His throat bobs as he swallows. “I cannot believe you’re giving me a sex pep talk right now.”
I grab his hand, tugging him towards the stairs. “You love it, really.”
“Maybe,” he grudgingly admits.
The moment the bedroom door shuts behind him I’m on him, pulling up his shirt and ripping it off over his head. I may have seen a lot of topless photos of Sam plastered over the internet. And I may have seen him wearing Speedos more times that I can remember. But nothing beats having him right here in front of me like this. The warmth of his front pressing against me, his arms enveloping me. It’s only been a week, and I’m obsessed with the sensation.
He pulls at my top and we break apart for him to tug it off over my head.
“Bra?” he asks.
“Yep,” I say breathlessly, and he unclasps it before dropping it to the floor. I look at him for a moment, just taking it in. His chest is heaving and his hair’s sticking out at angles around his face; his blue eyes flicker over my body, and I smile.
“I’m jumping,” I warn him, and leap up, letting him catch my legs around his waist as he holds me to him.
“You’re a menace,” he tells me, peppering my neck with kisses as he walks us towards the bed and drops me on it. He stands at the edge of the mattress, gaze predatory as he pulls off first his shorts and then mine and pushes my legs apart to settle between them. He props himself up on one arm so that he can look down at me. It’s so familiar, so easy, that it’s hard to remember that we’ve only just started doing this.
“Is this alright?” he asks as he starts to touch me through my underwear.
“More than alright.” I pull his lips back down to mine. “Please keep doing that.”
We kiss for a few moments more, his hand making teasing touches until I claw at his back impatiently. “Take them off,” I say and he nods, kneeling to pull off my underwear before looking at me for a moment.
“Let me just go and get some stuff,” he says gruffly.
I huff in annoyance as he pushes back up off the bed. My body already misses the warmth of his above mine. When he comes back he has a navy towel in one hand, and a bottle of lube and box of condoms in the other. We had the protection talk last week, but I’m glad he was the one who went to the shop to buy them.
“Seriously? You hid those in the bathroom?” I prop myself up on my elbows and gesture at the box. “Your dad will one hundred per cent have seen that.”
“Nah,” he smirks. “They were right at the bottom of my swimming bag. He’ll never know.”
I look at him sceptically as he puts the stuff on the side and then sits on the edge of the bed to lay out a towel. “He’s a police officer; he would definitely know to look in a sports bag. What’s the towel for?”
“Just in case.” He rolls it out and then pulls me over until I’m lying on top of it.
“So chivalrous,” I tease as I reach out to pull him back down on top of me.
His blue eyes look down at me, dark blond hair still tousled from my hands.
“If you want to stop at any point just tell me. But you in my bed naked is the hottest thing I’ve seen in my life.”
“You’re just a horny teenage boy.”
He pulls back with a frown.
“Nah, I’m not, Kath. It’s you. You’re so beautiful.” His gaze looks me up and down. I don’t feel self-conscious in front of him, even as his eyes peruse my body, lingering on my breasts. I pull him back towards me, sighing in contentment as he braces himself on top of me. He touches me gently, rubbing steady circles around my clit, before slipping in one finger, then another, and gently twisting them. It leaves me gasping for breath. I love it when he does this, I love the sensations that start to build, and how it almost feels like both too much and not enough.
“More?” he asks, and I nod.
“More.”
He rolls sideways so that he can watch me, as his fingers keep moving inside me. His eyes flicker from my face to his hand and my stomach tenses. Watching him watch us is making me wetter.
“Just let go, Kath.” He leans across to give me another kiss as I moan into his mouth. I feel the wave cresting and he swallows my gasp as it shatters through me, leaving me boneless.
“God, that was…” I trail off, unable to form coherent thoughts.
He drops a kiss onto my nose and quickly stands to take off his underwear. He kneels on the bed, leaning over me to grab a condom from the bedside table.
