Page 48 of His Dark Vices

Then I find his mouth with mine, silencing him. I know this is what I need to do. I want him to feel my emotions. I can't just use my words, not now.

His lips come alive against me, his body stirring toward mine. I feel his hands on my back, and as my passion leaks into the kiss, my tongue seeking his, seeking the taste of him, he starts to awaken to me.

To this moment.

I'm dragging him here with me, where nothing else matters.

Sam's hands start to roam my body, his tongue tangling with mine. With a muffled moan, I push him onto his back and climb on him, not wanting for a second to be separate from him. Our breath mingles as we pause for a moment, forehead to forehead, and finally, he looks into my eyes.

My heart squeezes.

Sam is soft with emotion, with need. There's so much unspoken there, and he looks like he's about to say something. I cover his lips with mine, relishing the softness of him.

"Don't," I whisper after a few moments. "Not now. Just let me take control."

As I deepen the kiss, I cup his face, then sink my fingers into his hair. I let my body melt on top of him, my softness molding to the cold hardness of him, and he comes around, like he's remembering he's a person, not a robot. He runs his hands up my thighs, over my ass, and up to my back, then he's hugging me tightly, groaning slightly into our kiss.

Yes, this is the Sam I know.

My heart swells, almost to the point of making me cry. I didn't realize I missed him this badly—needed him this badly.

I pull back and tear off my sweater dress, quickly feeling Sam's touch on my stomach. His fingers dip into the waist of my leggings, and together, we work them off, taking my panties along, too. But I don't let him touch me like he wants to. When he reaches between my legs, his fingers curling upward in anticipation of touching my heat, I swat his hand away.

We're going at my pace. I'm having him my way. Because we've come too close to veering off track, to moving away from each other.

I watch him drink in the hunger in my expression as I work his sweats and boxers off, exposing his thick, wanting dick. Hetwitches before I can get my hands on him, before I can straddle him and position him at my dripping entrance.

Sam's lips part, but I put a finger to his mouth, keeping him silent. I'm afraid of what he'll say, how he might bring this moment to a halt. I don't care about all the bullshit waiting for us on the other side of this. I just want to feel him buried inside me, deep. I want to feel that connection we have. I want to feel him losing himself in me, just like I'll lose myself to him.

I don't tear my eyes away from him as I inch his dick in. I let him see the pleasure register in my face, ripple through my body. He's parting my walls slowly, digging into my pussy, and I'm sucking him in, taking him to the base. He's so fucking hard, and I feel every inch filling me up, stretching me out.

Sam reaches for me, and I drop down, pressing our chests together as I fall into his kiss. My hips start a slow grind, massaging my clit against him. I moan into his mouth, loving the feeling of being full of him while stimulating that sensitive bud. The pleasure is too sweet. But Sam quickly snaps me out of it. He starts to thrust, sliding in and out, and the friction in my tight hole starts to make me weak.

I respond to his thrusts, and together, we let our passion flow, the intensity of our kiss matching our grinding hips. We don't part, we don't slow down. We only pull each other closer, grind harder, silently scream that this is what we needed, this and nothing else.

Soon, my lips stop working, my mouth reduced to a slack hole that only permits hard, fast breaths. I shut my eyes and lose myself, just like I wanted, to the frenzy of Sam. His fingers dig into my ass, willing me to fuck him harder, and I do, slamming my ass down on him. Our sweat mingles as we get closer, grunting, panting, moaning together, encouraging the other to come. He presses his forehead to mine, just as my pussy starts to clench.

"I'm—"

"Me too, don't stop," I beg, my thighs aching from riding him.

I can't stop, either. I'm too close, and I want to erupt all over him, at the same moment that he busts in me.

"Come in me," I whimper. "Fill me, Sam, fill me up."

Sam bucks his hips hard, coming with a hard grunt. His last powerful thrusts send me over the edge, too, and I come to a shuddering halt atop him, my pussy spasming in waves of intense pleasure. My body suddenly spent, I rest my head heavily on his chest. His heart is hammering fast, just like mine.

So I listen until it calms down, feeling like I can't move.

I don't want to, either.

In the afterglow that settles around us, my mind and heart latch onto something hopeful, something nearly impossible. And even though I have no business entertaining it, I let it wrap warmly around me, just like Sam's arms.

We can work this out, if we wanted to. And I know I do.

Vrrm-vrrm. Vrrm-vrrm.

Vrrm-vrrm. Vrrm-vrrm.

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