bucking against him as he continues to pump inside me. The thrill I feel at making him lose control heightens my pleasure. Knowing that my submission is the same gift to him as his dominance is giving me lifts me higher than I’ve ever felt before. I groan as he sucks hard on the delicate skin at the base of my neck. I know I’ll have the hickey from hell there now, but all I want is Sean to lose control; I want him to go off the deep end and give me a sign that he is just as worked up as me right now because I’m seconds from detonating again.
“I’m close … shit, f**k, I’m close,” I pant in his ear. “Sean, I need to ...”
“Close your eyes. I want you to feel everything. My hard c**k stroking inside you, my wet mouth on your skin, my sweaty body rubbing against yours. Feel me, Sammy. Feel everything and give it back to me.”
And I do.
The minute I close my eyes, I can feel every warm inch of Sean as he worships my body. He’s not just making love to me, he’s consuming me, owning me, and I f**king love it.
“I want you to come, Sammy. I want you to come hard. I want to feel you squeeze my c**k as I fill you. I need to feel you, Sammy. Fuck … come. Come now!”
He thrusts two more times, pounding into me before planting himself to the hilt and taking my mouth vigorously, groaning his release as I crash over the cliff, my orgasm surging through me as I tighten my limbs around him and enjoy the ride.
“Fuck, yes,” he affirms as he rests his weight against my now spent body. “God, I missed you Sam. I missed you so f**king much.”
When an intense, strong man, who usually keeps his feelings in check, expresses himself so clearly and so sure of himself, the woman who broke his heart and took her sweet ass time coming back to him listens. I let the words sink in as he rolls off me and tucks me into his side, running his hand up and down my skin soothingly. And for the first time in a long time, I know I’ve finally done the right thing.
I’m home.
Chapter 15: “Goodbye My Lover”
Sean
“So do I need to tie you to the bed while I go to the bathroom?”
Her eyes go wide, but I don’t miss the flash of heat my threat has evoked. “No … why would you?” Her brows furrow and the look of confusion is adorable on her.
I lean down and plant a soft kiss at the end of her button nose. “Well, I’m hoping you won’t want to run away from me now that I’ve given you two orgasms for breakfast, but I can never tell with you.” I wink and she hits my chest with her palm.
“Well, we could always shower together, you know. Then we’ll be saving the planet and you won’t have to worry about me doing a magic disappearing act on you.” She laughs before jumping up off the mattress and walking into my bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
I lay there stunned.
First at the return of the fun, carefree Samantha who I originally fell in love.
Second at the site of her pert naked backside as she sashays her way to the bathroom.
“You’ve got five minutes before I’m coming in after you!” I call out, feeling my c**k harden at the mere thought of having her again.
“Promises promises, Sir,” she goads. That’s all the motivation I need. I pull the covers back and leisurely make my way to the bathroom. I open the door, greeted with a waft of thick steam.
“You think you can hide in here?” I ask teasingly as I walk blindly to the shower room, holding out my hands at what would be her hip height and searching for her warm naked body in the makeshift fog.
“I thought you’d get off on the thrill of the chase.”
“I’d chase you anywhere, Samantha Richards.”
“I tried to resist and look how that turned out. I think I might just stay put and see how well your old body can keep up with me now that I’m in my sexual prime,” she murmurs in my ear. Hooking my arm around her waist, I roll her in front of me, her back to my chest. Reaching up and tangling my hand in her hair, I tug her head to the side and bite the apex of her neck and collarbone. She releases a low, dick hardening whimper as I ease my teeth back and run the flat of my tongue over the bruised skin.
“You’re going to pay for that comment.”
“I’m counting on it,” she replies, her husky voice giving away just how much she enjoyed being chased.
An hour and no hot water later, she paid for it three times. Once with my fingers, once with my mouth, and lastly as I pumped my c**k into her from behind while her hands were pinned to the shower wall and she milked my orgasm from me.
After a quick trip back to her apartment to grab some clean clothes for Sam, we’re now on our way to breakfast. When she told me she wasn’t back on shift until tomorrow, I asked her to spend the day with me. We have a lot of time to catch up on, and a lot of miscommunications to clear up. In order to move forward, we need a clean slate. Oh, then there is the little issue of her mother’s meddling from ten years ago to deal with.
I remember the day we broke up, still so clear in my mind. She’d been avoiding me for a few days after I’d met her mom for the first time. Let me tell you, Debra Richards is one hard ass S.O.B. and the way she berated Sam grated me like you would not believe.
Both my parents and grandparents showered Ryan and me with love, supporting us as we strived to become our own person, follow our own paths and forge new ones where there weren’t any. But Sammy … she was given another perspective, one that her ball busting mother instilled in her, one which meant that under no circumstances should she let a man take care of her; that she should never rely on a man because heaven forbid she make the same mistakes Debra made.
After two days of Sam hiding away in her dorm room, I arranged for Helen to make herself scarce and knocked on their door with a bag of Chinese takeout, a bottle of vodka, and a smile. When Sam answered the door she looked a mess. Her hair was tied up on the top of her head in a messy bun, and she was wearing a loose fitting T-shirt two sizes too big with leggings. But she was still the most beautiful woman in the world.