“Don’t you remember the last time I was in here?” He tore the condom wrapper open.
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Are you really going to make me say it again?” He laughed. “When I came in my pants, Ellie. From touching your feet. Well, to be fair, I think it was from those noises you were making when I touched your feet. You were so hot.”
My jaw dropped as I recalibrated my memory of that night. “I thought I made you uncomfortable. Like I was a horny housewife or something.”
“First of all, those words coming out of your mouth are also liable to do me in. Second of all—I can’t believe that’s how you thought that went down.”
He rolled the condom onto himself. Then he hooked his hands around my hips, readjusting me so I was in the middle of the bed. Then he lifted me up between my legs, setting my ass in his lap.
I was so stunned by his revelation, I forgot to be alarmed at how easily he tossed me around on the bed.
Then he bent my legs back, resting his cock across my exposed pussy, and I forgot everything else. His expression had gone slack.
“God, Ellie. I can’t believe we get to do this.”
Why was that so wholesome, when his view was straight-up pornographic?
He reached forward and gripped me by the back of the neck, guiding me up so I was straddling his lap.
“How do you do that?” I laughed.
“Do what?”
I shook my head. All of it. “Never mind.”
Sam slapped his cock gently against my clit. “You ready, sweetheart?”
I nodded. “Ready,” I whispered.
He notched himself at my entrance. “Fuck,” he groaned, hovering, teasing me with his tip.
“Do it,” I said.
I thought he might tease me. Go slow. But Sam Caplin was a constant surprise. Because he looked me in the eye, tilted his lips in a grin, and said, “Careful what you wish for, Ellie.”
Then he joined us together in one hard thrust, filling me completely.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, his eyes on mine, disbelieving, almost.
I couldn’t breathe. I was in another world. Another universe. A universe in which it was just the two of us here, fully connected. As if this was always how we were supposed to be.
“Holy shit,” I breathed.
“Yeah,” Sam said.
I smiled, then I laughed, then Sam’s beautiful grin was there, his lake-blue eyes swimming with emotion, and we were both laughing. It was the strangest, most intense moment. Laughing while being absolutely impaled in the most delicious way.
Then I shifted, and Sam groaned.
“Okay,” I said. “Fuck me now, Sam. But keep holding onto me, please.”
Sam’s eyes went soft. Maybe it was the please. Or maybe it was the vulnerability in my words. But I needed him to take me where we were going. I needed to know he was going to stay by my side.
He was already holding onto me, one arm wrapped around my lower back, his opposite hand still gripping the nape of my neck.
“I’ll never let you go, Ellie,” he whispered.
