“Such a good girl,” he purred as he thrust into me with his cock. As he did, he nudged the whole head of the dildo into my slick asshole.
I screamed. “Yes!”
The pressure in my ass opened up a whole new level of pleasure. The feelings were so intense I knew I was about to tip over the edge.
“Again,” I gritted out, backing onto him. “More.”
He filled me deeper, just like I askedfor.
“You still good?” he asked, his voice strained. He was getting close too.
I nodded. “Yes,” I groaned. The dick was only a few inches in my ass—probably as far as I could take it right now. But Sam knew not to push it. He just held it there, vibrating, as he played with my clit and rocked his hips, thrusting into me in a steady beat.
“Look in the mirror, sweetheart,” he urged. “Look at that good girl taking it all. Look at those tits sway as she gets fucked.”
Feeling himandseeing him working me in all the ways was all I could take was too much. With no more warning, a rush of incredibly intense electric pleasure came ripping from my lower half, radiating through my entire body. I came by far the hardest I ever had—I arched and bucked and screamed against him.
Was it trying these new things? Or was it knowing that I was truly loved that had me opening up so completely? I felt like all the things at once: a woman, a goddess, a wild animal. I came knowing I was all those things, only for Sam. I screamed his name, just like I promised I would.
Sam meanwhile had gone stiff, and quickly pulled out. In the mirror, with both of his hands occupied, he rested himself on me, and I felt the spurt of his cum against me, hot as a lightning strike over my ass.
His groans were intense as he slid his cock over my backside. He made sure I was done, and then pulled out the dildo, gently soothing me where it had been.
Finally I flopped onto my stomach. He landed next to me. We faced each other, still recovering.
“Are you okay? Was it too much?”
He sounded so concerned, I smiled. “I’m okay. And yes, it was too much. I think I’m speaking to you from the afterlife.”
He chuckled. “My sweet girl. You’re incredible. Soadventurous. But we can go back to vanilla sex anytime you like. I love all the flavors.”
I laughed. “I want to try them all, Sam. So long as I’m with you.”
“Good. That’s good, babygirl.”
He pulled me against him, then cupped the back of my head so gently, whispering sweet things I wasn’t even sure he realized he was saying into my hair.
After cleaning me up, we lay there for a bit, talking about possibilities for the future.
“I can give my notice at my place anytime,” Sam said. “At my job, too. I have a bunch of savings from working online and basically living on a shoestring for years. I can make websites to earn my keep and be a stay at home dad the rest of the time. Does that sound okay? You can work as much or as little as you want. I can take care of all our babies, the new ones too. That’s what I want, Ellie. That’s my dream. That and being with you as much as humanly possible.”
We did it again, of course, and it was more vanilla that time. More tender. I think both of us needed it. We stayed on our sides and he rocked against me, telling me he loved me over and over again.
After that we had a bath and changed the sheets in our underwear. We took a while, since Sam kept making me laugh when he paused midway through each part of the task to jump on me and kiss me all over.
But as we were finally getting everything finished, the front door opened, voices sounding in the hallway.
“Shit,” Sam whispered.
I laughed as he hopped into his pants.
“I think my mom probably knows what we’ve been up to,” I said, laughing.
“Okay, well, I’m going to pretend she doesn’t. But mostly I don’t want to freak Tommy out.” Sam sounded extremelyconcerned, and I realized this was incredibly important to him. To keep building a bond with Tommy that was separate from what we had together—at least at first.
My heart swelled all over again as I pulled a pair of pajamas on. I moved to the door. “I can listen until I hear his door?”
But Sam was already pulling the window open.
