Page 78 of Mud, Love, and Chemistry

Not the fiery, hungry ravaging I expect. No, this is soft, full of affection, and it’s dizzying. He’s kissing me. Legitimately, delicately, attentively kissing me. I give in to the headiness and allow his strong arms to cradle me as his lips caress my own.

He eases me onto my back, crawling over me and hovering, careful not to crush me. His hand runs down my side, dipping under the hem of my shirt. When he cups my breast to palm my hardened nipple, I suck in a breath. He’s being weirdly gentle. I can’t complain because there’s something incredible sexy about a man who can be tender when he wants to be, but I don’t know that I want Sam to be that guy.

I don’t have much time to think about it because he sits up, pulling me with him to remove my shirt. He takes the initiative and tugs my bra off too. Laying me back down, he reaches behind his head to yank off his own shirt which he tosses across the room. Instead of crawling over me again, he undoes the button on my jeans and removes them.

As I lie here in my underwear, I squirm under his intense gaze. Again, he scans my length like he’s memorizing every curve of my body. When he looks me in the eye, I watch his irises darken, a desire burning in them, but he doesn’t make a move. He just stares.

Trailing his palms up my legs, he leans down, coming back to hover once more. He brings his face close to mine. His eyes flick back and forth briefly before he connects our mouths. The same tender kiss as earlier, but this time, I melt when his lips touch mine.

Even the way his hands move is different. He’s not groping or pawing, he’s massaging. He’s caressing. It’s like I’m a porcelain doll and he doesn’t want to scratch my delicate finish. I’m eating it up.

When his hand slides between my thighs and his fingers brush over my very wet panties, I moan.

He swallows the sound and presses harder against my apex. Peppering kisses across my cheek, he puts his lips to my ear. “I want to make this last. So you have something to think about for the next two weeks.”

All I can do is nod, as I’m lost in a haze of desire.

“I’m going to take the lead, okay?” He waits for confirmation before he continues. “If you want me to stop at any time, just say the word, Brynn.” He goes back to kissing lightly down my throat to my chest, stopping to suck on my nipples before moving down my stomach. When he gets to the waistband of my panties, he pauses to slide them off.

After dropping my underwear to the floor, he runs his hand up one leg while kissing his way up the other. His lips brush the skin of my inner thigh as he lifts my leg over his shoulder.

With bated breath, I watch him spread me open and rest his fingers on my clit. My head falls back. The sensation is always great, but with the way he’s been touching me tonight, it’s heavenly. His name rolls off my tongue in soft whispers.

“I love the way you say my name.” He slides his fingers inside me, pulsing them slowly but deliberately. “I want to hear you scream it, though.” With that, he glides his tongue over my clit, laving it gently.

I practically come on contact.

Neither of us has gone down on the other, but I’m damn glad he’s doing it now. I don’t know how the guy does it, but every time he touches me, whether in a new way or not, it’s sensational. His tongue moves in circles, varying the pressure every few seconds. His fingers move in and out of me so fluidly. I’m bucking against his mouth within minutes.

When he hums, it vibrates through me, and I come undone. My whole body shudders with release. Sam grabs onto my hip with his free hand and holds me in place. He slows his movements, his tongue making languid circles as his fingers slowly slip out me. Once I’m done convulsing, he gently kisses my center before backing away.

“Beautiful and delicious,” he whispers against my skin.

That can’t be what I heard, right? “Hm?”

“Nothing.” He crawls over me, peppering kisses all the way to my collarbone. “I want to do that all the time.”

“Deal.”

He chuckles, and his breath on my skin elicits goosebumps. “But I can’t help but notice you weren’t screaming my name.”

“Too busy coming.”

A choking sound emanates from his throat, and I giggle. His lips brush down my chest to my nipple, which he flicks with his tongue. “Can I try again?”

“If at first you don’t succeed...”

He takes my nipple fully into his mouth and slides his palm down my inner thigh. I twist a hand into his hair, pulling him closer. His fingers glide up my slit, grazing my still sensitive clit, and I gasp.

“Too much?” he asks with my nipple between his teeth.

I shake my head. “Just still thrumming.”

“Good. I can take my time, then.” He pulls away, sitting up to shuck his pants and boxers. He pulls a condom from his pocket, tears it open and rolls it down his hard cock. Turning back to me, he grabs my hips and nudges me over onto my stomach. He helps position me so I’m bracing myself on the arm of the couch, and he sidles up from behind. The tip of his cock teases entrance.

I press my ass backward, inviting his tip inside, but he grabs my hips and holds me still. “Not yet,” he whispers.

I feel the absence of his dick, but his fingers replace it. They slip inside me and begin pumping hard and fast. Pressure builds quickly, making his name spill from my lips.

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