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I nod, biting my lower lip. “Yes.”
The moment we enter the bedroom, Samuel opens the closet and reveals a pile of bedding. Hanging behind them are all of my new clothes,includingmy new underwear.Who the hell put those there?
Matthew had disappeared after stocking the fridge, and imagining him sifting through my new panties causes my cheeks to heat.
Samuel grabs a bundle of blankets and tosses them onto the bed. While his back is turned, I slide into the closet and snatch a new bra and panty set along with a thin, stretchy nightgown. The gown isn’t exactlysexy, but the black lace underwear will make up for it.
“I’ll, um, be right back,” I mutter, before closing myself into the bathroom.
My reflection stares back at me from the large mirror spanning the length of the door. I wasn’t able to brush my hair this morning, and it’s unruly with its naturally wavy texture. I attempt to tame it with my fingers, but it stubbornly stays wild. I hadn’t thought about putting on makeup, and my bag is in the other room. Now I wished I had grabbed it. My cheeks are blushed, and my forehead is dotted with freckles, standing out against my paleness. Defeated, I sigh.
I undress and spin, taking in my figure. My shape is something I’ve always been self-conscious about. My former partners had no issue with it, but Samuel is a work of art - perfect in every way. A literalvampire.Would my rolls and dimpled thighs be a problem for him?
I think about locking myself in here forever and not coming out, but that would be even more mortifying. Plus, Samuel would just break down another door.
Pushing away all insecurities, I shimmy into the lace undies. The bottoms are high waisted, so they wrap around my fupa like a security blanket, and the bra pushes my large boobs up so that they’re the center of attention. Scanning myself again, I’m impressed.Not bad.
Quickly, I shrug on the gown and leave the bathroom.
Samuel sits on the bed, facing me. His eyes burn bright as they trail up my body. “Better?” he asks, smiling.
I thread my fingers in front of my waist, nodding.
He pats the bed beside him. “Come. Sit.”
I do as he says, nervousness squirming in my belly.
He reaches toward me, his hand skirting across my jaw as he traces my skin. “You still aren’t scared of me? After everything I’ve told you?”
“No, Sam.” My voice catches. “Can I call you that? Your brothers call you Sam.”
He grins briefly, displaying his pearly whites. “Myfriendscall me that.” He leans closer, eyes flashing. “Are we friends, Jane?”
The long strands of his hair hang over his forehead, emphasizing the intensity of his gaze. I swallow hard, struggling to find my voice. “I think so.”
Sam’s eyes narrow. “Here’s the thing, Jane. I don’t want to be your friend.” One of his icy hands lands on my bare thigh, and a gush of warm pleasure radiates from my core. “I want to be something else to you. Something more. Do you understand?”
It’s getting harder to breathe, harder to think. I nod in agreement. Samuel wants me as much as I want him.
Our noses are inches apart, and I can feel his breath as he speaks. “Use your words, sweet Jane. Tell me you want me, and I’ll give you everything.”
Relinquishing every thought except my feelings of need for him, I breathe my answer. “I want you.”
His eyes spark red again. “Good girl.”
Before I have time to think, Sam is on his knees in front of me. I have no time to be nervous or insecure. Samuel simplytakes me,and by giving him the control, I’m allowing myself to justfeel.His hands press my thighs wide, causing my nightgown to ride up to my hips. My lace panties stretch across my cunt, but he loops his index finger under the material and shoves it to the side.
We gasp at the same time. He stares at my pink wetness with the same starved gaze I’ve seen all night, only now it’s untamed, primal. His eyes dart toward mine, captivating me. “Have you done this before, sweet girl?”
I brace my hands on either side of me, gripping the edge of the mattress. “A few times, but-”
He drops his face between my thighs, placing his mouth on me.Goddamn.His tongue parts my lips, traveling upward in a torturously slow lick until it reaches my clit. He feathers my intimates with feverish kisses, lapping at my wetness.
Watching him is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. His chin glistens as he looks up at me. “You’re so beautiful, Jane. Stunning. A fucking heartthrob.” His hand moves up my inner thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He rubs his finger through my slickness, wetting them. “Is this better than the vibrator? You think I can make you come just as hard?” His finger dips inside my channel, stretching me.
Holy shit.I nod my head. “Y-yes.”
He smiles his devilish smile. “Let’s find out.” And then he lowers his head again, placing his mouth over my clit as his finger works inside me.
