Page 65 of Let’s Be Real

“Maybe.” Her eyes narrowed. “That depends on what you’re planning.”

“I think I know how to convince you. It requires you lying there very, very still.” I started working down her body, kissing as I went. She squirmed, her hips rising an inch or two off the mattress as I kissed her belly button. I flattened my palm on her abdomen, pressing her down.

“Nate…” she sighed.

“Be still, Sam.” I reached her cleft, smelling the mixture of our pleasure. “Can you be still for me so I can show you how sorry I am?”

Her hips jerked, but she quickly locked them down. “I can. I won’t move.”

Parting her slit with two fingers, I took a long look at her slick, pink flesh and kissed her beaded clit. Her breath stuttered, but she did not move, filling my chest with satisfaction.

“Such a good, sweet girl,” I murmured. “Now let me show you.”

She barely got through the door before I was on her. Yanking up her skirt and stuffing my hand inside her panties.

She responded with the same fervor without a beat of hesitation. Answering my rough kiss with her teeth and tongue. Letting me into her mouth and pussy, even if I had no patience or finesse.

I’d been a lion pacing my cage all evening. Too in my head for my own good. I needed to lose myself, and Samantha was the only one who could show me the way.

Her fingers fumbled with my pajamas, yanking only enough to release my cock. She got me in her grip, holding just shy of painfully tight.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groaned, ripping my mouth from hers. “Need in you, sweet girl.”

“Then get in me.”

Spinning her around, I rucked her skirt up around her waist and lined myself up with her entrance. She was slick as I drove in hard and fast, her nails scrabbling on the door for purchase. I gave neither of us a chance to catch our breath before I was fucking her hard and fast.

She was just too damn good, and my day had been so very long. There was no being gentle, but Samantha’s body opening to mine, and her wild moans told me she didn’t need that. Not now. Not tonight.

Finally, she was able to brace her hands flat against the door so she could push back, giving as good as she got. I banded my arm around her middle and snaked the other up to her throat, holding her in place. Feeling the vibrations of her moans in my palm.

“You take me so well,” I muttered senselessly. She liked me talking. She wanted me to tell her how good she was. “All the way to the root. Pussy perfect.”

“Yes,” she panted. “Fuck me hard. Please.”

How could I not, when she asked so sweetly?

I pounded into her with a force I didn’t recognize, flesh slapping, grinding, the door shaking with each thrust. My head was foggy, everything clouded over except the woman in front of me and the feel of my body advancing and retreating inside hers.

She was scratching at the door again, moaning wantonly. My hand dipped down her belly, finding her soaked clit between her legs. It didn’t take much. A few swirls of my fingertips, and she clenched around me, keening like she was being ripped apart. Her cries shot to my gut, my heart, my brain.

I was unbound, fully letting go inside her.

My teeth clamped onto the back of her neck, and I wasn’t gentle. She cried my name, her inner walls so tight it was a battle to keep driving all the way in. I was almost mindless, but I never forgot who I was fucking. It was Samantha taking me, letting me release all my angst and frustration into her body and swallowing it whole like she needed it.

“Please, please, please,” she sobbed. “Oh, Nate, please.”

“Yeah, yeah, Sam. Are you ready? Need to be filled?”

“Mmmhmm. So much.”

Her cheek was pressed against the door, and her arms were limp by her sides. She was barely standing on her own, but still she answered my thrusts with the arch of her back, bringing me even deeper into her.

I couldn’t stand it. Not for another second.

When I finally let go, planting myself at the very end of her, she came again, her head falling back on my shoulder as she panted and squeezed. I closed my eyes, inhaling the scent of her skin—sweat and musky vanilla. It was drugging and heady, so good I had to stop myself from running my nose all over her neck and shoulders.

When it was over and neither of us was steady on our feet, I managed to gather her in my arms and carry her to the couch, where we collapsed in a heap. She was plastered to my chest, still in her suit from work. Her bare feet rubbed rhythmically along my pajama pants, and little by little she melted against me with a sigh.