I feel his hands glide over the curve of my ass, rubbing the skin in a circular motion. “Fuck, I love your ass. So firm, yet soft … perfect for my hands. He runs his hands down the outside of my thighs, then back up again, his feather light touch electrifying my body, awakening my senses once more. His fingers glide between my legs, feeling how ready I am for him, and I whimper at the grazing touch.
“Almost, Sammy. Just remember to hold on and don’t let go. Do you trust me, sweetheart?”
There is no waver in his voice. No uncertainty. There is nothing but confidence and self-assured certainty in his words.
He is my Dom.
“Yes! Yes, Sean. Please, I need you to touch me.”
“Where, Sammy?”
“Anywhere! Everywhere!”
“I am. I will.” He leans his naked body over mine, his c**k sliding between my legs, resting teasingly against my clit. “I know what you need, Sammy. Don’t. Let. Go,” he reiterates in my ear before gliding his hands from my shoulders down my back while peppering soft, wet kisses down my spine, the air cooling the skin in his wake. My body trembles as I wait for him to thrust his c**k into me, but instead, I groan as he resumes caressing the globes of my ass, around and around, over and over. Then without warning he lifts one of his hands and spanks me. He f**king spanks me. I lift my head to stand up and feel his other hand pushing me down. My skin burns with heat, the sound of the slap of his hand more shocking than any short lasting pain. I moan as desire shoots directly down between my legs and when I arch my back, raising my ass to him, he chuckles to himself.
“I knew you’d like it. You’re a f**king natural, Sammy. Fucking perfect for me.” He resumes caressing my ass, my skin alive under his touch as he spanks me again. I lose track of time, my brain switching off as I focus on the pleasure Sean is giving me. My ass feels like it is on fire but so does my yearning for him. “Pleaseeeee,” I whine. I know I’m begging but right now my pu**y needs his c**k like a desert needs the sun. Desperately.
“I know, sweetheart, I know. Believe me, I know,” he murmurs as he dips two fingers inside of me. My walls tighten around him and he groans as he f**ks me with them, easing the way for his cock. I smile knowing that he’s just as desperate as I am, my silence short lived as I cry out in relief and bliss when he removes his fingers, gripping my hips tightly before plunging his c**k deep inside me.
He pulls completely out before pounding into me again. “Fuck, I love your tight pu**y. I’m not going to last long. I’ve been hard since the café.”
“Don’t stop!” I yell as he takes me, over and over until my legs start to shake and I feel lightheaded, another orgasm surging toward me as his grip tightens on my hips, his fingertips biting into my skin.
“Come, Sammy. I want you to come. Now, Sammy!” he roars as he f**ks me harder, faster, his c**k filling me over and over until he plants himself deep inside me and calls out my name as he climaxes the same time as I do.
I lower my forehead against the couch as I struggle to catch my breath. My legs feel like jelly, but Sean wraps an arm around my waist as he leans over my body from behind once more, his clammy forehead resting against my shoulder as he stays inside me, not wanting to end our connection too soon.
“Better than before,” he murmurs as he places a soft kiss against my skin.
“Better than ever,” I add.
Chapter 17: “Happy”
Sean
Since Sam and I got back together, we’ve focused on just enjoying each other’s company and getting to know each other again. There’s been no Ryan trouble, no work stress (well, no more than normal), and no unwanted distractions except each other, so between her shift schedule and my day and night jobs, we’ve been grabbing every chance we get to spend together.
Earlier tonight I gave her a key to the condo when she came around after work earlier tonight, a gift which she reluctantly accepted. This wasn’t because she didn’t want it. As she explained it, she didn’t want to rush things between us. When I replied that we didn’t need to waste any more time than we already had, her eyes softened and she accepted the key gracefully. I ended up pulling her hard against my body and kissing her into submission until her body was soft and pliant against mine, then I proceeded to take her on the kitchen floor while dinner was cooking in the oven. What can I say? I’m a man who can multi-task.
Now it’s after dinner (and a shower) and we’re both lying on the couch, Sam in front of me, while she watches Criminal Minds (yes, ironic, I know) and I’m reading a deposition. Aren’t we just the picture of domesticity?
When the commercial break comes on, I feel Sam wriggle around to face me. “I had lunch with Helen and Rico today.” Then there is silence while she waits for a reaction.
I put my papers down in my lap. “Mmm hmm. How is Helen? Still bugging you for details on how good I am between your legs?”
“Sean! No! Well, yes … but no. She was saying how she hasn’t seen you since college and how they’d love to meet up for dinner one night.”
“Sounds like a great idea. It would be good to catch up.”
“You sure?” she asks, sounding skeptical.
“Of course. But why don’t we invite them here for dinner instead of going out? We could have it on the rooftop.” Her eyes go wide before she grabs my face and pulls me into a kiss, one of her soft, gentle ones that start with her tongue gently tracing my bottom lip before she tentatively moves it deeper. That’s all I can handle before I take over control, holding the back of her head as I slant my head and probe my tongue deeper, sliding over hers as I explore her mouth, each kiss a new adventure, another chance to taste her.
I ease out of the kiss, moving my hand down her back and cupping her ass, pulling her hips against my now very hard cock. One kiss and I’m raring to go with Sammy. It’s insane, but not unwelcome. “Why don’t you invite your partner and his fiancé? We can make it a dinner party.”
She looks at me and smiles, her expression one of confused awe. “Are you sure you’re real?” she squeezes my bicep, then cups my jaw. “You feel real.”
“I’m real … hard right now. Is this enough proof for you?” I roll my hips against hers again, groaning at the friction against my cock.
“You can prove that to me again in about thirty-four minutes once my program has finished.” She kisses me quickly before rolling back toward the TV as the program starts again.