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She lifted a shoulder. “It’s habit.”
“It’s a shame,” Sam said, lowering her to the neatly smoothed comforter. “Because we’re about to wreck it.”
He took a few seconds to kick out of his boots and jeans before lying down beside her on the bed. As badly as he wanted to savor every second, he wanted to touch her, skin on skin, even more. He made fast work of her shirt while she toed off her boots, then undid her jeans to add them to the pile of clothing on the floor.
Sam stared at her, the ambient light and shadows painting her body in perfect nuance, and his breath caught hard in his lungs.
“Lucy,” was all he could manage. But no words would do her justice. Strong shoulders tapering to leanly sculpted biceps. Round breasts pressing up from a plain white bra that shouldn’t have made his blood heat, but totally fucking did. Matching panties slung low across curvy hips, lush thighs, and holy hell, he wanted to learn every part of her with his hands, then commit her to memory with his mouth.
He slid his hands over her rib cage, his cock twitching at the way her back arched to meet the contact. Her nipples stood out in hard points beneath the fabric of her bra, begging to be touched, and Sam didn’t think twice. Cupping one breast in his palm, he ran the pad of his thumb over her nipple in a slow circle.
The moan that spilled out of her made him want to do unspeakable things, just to hear it again. “Please,” Lucy gasped. He repeated the movement, his heart like a jackhammer in his chest when she slipped the straps from her shoulders to give him better access.
He took full fucking advantage of it. Freeing both breasts and unhooking her bra, he lowered his mouth to one nipple while rolling the other between his thumb and index finger. He took his time, discovering what she liked, what she wanted, paying attention to all of her. Even when Lucy gave him the lead, she was still far from passive, encouraging him with little sighs and moans and whispers of “there” and “oh, God, like that” until she writhed beneath his mouth and hands.
“Sam,” she said, her voice husky and desperate.
“Do you want to come, Lucy?” he asked, reaching between them to skim his fingertips over the center of her panties, a dark thrill spiking through him at the wetness he could feel even through the cotton.
“Yes.Yes.”She rocked her hips, her body taut with need, and he was powerless to do anything other than fill it. Pushing past the top edge of her panties, Sam pressed a finger into her pussy, biting out a curse at how sweetly her slick inner muscles gripped him.
“More,” Lucy said, thrusting against his hand.
“That’s it,” he said, his cock turning to steel at the sight of her pumping her hips, taking what she wanted. “Show me. Show me how you need it.”
She reached between them to grab his wrist, turning his hand so his thumb found her clit. He slid against her with ease, skipping gentle touches in favor of fast, hard strokes. He added another finger inside her pussy, both of them breathing faster as she rode his hand. Sam felt her start to tremble a split second before she cried out, and he crooked his fingers, wanting to give her everything.
“Take it, baby.” The tremble inside of her became a full-on quake, and there,thereshe was. The only thing hotter than watching her take charge was watching her fly apart, and Sam pressed his mouth to hers, capturing every moan while she shook through her orgasm. Only when Lucy had stilled did he pull back to drop his forehead to hers. He didn’t do tender moments—hell, he didn’t really do anything other than one-night stands or fast flings. While he didn’t have any delusions that this thing with Lucy would go past tonight, somehow, it still felt different. Closer.
As if she were right there with him in his thoughts, she brushed her lips over his. The kiss went from slow to scorching in less than a minute, need building inside of him that he couldn’t deny.
But she was right there with him, matching his need with her own. Without speaking—fuck, there were no words for this, anyway—Lucy reached down low to slide off her panties. One quick move had him doing the same with his boxer briefs, and he grabbed his jeans to pull a condom from his wallet before returning to the bed.
Her eyes met his in the velvety shadows, glittering and gorgeous. She let her knees fall wide in invitation, her breath coasting out in a sexy little exhale when he knelt between her thighs. Sam paused for just a beat, one last request for consent.
She nodded. “I want you,” she said, not in a whisper, nothing unclear. Taking only the time he needed to get the condom properly into place, he grasped Lucy’s hip with one hand and his throbbing cock with the other, pulling her close. The heat of her pussy sent a bolt of greedy want down his spine, but he couldn’t rush this. Not when he’d only get one chance to do it right.
He slid his cock over her clit, lingering for a few strokes before pushing lower. They both moaned as he pressed a few inches inside of her, and holy shit, this might kill him.
“Fuck,” Sam grated, the hot, wet pressure daring him to give her more.
Lucy shifted her hips, rocking back just slightly, then finishing the motion. “Oh…God.”
She repeated the thrust once, then again. Even though it took all of his restraint, he held steady, letting her set the pace until finally, blessedly, his cock filled her to the hilt. He angled over her, planting one hand by her shoulder and the other still wrapped around her hip, guiding her into a more rhythmic slide.
“Oh,” she breathed, her fingers moving over his waist, his hips, his lower back as he began to fuck her in harder thrusts. “You feel so good inside me. Please don’t stop.”
He didn’t. Pushing to his knees, he grabbed both of Lucy’s hips, letting her dictate the rhythm so he could meet it equally. They moved together, each giving and taking, again and again. Her pussy clenched, the friction sending raw pleasure through him. But onlyherpleasure would send him over the edge again, so he moved a hand to the space between them to stroke her clit while he fucked her.
A noise broke from her throat, her body bowing up from the bed, and Christ, watching her take his cock was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. She unraveled beneath him, her pussy tightening and her fingertips pressing into his back, but even then, he didn’t stop. Sam worked her through every moan, and when those became sighs, then whispers, he worked her through those, too, wringing every breath of release from her until she lay gasping on the mattress.
“That…you…”
Not even the intensity of the moment could keep the grin off his face. “Enjoying yourself?”
Lucy thrust her hips in a slow, sinful glide, and he realized his error, too late. “I am.” Even though his cock was still buried inside her, rock hard, she thrust again, letting him feel the full heat of her pussy, and oh.Oh,hell. “What was it you said before?” she asked, her hips rising and falling and driving him insane. “Mmm, now I remember.”
She had him on his back in one swift move, never breaking their connection.
