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Sam settles onto the mattress in front of me and slides me right back onto his lap. This time, there’s no need to get my body ready to receive him. I slide down on his length slowly, watching his hooded eyes close. My lips leave grateful kisses on each of his closed eyelids as I wrap myself around him again, exactly where I belong. His low groan of pleasure vibrates against my chest, ramping up my excitement. Our kissing quickly escalates from tender to greedy to frantic. His hands feel as if they’re everywhere, teasing, squeezing, holding me close.
I grip him like a vise with my thighs and clamp down around his shaft with all the muscles at my core.
On a ragged breath he asks, “Wren. Shit. Baby, what are you doing to me?”
“Look at me,” I whisper.
Sam’s eyes fill with more emotion than I thought possible from him. I squeeze the length of him as I rise up slowly, memorizing every ridge, every sweet inch of him.
“How long are you gonna keep riding me like this, angel?”’
“Until I get every last drop out of you.”
He moves with me, his cock still throbbing, still filling me up.
“We keep this up, and there’s gonna be a baby in you this very night.”
“If you don’t want that, we can stop.”
His eyes tell me this is everything he wants.
This time around, we go slower. We both enjoy the ride, the kissing, murmuring, giving and taking. I love his lips, the taste of his mouth, the softness of his tongue. I love the way he teases my nipples with the lightest touch of his thumbs, even as his thrusts grow deeper and more intense. This time I let his hands explore my body while I gently massage my clit.
The slow build back up is the most delicious journey I’ve ever experienced. The second time we come together is ten times as powerful.
I scream his name while Sam roars out, “God…damn! Goddamn, goddam, goddamn.”
He may apologize for the profanity later, but I don't care. To me, every sound that comes out of him sounds like love.
Finally sated for now, we tumble back onto the bed, naked, out of breath, and full up on love.
“Damn,” I say, reveling in the feeling of Sam’s hands caressing my back. “Are you sure you haven’t been with a woman in a while, because you’re good at that. I mean, amazing at that.”
Sam buries his face in my hair and inhales deeply. His kisses to the crown of my head make me feel safe and treasured.
“I was telling the truth. It’s that good because it’s love. Because you're my girl and I was built to please you and nobody else. It’s because I believe that.
I smile and squeeze my eyes shut to keep them from leaking.
“You keep talking like that and I’m going to have to attack you all over again.”
He gives me a squeeze and shushes me. “Get some rest. We have to hear closing arguments tomorrow. It’s all gonna be over soon and then we can really celebrate.”
It’s then that I remember where I am and what we’re doing here. It’s that feeling of dread, like when you don’t want to go into work the next day.
“I’d love to get you to tell me what you mean by celebrate, but I’m starting to feel sleepy,” I say with a yawn.
Sam chuckles and keeps kissing me, stroking my hair until I drift off.
“We’ve got all the time in the world, sweet girl.”
Chapter Nine
Sam
My heart is full all the way through the day’s court proceedings.
Although listening to the prosecution and the defense give closing arguments is fairly brutal, it seems pretty open and shut. The wife most definitely did it. She had a motive. She had a weapon. There was physical evidence pointing to her.
