“If you don’t let me enjoy my meal, I won’t let you have any dessert, baby.” I instantly still my body. “Good girl.”
Sam begins to devour me with his sucking and licking, making me cry out. His tongue swirls around my pussy, licking me thoroughly before moving on to my clit, nibbling my sensitive nerves. He eases a finger in and out of me, never relinquishing the suction on my clit. My thighs can’t stop shaking with pleasure.
“Don’t stop, please, right there,” I beg, throwing my head back in ecstasy.
He reaches deeper inside me, rubbing his fingers on the perfect spot, and I come all over his face, pleasure tearing through my body as I try to catch my breath.
Sam slows his fingers but doesn’t stop, letting me ride out this high as he begins to kiss up my stomach.
When he reaches my face, he gives me the softest, most gentle kiss.
“Oh, baby, I’m not done with you yet.” Sam pulls off his boxer briefs with his free hand and then slowly draws his fingers out of my pussy, tracing my juices up and down his cock. My mouth waters at the sight, needing him inside me one way or another.
As I’m reaching for his cock, he suddenly flips me on top of him.
“Ride me,” he commands. “I need to see you.” Sam liftsme, and I slowly sink down onto him as we both groan in pleasure. We stop here, looking at one another, enjoying the moment, feeling as if we have finally come home.
I look in his eyes, words escaping me. “Sam … I.”
“I know, baby, me too.” He sits up, grabbing the back of my head and kissing me long and deep.
The movement has his cock hitting deeper inside me, drawing out a moan. I move my hips up and down on top of him slowly, savoring this feeling. His hands reach for my breasts and start rolling my nipples.
“God, Becca, you are the sexiest woman on the planet.”
I reach up to the low ceiling and brace my hands for leverage, increasing my force.
“Fuck, yes, right there,” Sam tells me, grabbing my hips while slamming upward. I feel the pressure building, but I need more.
“Sam …” I say breathlessly, asking a question without words.
“I got you, baby.” Sam leans forward so we are chest to chest, ensuring my clit gets the attention it needs. He moves his hips faster, harder while kissing my neck. “Come for me, Becca. I need to feel that pussy squeeze my cock.”
His words send me over the edge. As my body convulses, Sam flips us over so I am on my back again. He grabs my legs, throws them over his shoulders, and brings us nose to nose.
“God, I missed being inside you,” Sam groans as he pushes deeper.
I don’t have the energy to respond. I roll my head to the side, eyes closed, trying to catch my breath.
“Eyes on me. I need your eyes as you fall apart,” he orders.
“I can’t,” I gasp, turning to look at him.
“Yes, you can. One more for me, baby. I got you, I always will.”
And with that, he reaches between us and massages my clit, and I fall over, clamping down on him, bringing him over the edge with me.
Sam collapses on top of me, his breath ragged in my ear as he slowly softens inside me.
The storm outside begins to settle, but in here, everything feels suspended, still.
My body hums with aftershocks, but it's the flood of emotion that undoes me. Tears slip from the corners of my eyes—silent, hot, and unstoppable.
Sam lifts his head. His gaze finds mine instantly as he feels it. He brushes away a tear with the back of his knuckles, gentle as breath.
“I know, sweetheart,” he whispers, as if I’d spoken every thought out loud. “I don’t know how to fix all of this yet, but I’m not stopping until I do.”
He kisses me then, soft and sweet, like a vow made flesh.
