“You can lose control any time you like with me.” He wiggles his leg between my thighs.
“How about at your place?”
“Definitely at my place.” He nudges his knee up to my pussy.
I moan at the blissful pressure of the very welcome intrusion. “Then take me back to your place and make love to me.” The words flow out. No doubts intervene to apply the brakes. No fears raise a barricade to stop the truth.
He captures my mouth in a hungry kiss. “I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”
Chapter Eight
Idon'tletgoof Sammy's hand as I drive up the winding road to my place in Bearclaw Foothills. At the neighborhood gate, we kiss while it opens like we can't get enough of each other.
I pull up to my Alpine-style cabin, where she told me to bring her so I could make love to her. Those words will forever live in my head.
“Nice place,” Sammy says.
I love that she sounds impressed. “Let me show you inside.”
I bring her in through the front door so she can see how the ceiling beams and wooden interior make the main room feel like it belongs among the pine trees.
Her eyes widen. “It's gorgeous.”
I bring my hands to the back of her head, and she hugs my middle. Our kisses feed my soul.
She eases back. “I've got to get back to my parents’ place in a few hours.”
“Then I better take you to bed.”
“Please.”
The word gives me a shot of adrenaline. I pick her up and cradle her in my arms. The hit of pain from my barely healed hamstring subsides, and I carry her to the stairs. “I like hearing you use that word, Sammy. Would you say it again?”
“Please."
"Yes?"
"Pleasetake me to bed.”
“What else?” I ask, my foot landing on the first stair.
“Pleasekiss me everywhere.”
“Between your legs?” I long for her pussy. I can't stop thinking about that soft wet place. I'll take excellent care of it while I knead and squeeze her round ass.
“Yes.”
“Can I put my tongue inside your pussy?” I grunt out the words through the thick haze of horniness and the strain of wanting to run up the stairs.
“Brady, yes,please.”
I carry her into my room and place her on the edge of the bed. We take off shoes and jackets. Sammy stands in front of me and pulls off her sweater.
Underneath is a black, lacy bra. My cock aches with heaviness. I move the erection away from my zipper. The feel of my hand against my swollen shaft while I take in her pushed-up breasts and her bare shoulders and the curve of her waist is absolute heaven.
“God, you’re gorgeous.” This is what awe feels like. The woman I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks showing me her beautiful body.
I find her neck with my lips while I hold her breasts and thumb at those naughty nipples peaking up from under that lacy bra. She makes sounds that ring through me, making me hotter to fulfill every filthy idea that comes to her precious mind.
