Page 11 of Just Past Two

“Tell me,” he repeated. “Do you like the full feeling?”

She nodded, for a moment the words caught in her throat. “Yes. Stretched…oh.” He was fucking her harder with his hand. “Not so fast. Slow.” He slowed down, pressing and pulling back, circling her clit with his palm. “I want your cock.”

“No. Not yet.”

Abby’s eyes opened; when had she closed them? He was serious; he wasn’t going to fuck her yet. Fine, he wanted her to ask for things? She would. “My nipples. I like…when you suck on them.”

He bent his head to obey. That was nice, sweet, the tight pull of his mouth, but not enough. Before she could ask for more, though, he bit down, just like he had at the start of tonight, harder and rougher than usual. The pain sparked like a bright light behind her eyes. That was so good, and she arched up against his hand. He didn’t need to be told to switch sides, his mouth rough on her other nipple as well, sucking to the point of pain before closing his teeth on that nub. She clenched around his fingers, his hand making obscene wet noises between her legs.

It wasn’t fair that she be the only one to enjoy this. She pushed him away, shoving him over onto his back, his fingers sliding from her body. Before he could ask, she held up a finger. “It’s my turn.” But then, just because she could, just because he wouldn’t expect it, she took his fingers into her mouth and sucked her juices off them.

“Fucking hell.” His head slammed back against the pillow.

“I like the way I taste.”

His eyes went wide like he’d seen nirvana, and shit, she could blow his mind with almost no effort at all. Because yeah, she did like the way she tasted, even though maybe that was weird, and she liked the way he tasted, too. She tugged his boxers off—how was he still wearing them?—and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth.

“Ah, fuck,” he swore. He didn’t swear as much as she did, only in moments like this, when he was overwhelmed.

Abby lapped the slit and looked at him. “Tell me what you like.”

Sam had gone completely inarticulate in the time it took her to put her mouth on him, but he managed to stammer out some words. “That. I like that.”

“Yeah? You like when I suck your dick?” She slid her mouth over him again. His heavy weight against her tongue, the sensation of her mouth being filled, she loved the whole experience of giving a blow job. They didn’t do this that much. Not nearly often enough for how pleasurable it was, that sense of control…but no, more than that. He could take control at any time as well, grab her hair and force her mouth down onto him. Not that Sam would ever do such a thing, though, unless maybe she really persuaded him into it.

“I like your tongue. And when you take me so deep…” His words trailed off as she did that, relaxing her throat, letting him push past her gag reflex so she could swallow him down. His voice jumped a half octave. “Damn, Abby.” He touched her head, which wasn’t a surprise, since he often brushed her hair back in moments like this.

He wanted to know what she liked? Fine. She licked her way off him. “Pull my hair.”

He paused only a moment, hesitation present in the frozen way his fingers touched her, and then he slid his palm through her hair and closed his hand into a fist. Shit, that was perfect, needles of pain rippling across her scalp, pulling out a whimper from between her lips. When she bent to take him into her mouth again, this time, he used his grip on her hair to push her down even more.

She relaxed her throat and moaned, just absolutely moaned around his dick, and he began to use his grip to hold her in place and thrust. Maybe this was instinct, something any guy would do if given the chance, but it wasn’t any guy. It was Sam, Sam the straitlaced architect, who was professional and courteous and who’d never done anything wild. Sam was pulling her hair and fucking her mouth like never before, and Abby had a hand between her legs rubbing her clit before she was fully conscious of what she was doing.

“You’re so good at this, babe.” He relaxed his grip on her hair, and she came up for air, gasping, licking her swollen lips. She wanted him right now, this need surging up inside her more than just lust. She wanted to claim, to own, to possess.

Instead, he moved first, rolling her onto her back, slotting himself between her thighs like he had hundreds of times before.

“Bend my knee back,” she directed.

Sam lifted one of her legs up to press against her chest, opening her up even more to him. His grip tightened on her calf as he slid into her soaked pussy.

No matter how many times they did this, the first thrust took her breath away. A strangled groan escaped her at the overwhelming sensation of being split open on his cock. This position was a whole different level. He was able to reach deeper, penetrating farther, rubbing against some spots deep, deep inside her pussy he’d never hit before. This wasn’t her G-spot, it was something else, something that had her moaning.

Normally, Sam’s thrusts were measured, controlled, deep and slow enough that she could take the time she needed to reach orgasm. Tonight, he was different. Tonight, he fucked her hard, using that grip on her leg to slam into her.

“Just like that,” she said, voice tight, the thrust lighting her up from the inside. “Hard. It’s so good.” She swore, the curses spilling out of her, something tightening deep in her groin.

“Yeah. Perfect,” he groaned. “Just…take it.”

Take it? He was never rough with her, and this wasn’t an act. His eyes locked onto hers, fierce, focused, jaw tight, his thrusts erratic and blunt. He was like a different person entirely, like Sam but some other variant of him, and Abby couldn’t look away from those deep eyes. She wasn’t even touching her clit, her hands gripping his arms instead, and each thrust rubbed perfectly so she was spiraling up before she expected.

Sometimes her climaxes took a while, eyes closed and lips tight, focused on the sensations without the distraction of thinking of anything else. Not tonight. Just like the reunion, she was on the edge quickly, overwhelmed, her climax tightening inside her like a dam that would burst at any moment. Each muscle clenched, body poised to leap from that precipice.

The pleasure split open all at once, orgasm exploding outward from her core, nerves firing as she clenched and clenched and clenched around the cock inside her. She was lost, toes curling in the sheets, as Sam buried himself all the way deep and came hot and wet inside her. Boneless, she collapsed, her leg slipping down and to the side as Sam’s arms gave way and he lay down on her.

They breathed, quiet and overwhelmed, into the silence between them. Abby blinked her eyes open at last, catching her breath, the weight of Sam’s body a solid presence on hers.

Maybe she’d been wrong. Maybe there was more to Sam than she’d ever thought.