Page 20 of Mud, Love, and Chemistry

I flop my head from side to side, but only an angsty moan escapes me.

“I need words, Brynn.” Sam’s voice is low as his mouth moves down my throat, over my collarbone, and to my chest. “Tell me what you want.” His tongue flicks my sensitive peak before he takes it in his mouth and sucks.

My back arches off the bed to get as much of me in his mouth as I can. When his hand slides between my thighs, I grab his wrist. He jerks his head up, a surprised expression on his face.

“Make love to me, Sam.”

His fingers dig into my ribs. “Really?”

“Please,” I beg.

With lightning speed, he flips over to grab the condom. He keeps his back to me as he yanks off his boxers and sheathes his erection. Rolling back over, he doesn’t waste a second getting down to business. His hungry kiss devours my mouth, swallowing my moans and whimpers as his chest bears down on my own. He nudges his knee between my thighs, his erection resting on top of my quad, and encourages me to grind against him.

Sam’s hand slides down my ribs to my hip where he tucks his thumb into the waistband of my panties and pulls them down. Once they’re off, he pushes my legs apart, settling himself at my entrance. He locks his eyes on mine one last time before pressing inside of me.

I wince, a small whimper escaping me, and latch my hands onto Sam’s biceps.

“Shit, Brynn. You okay? Did I hurt you?” The panic in his voice is sincere.

I shake my head. “No. You’re…big.”

He hums in satisfaction as he begins moving inside me. “So, I should take it slow?”

“Not too slow.”

With a growl, he leans down and latches his mouth to my neck. His thrusts speed up, but every movement feels precise, which I like. The way he moves is so perfect, it has the tension building within me almost instantly, which is saying a lot.

I’ve never been a big fan of the missionary position. I’d much rather be on top where I can control the speed and amount of friction, but it’s like he knows what I need him to do without me even saying it.

My hands scour his body, running up and down his back, across his shoulders, tickling his ribs. I can’t get enough. I want to touch him everywhere. Each time my fingertips find a new ridge to trace, they burn from the contact. I finally twist my hand into his hair, pulling him closer, pressing our chests together.

The delicious pressure growing inside of me has me on the verge of another orgasm, and I can’t wait. I buck my hips, moving in sync with his. The change in angle pushes me over the edge, and I tighten around Sam’s cock, riding out this bliss. When the sensation ebbs, I open my eyes to find Sam grimacing, almost as if he’s in pain.

He grunts, exhaling deeply. “I don’t want to come yet.”

I blush at his candidness, but I have to admire his resolve. Too many times was I left high and dry because Connor finished early and didn’t have the “strength” to ensure I was satisfied. So, if Sam wants to keep going, I’m game.

“Can we switch places?” I ask.

His mouth ticks up on one side. “Of course.” And he rolls to the side, taking me with him, but without removing himself from me.

I yelp in surprise, but I’d be lying if I said I’m not turned on by that move. Once we’re settled, it’s not long before he’s raking over my naked body. As his gaze moves down, his hands move up to my chest. Sam’s hands cup my breasts, his thumbs gently rubbing my hardened nipples. His cock jumps inside of me.

“Is this how you want it, or can I suggest something?” he asks, not looking away from his massaging hands.

“Anything.”

“Can we move so I can sit against the headboard? This view is fantastic, but I’d like to be able to kiss you, too.”

“I like the sound of that.”

Without a word, Sam wraps one hand around my waist while the other aids him in scooting our bodies up the mattress. He slides his back up the headboard so he’s sitting upright. Face to face with each other, only inches apart, our breath mingles in the space between our lips.

He tugs my lower lip down with his thumb. “Perfection,” he whispers before his lips meet mine in another all-consuming kiss.

He’s right. Everything about this is perfection. The way we met, our flirting, our date, and now this. The sex so far has been amazing, and now that I’m in my favorite position, it’s going to get better.

I move my hips, raising up and down on my knees. Since he’s already struggling to restrain himself, I don’t want to overdo it right away, so I start slow. A nice, rhythmic pace has Sam panting in no time, but when I increase the speed, he’s groaning into my mouth. His hands crawl up my sides to my breasts again, and it’s my turn to moan.

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