Page 51 of Samuel's Heart

“Are you okay?” I ask, pulling back a fraction, because I need to make sure he’s still in this. I’ll hate myself if he regrets this tomorrow.

“I’m not,” he says, and I pull away, trying to get to my knees, just to be pulled back against him. “I want you naked as well.” He kisses me as if he’s starving and I’m the best dessert he’s ever had.

I give as good as I take, and soon we’re both breathing hard. I shiver when Rory’s hand wanders and caresses my back, like his fingers are feathers, making me shiver and want more. I let out a groan when his hand goes under my T-shirt, and then I help him out when he tries to get rid of it. I tremble under his nimble fingers, and every place he touches burns like I’ve been branded.

Once my shirt is off and his hands can wander freely, he doesn’t leave any part of my back untouched. I let him do as he pleases because I need his hands on me like people in the desert need water.

While he plays with the muscles in my back, I resume getting to know his body. I lick and gently bite the expanse of his chest, making sure to touch every visible muscle while inching to the part of him that’s hard and waiting for my touch. Once I’m there, I take possession of his cock, so I can lick from base to tip. I love the sounds coming from him. Even more so, when I take him into my mouth and go down, engulfing him before moving up, hollowing my cheeks to make it even more pleasurable for him. He arches off the sofa, trying to feed me more of himself, and then slumping on the bed when I let him go.

“God, you nearly made me come,” he complains, but his heavy breathing and trembling voice ruin the effect.

“I’m here to please,” I say, winking at him. I’m loving the fact that we can have sex and jokes as well.

“Please me more,” he says, and his need is palpable.

I take him back into my mouth and use all my skills to have him shouting in pleasure, always pulling back before he can come, and leaving him breathing hard on the sofa.

But my need for him is growing as fast as his need for me does, and the next time I take him into my mouth I feed him my fingers, and he sucks them as well as I’m sucking him. Once they are wet and dripping with saliva, I remove them from his mouth and place them at his entrance. On my next trip down his cock, I ease a finger in, only to stop when the passage becomes too tight for me to move without causing him pain. I come up and go down on him again until my finger is fully inside him, and he’s practically vibrating.

I move my finger in and out of Rory’s ass, following the sounds of his whimpers to make it more pleasurable for him. When he gets used to the sensation, I suck on his cock and ease another finger in. Rory’s nails on my back have me rubbing my poor, neglected cock on the cushions in search of some friction. My need to be inside him is growing with every moan coming out of his mouth.

Rory’s breathing becomes shallow when I scissor my fingers inside him, to stretch him enough so it won’t hurt when I take him. If my need for him grows even an inch more, I’m not sure I’ll be able to be as gentle as I want to be once I’m inside him.

“Sam . . .” His voice is breathless and full of want. It has me releasing his cock to answer his pleas.

“I’m here, sweets. Just another finger.”

“I need you now.”

“Take another one for me.”

“Yes.” His breathless voice is so arousing that I have to grind my cock further into the sofa.

I take him into my mouth again and suck hard while I push three fingers inside him. His hands come to my hair and grip me there while he hisses and arches up. I let him go while I keep my fingers inside so he can adjust. When he relaxes again, I move them in and out, spreading and twisting them until he’s breathing hard and asking for more. I push against his prostate every other time, and I love how he groans in pleasure.

“Sam . . . I’m ready. Please . . .”

I can’t resist this time. I pull back and leave him to grab the lube and condom I keep in the drawer of my desk. Then I come back to him and take my place between his legs. I stay on my knees, applying a generous amount of liquid at his entrance, and massage it into him until he’s covered in it. I put the condom on, more than ready to take him.

Rory’s breaths are loud in the otherwise silent room. I pull his hips up and slightly off the sofa, and I align my cock at his entrance, aching now to be inside him.

“Are you ready?” I ask, because I need permission before I make him mine.

He nods, and I push in as slowly as possible while I’m as excited as I am.

We look at each other while I push forward, breaching his tight ring of muscles. Rory is so hot inside, welcoming and tight around me. I have to use all my willpower to stop myself from coming on the first stroke, and from thrusting as hard as I can inside him.

Instead, I wait for Rory to get comfortable, using the expressions parading across his face to check for any signs of discomfort. Then, when he seems to have adjusted to my presence in his body, I pull back and push in a little further, trying to fill him to the brim.

I shiver when I’m fully sheathed, and again, only my willpower keeps my orgasm at bay.

I lean in and kiss him, devouring him while trying to make him understand how good it is to be inside him.

When Rory wraps his arms around my neck and moves his hips, pulling me in even more, I bite him and rejoice in his groan of pleasure and pain.

We start a rhythm, moving together to reach the peak, but the more we move, the more erratic our movement becomes. When Rory’s ass clamps down on my cock, gripping me so tightly I nearly lose my mind, I pull his hips even higher and pound him as slowly as I can go at first. My thrusts increase in power the more I hammer into him.

When I nail his prostate and he goes rigid in my arms, arching off the sofa, I keep the position, and push against it with every thrust.

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