Page 85 of Mud, Love, and Chemistry

After a moment, he composes himself and opens his eyes. With one hand still tangled in my hair, he runs his other thumb over my bottom lip. “Careful. That pretty little mouth will get you into trouble.”

“Better be safe, then,” I say, and remove the condom from the wrapper. I roll it down his shaft before shaking my head loose of his grip and easing onto my back. I crook my finger, wiggling it in the air to beckon Sam to me.

I expect him to lunge, but he doesn’t. Instead, he drops to his knees and takes my ankles in his hands. As he kisses his way up my leg, his palms slide over my shins and up my thighs. The closer he gets to my center, the heavier my breaths come.

He pushes my legs apart, runs his tongue along me, stopping to swirl my clit.

My head falls back as I melt into a puddle of glorious anticipation, but then, Sam pulls back and continues to kiss his way up my stomach. I lift my head to glare at him.

He doesn’t so much as glance in my direction.

I narrow my eyes and see his mouth curl. He knows I’m staring at him and he knows why.

When his gaze flicks to mine, he winks before sliding his hand between my legs and slipping two fingers into me. His thumb circles my clit, and I’m reduced back to puddle status. Sam kisses up to my breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth. As his tongue swirls, so does his thumb and soon, his name spills from my lips in whispers.

“Mmm,” he hums against my breast. “I missed that sound. Say it louder.” He presses harder on my clit.

I obey and let his name roll off of my tongue in sensuous moans. My hips move, bucking against his hand. While his touch feels amazing, I need more. More friction, more pressure, more him.

“Louder,” Sam orders.

“Then fuck me already.” My impatience has won. I want him inside me. Now.

He rears back, amused surprise on his face that fades to sultry mischief. Kissing his way to my ear, he whispers, “Not until you come, sweetheart.”

His hot breath on my neck has me coming undone in moments. Closing my eyes, I grip Sam’s shoulder. I let go of my resolve and allow the waves of pleasure to crash over me. He peppers kisses along my jaw and down my throat as I ride out my orgasm.

“I fucking love the way you look when you come,” Sam growls against my skin before flipping me onto my stomach. He grips my hips, pulling them toward him. “But I promised you something.” He eases his hard cock inside me.

I let out a satisfied moan as I dissolve into the mattress. The way he fills me is nothing short of perfection. Always has been. I can’t deny it, nor do I want to.

Sam works slowly, sliding in and out of me with rhythmic thrusts. His hands stay planted on my hips where his fingers dig into me to hold me in place. When he picks up speed, I twist my fists into the blanket.

He runs his hand up my spine. “So sexy.” Leaning over, he puts his mouth to my ear. “And all mine.”

The words break my bliss. His?

Sam quickly pulls me back into the moment by thrusting hard and fast into me. He’s grunting and groaning, his hips working overtime. When I shout his name, a strained “Fuck,” escapes him, but he keeps his pace.

This is raw and real and I’m loving every second of it. We’ve had hard, fast sex before, but this is almost carnal. I knew I was starved for him, but it seems like the instant he got another taste of me, his own hunger consumed him.

He slides a hand around my waist, between my thighs, and pressure builds low within me. The precipice of another orgasm teases my senses. I want it so badly, but I don’t want this to end. Sam’s insatiable desire is so addictive. I need it. I crave it.

With his fingers circling my clit, he whispers, “Come for me, Brynn.”

The grit in his voice breaks me. Practically screaming his name, I shatter into a million pieces, each one shuddering as they fall.

Sam continues to swirl my clit as he gives a few quick pumps before I feel him tense. His cock pulses inside me and his whole body releases. As his chest heaves against my back, his hot breath blows across my neck. “You good?”

I roll my head as I hum contentedly, then turn over to face him, but keep my eyes closed.

He drags stray pieces of my hair from my face before cupping my cheek. “I could do this forever,” he whispers.

“What?” My eyes pop open.

Sam doesn’t stutter, doesn’t falter as he says, “Hold you in my arms after making you come so hard you see stars.”

I let out a breathy chuckle, but it’s stilted. I’d read further into the tenderness of that statement if he hadn’t attached it to our naughty activities.

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