Page 83 of Scandalous Lover

I can’t help but laugh in surprise. “Jeez, Sammy. Just going for it, huh?”

His intense gaze meets mine, mouth still hovering centimeters away from my core. “This is all I ever think about.”

“Well,” I manage as he lays into me, tongue flat and broad, swiping the entirety of my slit. “Don’t let me stop you.”

I don’t think I could if I tried. Sam’s strong hands grip my hips as he feasts on me like a dying man, my moans of pleasure being periodically drowned out by a boom of thunder or the pounding of rain. I’m a whimpering, begging mess by the time he releases one hip to slide his fingers down to help.

He starts by grazing them from clit to entrance, teasing me so deliciously I actively work not to come on the spot.

I’m not ready for this to be over.

Holding back gets a lot harder when he enters me, his deft fingers finding my spot and rubbing me from the inside as his tongue flicks back and forth on my clit.

“Sam, I’m going to come,” Imoan.

Sam groans in pleasure as another boom of thunder shakes the ground underneath us. I let out a tiny shriek, but the excitement of the storm does nothing to douse the flames he’s creating between my legs. If anything, it pushes me closer to the edge.

He holds me there a torturously long time, as if he can feel just the right way to string me along. Until he finally pushes me off. I careen into my orgasm, buckling at the core as pleasure spasms my entire body. I know I’m crying out, but I can’t hear myself over the sound of a fresh downpour on the tin roof above us.

Sam’s tongue and fingers don’t let up until I come through to the other side, laughing and shaking him off as my flesh turns ultra-sensitive.

As soon as my vision returns to normal, I look down at him, sitting on his heels in an increasingly large puddle of muddy water, watching me like I hung the damn moon.

“Are you cold?” I ask.

Sam shakes his head. “Are you?”

I’m freezing, but I don’t want to admit it. I still have a rainstorm blowjob ahead of me, so I woman up and shake my head, even as my teeth start chattering.

Sam runs his hands up my legs, and I can feel my goosebumps grow under his palms. “Let’s get you into the shower.”

I almost moan at the pleasure his words bring, but I hold my ground. “I want to…you know. Do you now.”

Another shake of his head, this time with a sly smile. “I’m fine, princess.”

The front of his shorts is telling another story, practically screaming it, considering how wet they are. He sees me looking and presses himself to his feet, bringing one hand to either side of my shoulders once more, pinning me back to the wall.

“Why don’t you let me put you in a hot shower, and I’ll let you watch me take care of this myself.”

I whimper, unable to help myself. I’m so beyond shame right now.

Sam just smiles. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Naomi

He scoops me up like I weigh nothing at all, my soaked shorts sliding the rest of the way off as my feet leave the ground. I glance back at my now abandoned rake, still leaning against the door to the shed. I don’t wave goodbye to it, but I almost do.

The shower turns out to be an outdoor whitewashed wood stall, completely open to the sky above. I stand, naked and shivering, as Sam gets the hot water running.

I wish I knew a language beautiful enough to describe the feeling of being freezing and standing under the heavy spray of hot water while cold water also rains down on me from the sky above. The brunt of the storm has passed, taking with it the lightning, but a few dark gray clouds drift overhead, keeping the sky dim and the rain falling.

I don’t know how long I stand under the hot water, slowly rotating with my eyes closed, before I feel Sam step in behind me. My brain might be slow for a number of reasons right now, but it’s lightning quick to realize that if he’s now in the shower with me, it means he’s just as naked as I am.

I start to spin to face him, but his strong arms wrap around me, pinning my back to his chest as he holds me tightly to his body. I can feel a hard part of him press against my backside, and I wiggle my hips a bit to tease him.

“Careful, princess.”

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