She tugs at my shirt until I’m sliding it over my head. “Your chest is amazing.” She looks me over with the kind of approval that makes me feel like the greatest fireman alive. “Where did you get all that muscle?”
“Just doing my job.”
We roll around on the bed, licking and tasting each other, and humping through our clothes. Her bra comes off, and our chests meet in the blend of hard and soft that ignites a fire inside me. Sammy ends up on top, straddling me. A swipe of her hips makes my balls rise fast.
“Stay still.” I hold her indecently perfect hips in place. “You’re going to finish me off before we even get started.”
“That would be a tragedy.” We laugh, and she’s generous enough not to move an inch.
I fiddle with her jeans’ button. “How about taking these off?”
She stands and wriggles out of her jeans. Below are black lace panties. My erection jerks. This is the stuff of dreams.
From my place on the edge of the bed, I bring her hips to my face and nuzzle her panties. She's womanly delicious. I take in a nice inhale and hum against her clit.
She grabs my hair. “Brady,” she says her voice choppy and desperate, “that feels like…. You don't know how good it feels.”
“I know how good it tastes.” I peel off her panties and leave her standing because she’s the perfect height for me to lick up through her slickness.
She moans and bobs like she’s going to fall over, then digs her hands into my scalp. How long have I waited to worship her like this?
“Brady, I can’t hold on.”
I give a long slow lick up to her clit, and she goes limp. “Come on my face. I want you to.”
Her hips loosen and rock, and she does as I ask covering me in her wetness while she gives off wild, little screams. The taste of her down my throat sends me to the edge of control.
I gaze up at her. “Can I be inside you?”
“Please.”
I bring back a condom and lube from the bathroom. Sammy waits naked on my bed, propped up against the pillows. She gives me a sleepy, seductive look that makes my heart race.
This is the woman for me. There’s no doubt in my mind. I’ve gone from being insanely attracted to her to loving her company to admiring and respecting her capacity for tenderness and volumes of grit. No woman could ever compare.
“I need you, Brady,” she says.
God, do I need her.I pull off my pants and briefs. My dick is hard and high, bulging with pure desire.
Sammy’s eyes widen. “You’re bigger than I thought.”
“Yeah?” I sit on the side of the bed and roll the condom over my dick. I add a layer of lube to the outside. No need for Sammy to get uncomfortable with my size.
She opens her legs, and I sit between them on my knees.
“Brady,” she moans and rolls her hips.
I run my fingers over her shiny wet pussy. “Whatever you want, Sammy.”
"You. Please."
I lift her hips with one arm and enter her slowly, taking in every inch of slide. Hitched to the hilt, my brain buzzing, my blood racing, I catch her eyes. She’s openness and love. God, I want to make her happy. This better be good for her.
“Brady,” she whimpers. “Take me any way you want.”
“Are you sure?” I could break her in two I want her so badly.
She drags her nails up my back. “Yes.”
