slipped slowly from her breasts and traveled along her silky neck up to her lips. Her hands quickly slipped my shorts off and wrapped tightly around my suddenly throbbing cock. She was just as hungry as I was .
I wanted her so desperately that moment, I could already hear the sounds of her moans when she’s falling apart around me. I could smell her arousal, and it was fucking making me salivate. “You make me want to devour you.” I shifted over to the side and flipped her onto her stomach, straddling her calves.
She giggled her laugh into the blankets, muting its music.
From the soft nape of her neck, to the dimples of her lower back, I trailed the tip of my tongue. Delicately, I bit into the flesh of her hip, as I slowly skimmed my fingertips down her back.
“That’s just…Kade, oh, God,” she squirmed underneath me. I ravaged her body with my tongue, my lips, and the rough pads of my fingers, not stopping until her thighs quivered with need, and her breathing panted with thick anticipation.
She arched her back and moaned when I slipped my fingers into the wet flesh between her thighs. With the other hand, I threaded my fingers through her hair, and gently pulled her head back to see her eyes. “Please, Kade. I need you,” she whispered softly, through parted lips.
Lowering my mouth to her warmth, I ran my tongue along the edges where my fingers slowly pushed and pulled inside her. No one should taste that good. Sinful. Delicious. Someone needed to bottle that shit.
Muscles pulsed and wept against my fingers, as I took her to the edge, then stilled my efforts and withdrew, sliding wet fingers along her thighs and up her sides. Pressing myself against her, my hard tight skin to her damp wet flesh.
“Fuck me,” her voice trembled.
My favorite words .
I sunk into her slowly, pulling the back of her thighs flush against the skin of my hips. “Fuck, Sam. Your body does wicked things to my cock.” Her muscles fluttered and pulsed around me, as I moved inside her with slow, hard thrusts.
She whimpered and fisted the sheets above her head, as her muscles trembled and thickened around me. The sight of her, my Samantha, bent over in front of me, sheathing me in her warmth, was almost unbearably breathtaking, and every roll and plunge of my shaft, flooded me with a burning heat that coiled from somewhere deep in my darkness. Restraining myself to slow, steady thrusts, I let my eyes travel her perfection, taking in every detail that was only mine to see. The arch of her spine, the exquisite dimples over her lower back, and the scars I tried each day to erase with my kisses. Lowering my mouth to her skin and my hands around to the front, I let my fingers play a rhythm to match her breathing. She drove her back against me, slipping and sliding along the edge with me, over and over, until the pressure building became too much, until the intensity became too strong, and she whimpered, “Kade...don’t stop…oh, God…” Her muscles twitched and tightened, convulsing around me so tightly that I could barely hold on to her hips. I thrust faster and harder to match the sound of her cries, and spilled myself inside her until both of us collapsed against the warm sheets beneath us. I would melt inside her if I could, fade into her flesh, asphyxiate in her bloodstream, and drown in her heat.
Yes, I know. You think I’m all foam, no beer. Certifiable. Hat-full-of-asshole-crazy.
You think I need some sort of bloody help, yeah? An intervention? Yes, I absolutely do, but don’t bother with one, because I’d only end up killing you.
For the last few months, my life was full of everything, full of Samantha. It was good. My life consisted of:
1. Writing
2. Waking up to Sam
3. Laughing
4. Spending time with Dylan
5. Sex with Sam
6. Lots of fucking sex with Sam
7. Laughing and having lots of amazing fucking sex with Sam
It was pure heaven, and I wasn’t
I wanted her so desperately that moment, I could already hear the sounds of her moans when she’s falling apart around me. I could smell her arousal, and it was fucking making me salivate. “You make me want to devour you.” I shifted over to the side and flipped her onto her stomach, straddling her calves.
She giggled her laugh into the blankets, muting its music.
From the soft nape of her neck, to the dimples of her lower back, I trailed the tip of my tongue. Delicately, I bit into the flesh of her hip, as I slowly skimmed my fingertips down her back.
“That’s just…Kade, oh, God,” she squirmed underneath me. I ravaged her body with my tongue, my lips, and the rough pads of my fingers, not stopping until her thighs quivered with need, and her breathing panted with thick anticipation.
She arched her back and moaned when I slipped my fingers into the wet flesh between her thighs. With the other hand, I threaded my fingers through her hair, and gently pulled her head back to see her eyes. “Please, Kade. I need you,” she whispered softly, through parted lips.
Lowering my mouth to her warmth, I ran my tongue along the edges where my fingers slowly pushed and pulled inside her. No one should taste that good. Sinful. Delicious. Someone needed to bottle that shit.
Muscles pulsed and wept against my fingers, as I took her to the edge, then stilled my efforts and withdrew, sliding wet fingers along her thighs and up her sides. Pressing myself against her, my hard tight skin to her damp wet flesh.
“Fuck me,” her voice trembled.
My favorite words .
I sunk into her slowly, pulling the back of her thighs flush against the skin of my hips. “Fuck, Sam. Your body does wicked things to my cock.” Her muscles fluttered and pulsed around me, as I moved inside her with slow, hard thrusts.
She whimpered and fisted the sheets above her head, as her muscles trembled and thickened around me. The sight of her, my Samantha, bent over in front of me, sheathing me in her warmth, was almost unbearably breathtaking, and every roll and plunge of my shaft, flooded me with a burning heat that coiled from somewhere deep in my darkness. Restraining myself to slow, steady thrusts, I let my eyes travel her perfection, taking in every detail that was only mine to see. The arch of her spine, the exquisite dimples over her lower back, and the scars I tried each day to erase with my kisses. Lowering my mouth to her skin and my hands around to the front, I let my fingers play a rhythm to match her breathing. She drove her back against me, slipping and sliding along the edge with me, over and over, until the pressure building became too much, until the intensity became too strong, and she whimpered, “Kade...don’t stop…oh, God…” Her muscles twitched and tightened, convulsing around me so tightly that I could barely hold on to her hips. I thrust faster and harder to match the sound of her cries, and spilled myself inside her until both of us collapsed against the warm sheets beneath us. I would melt inside her if I could, fade into her flesh, asphyxiate in her bloodstream, and drown in her heat.
Yes, I know. You think I’m all foam, no beer. Certifiable. Hat-full-of-asshole-crazy.
You think I need some sort of bloody help, yeah? An intervention? Yes, I absolutely do, but don’t bother with one, because I’d only end up killing you.
For the last few months, my life was full of everything, full of Samantha. It was good. My life consisted of:
1. Writing
2. Waking up to Sam
3. Laughing
4. Spending time with Dylan
5. Sex with Sam
6. Lots of fucking sex with Sam
7. Laughing and having lots of amazing fucking sex with Sam
It was pure heaven, and I wasn’t
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