Page 71 of Mud, Love, and Chemistry

Sam kisses down my body and stops at the neckline of my camisole, running his tongue along my skin above the fabric. “As much as I like this aesthetic...” He takes the lace between his teeth, snapping the elastic. “I like it better when you’re naked.”

I tilt my chin down and lift my arms to help him remove it.

With a chuckle, he rears back, pulling me to sit up. Once I’m upright, he slips the camisole from my body, and a shaky breath escapes him. Connecting our mouths again, he eases me onto my back. His warm palm finds my breast, and the skin-to-skin contact leaves a path of fire in its wake.

Each time I moan into his mouth, he swallows it down. As he leaves my mouth to kiss his way to my breasts, his hand moves south to settle between my thighs. His fingers slide along the lace of my panties, pressing gently, and it makes me squirm.

I’m burning for release, and we haven’t even started yet. I buck my hips, but Sam “tsks” against my breast.

“Not yet,” he whispers, and slides his hand under the waistband of my underwear. When his fingers graze my seam, he hums in delight. “So wet for me already. I like that.”

All I can do is breathe his name as I continue to buck my hips. He finally grants me some release and slips a finger inside me. When he slides another finger in, he begins swirling my clit with his thumb, all the while sucking my nipples. I lose a hand in his curls, pulling his head closer to my breast.

“Sam,” I plead.

He kisses my nipple before working his way up my chest and neck, all the way to my ear. “Beg all you want, sweetheart. I’m not fucking you until you come.”

I groan in ecstasy. I mean, how can I be mad at that?

“Just enjoy yourself, Brynn.” He kisses his way back to my breasts, taking a nipple between his teeth. “I certainly am.”

When he speeds up the pace of his fingers, I can’t help myself any longer. I give in. I let go of the hold I have on my body and drown in the waves of a delicious orgasm. It’s amazing. My body quakes with pleasure as the tension breaks, and I melt into the sensation.

Sam rides the wave right along with me. He slows his motions, but doesn’t stop until I do, and when I do, I’m like a limp noodle. Removing his fingers from me, he takes off my panties. I hear the jingle of his belt buckle and the ripping of a condom wrapper, but my eyes won’t open. I have to imagine what’s happening.

Before I know it, Sam’s hovering over me once again, lightly peppering kisses along my collarbone. “You okay?” he breathes against my skin.

“Mhm,” I hum, ready for more.

“Good. Any requests for how this goes?”

That gets my attention. I pop my eyes open, confusion spread across my face.

“Both of us are supposed to have fun,” he says. “I’m going to, no matter what, so I want to know what’s best for you.”

“I like to be on top.”

“Of course you do.”

I scoff. “Hey, you asked.”

With a quick nip at my collarbone, he rolls our bodies to the side. I yelp, gripping his shoulders as I’m thrown over to straddle him. When we’re settled, I stare at Sam in amazement, the stupid self-satisfied grin on his face making me want to laugh, but only for a moment.

Quite suddenly, the mood changes. His eyes darken and his grip on my thighs tightens. My mouth and throat run dry. He cups the back of my head and pulls me down to connect our mouths once again. As we kiss, I adjust my hips so the tip of his cock hits my entrance, and I hover long enough to elicit a needy groan from him. Sliding down his hard length, I take him fully inside me.

It’s as breathtaking as before. He fills me completely, fitting perfectly and making me shudder.

“Still okay?” he asks.

I nod and sit up. I watch the expression on his face turn from concern to heated desire as his gaze rakes over me. When I move my hips, his eyes close and his hands run up my sides to cup my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples. My head falls back, his name spilling from my lips. Leaning back slightly, I rest my hands on his thighs and dig my fingers into his skin.

That’s when he starts moving with me. He thrusts slowly at first, still letting me lead the pace, but when I start losing myself in the moment, he takes over. One hand stays on my breast while the other snakes around my waist to hold me up. His hips thrust faster.

Our breathy moans fill the room, soon becoming grunts and groans full of lust. We both want to hit that crest, both want to feel that burst of release that comes when we do. But we don’t at the same time. At least, I don’t.

I want to savor this feeling of our connection. His nearness. The friction. I don’t ever want it to end, but I know he won’t last forever.

It’s obvious he’s close when the hand around my waist slides to my stomach and dips lower. His thumb settles on my clit, gently circling the sensitive bundle of nerves.

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