“No. You come first,” he told her wickedly, intentionally misunderstanding her meaning. “I’ve been dying to taste you and I will.”
Crawling up the lounger, he settled between her thighs, spreading her legs wide. She was wearing wispy green panties and a pair of nude thigh high stockings with scalloped lace at the top.
Suddenly nervous, she stammered, “Sam, I-I’ve not…I don’t…I-”
“You’ve never let a guy go down on you?” he grumbled, his fingers delicately stroking the strip of skin exposed at the top of her thigh.
“No one ever asked,” she moaned, as his tongue replaced his fingers, laving the flesh at the top of her thigh in slow, sensual strokes.
“Good,” he answered with male satisfaction. “And I’m not asking, Sunshine. I’m taking what’s mine. What’s always been mine.”
She was rendered mute as he licked teasingly over the barely-there panties, stroking over her wet folds through the thin fabric. Trembling, she fisted her hands into his hair, not at all certain that she could take much more teasing. “Please, Sam. I need you.”
“You have me, Maddie. You always have,” he answered huskily against her mound.
Her panties broke away with a sharp tug and a tearing sound that made her feel only relief, one step closer to their joining. The first touch of his mouth was agony and ecstasy, the sensation unlike anything she had ever felt before. Suddenly, she was glad Sam was the first to do this, the act so intimate that it would have been a sacrilege with anyone else. But not with Sam, never with him. The only thing she felt with Sam was the need for more. She massaged his scalp with a needy moan as his tongue bathed her from bottom to top, hesitating around her clit, circling it until she wanted to scream.
“Please. Please.” She begged as she panted, her back arching as his fingers joined his mouth, holding her folds open with one hand as he eased the index finger of the other into her tight entrance.
Yes. Yes. Fill me. I feel so empty.
Adding a second finger, he groaned against her pu**y, “Jesus, Maddie. You’re so f**king tight and so damn hot.”
It had been years, and she was tight, but the stretching felt so incredibly good. She lifted her hips, begging for more. “Make me come. Please.” Her body was ready to spontaneously combust and she was already misted with perspiration, every cell in her body crying out for release.
She gripped his head, pulling him tighter against her pu**y, needing friction, begging for release.
His tongue moved over her clit and he began to devour. He flicked and laved, swallowing her cream with a hungry groan, his fingers f**king her in a wild, abandoned rhythm as he stimulated her clit with his tongue and gentle nips of his mouth.
“Sam. Oh, God. Yes,” she hissed, her body clenching, her release rushing up to hit her full force. The walls of her channel clenched tightly around his fingers, as her whole body pulsated and trembled with the powerful climax.
Her hands clenched and released in his hair, shuddering as the silken strands fell over her fingers.
Incredible.
Every one of her senses felt hypersensitive. Panting, she came down slowly as Sam continued to lap at every drop of her orgasm greedily, extending her pleasure until it was almost unbearable.
As he came to his knees, she could see every vein in his c**k engorged, and his face was fierce, so carnal that her channel spasmed with the desire to have him inside her.
Wanting to pleasure him as he had pleasured her, she reached for his massive member, wanting to feel the silky texture of it under her fingers. She sat up, making contact with her fingers, touching the moist, bulbous head with a sigh.
“No. Maddie, don’t.” Sam grabbed her wrist so tight that it startled her. Peering up at his face, his expression stopped her from lowering her mouth to him. He looked panicked and anxious. The look only lasted a few heartbeats and then it was gone, followed by an expression of remorse.
Loosening his hold on her wrist, he lowered his fiery body to hers, “I’m sorry. Sometimes I just don’t like to be…touched.” His voice was frustrated.
She pulled her wrist from his hand and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Can I touch you like this?” She wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her br**sts to his chest. She stroked her fingers over the rippling muscles of his back, down to his waist, and back up again.
“Oh, f**k yeah. Touch me just like that,” he groaned, his voice tortured.
“I need you, Sam.”
“I need you too, Sunshine. Now.” He reached down and positioned himself at her snug entrance. “You’re so f**king tight. I don’t want to hurt you.” He eased the tip into her, and she heard him grunt, his body already damp with the strain of holding back.
“Just f**k me, Sam. Now. Don’t go easy or gentle. I need you.” She wanted him thrusting, filling her over and over. She didn’t give a damn if it was a tight fit, she just needed his c**k inside her now.
He propelled himself inside her with a forceful thrust, burying himself in her tight cavern. Maddie moaned, stretched to her maximum, full of Sam. At that moment, nothing else existed in the outside world. There was only her hunger for the man taking her, reclaiming her, mastering her body.
“I’ve dreamed of this, Maddie. So many times,” he choked out as he pulled out and drove himself home again. “It was never this good in my dreams.”
“Mine either,” she panted, her legs wrapping tighter around his hips, begging for more. “Fuck me, Sam. Make those dreams finally be real.”
Everything was raw and carnal, needy and desperate. Sam pummeled her with his cock, driving deeply, grasping her ass to bring them together again and again. The air was heavy around them, and their damp bodies slid together in an erotic glide as they reached for their peak.
“Come for me, Sunshine. Come for me. I want to watch you this time.”
His words sent her spinning over the edge, her climax roaring through her body like a violent storm. Holding on to Sam for dear life, her nails digging into his back, she exploded, crying out as her muscles spasmed, her release flooding over Sam’s cock, bathing it with lush heat.
Her back arched, her br**sts abraded by the fine hairs on his chest, making her body tremble. Throwing her head back, she screamed his name as the whole world flew apart; the only thing of any substance being the man she was clinging to, his muscular bulk preventing her from whirling into space.
Sam followed her into release with an agonized groan, his warmth flooding her womb as his body shuddered over hers.