Page 63 of Samuel's Heart

I don’t waste any time and return to my position. I’d love to spread his legs and take him like that, but I don’t want to injure him any more than he already is. So, I pat him on the leg and then hold it, so I can move it until he’s lying on his side. Then I climb on the bed behind him, and I plaster myself against his body like I’m the big spoon. I pull on his cheeks, spreading them, and nestle my cock in between, humping him so I can spread my precum all over it to make my movements easier.

“Stop teasing and take me,” Samuel says. His voice is all growly, as though he’s losing patience with my teasing.

I love it.

The ache in my cock pushes me to make Samuel happy, so that I can come as well. But first I want to take care of him and make him scream my name, just like I did when the positions were reversed.

I gently ease his leg forward and make sure he’s not in pain. The new position opens up his cheeks a bit more and gives me a glimpse of his tight hole, just waiting for me to play with it. I open the lube and squeeze some of it onto my fingers, spreading it around to make sure it’s not too cold, and then place them at his entrance. I smear some on the outside, rubbing it until he relaxes. Only then do I breach him with my index finger. I push in until it’s too tight to move, waiting as Samuel gets used to it, and then push it all the way in.

He hisses, and stiffens, but just for a few seconds, then as he relaxes, his hole relaxes as well, and that’s when I begin moving my finger in and out, but never leaving him. When I can move easily, I take control of his cock with my other hand, and he arches into my hand when I grip it tightly. I remove my fingerbefore inserting two, and when he comes down, I keep my finger there, and he opens until they are deep inside him.

I start an up-and-down movement on his erection, and I’m glad when Samuel begins moving his hips to seek his pleasure, but when he grunts in pain, I release his cock.

“Noooo. Why?”

Oh, how much I love the growls he emits. They go directly to my dick.

“Just stay there and let me take care of you. I don’t want you hurting yourself.” I kiss his shoulder, tracing a pattern with my tongue until he nods.

I resume the job of opening him up while I keep a light touch on his erection. I move my fingers in and out, scissoring them to create enough space to accommodate my length. When my fingers are entering him easily, I place three at his entrance and push them in with care. When he hisses again, I stop, only to resume when his hole releases the hold it has on me.

I angle my fingers and push in, trying to find the gland that will make him go crazy. I find it on the third try, and the loud moan coming from Samuel tells me how good it is for him. I keep moving my fingers and grazing over his sweet spot on every other pass.

“Ah, Ro. I’m going to come.” Samuel’s guttural groans nearly make me come.

I pull my fingers out and then line up my erection against him. I grip his hip to stop him from going wild, and then I slowly breach him. I stop when his passage becomes too tight again and give him time to adjust and relax. Once he does, I push all the way in.

I grit my teeth to avoid coming on the first stroke and take a deep breath. Once I’m sure I’m not going to spend myself immediately just from how hot he is, I move my hips to pull out until only my tip is still inside him, and then I push back in, making Sam moan again. The more he does, the more I saw in and out of him, my pace accelerating as much as the position we’re in allows. I change the angle of my thrusts until I find Sam’s happy spot. Then, when I’m there, I keep the angle and thrust inside him, hitting that spot repeatedly, making Sam a mess of need and whimpering pleas.

“I need you to come,” I whisper in his ear, and then I use the tip of my tongue to trace the outer lines of it. At the same time, I grip his cock and thrust hard inside of him. Three, four times and then he’s coming, hard and loud, hitting my hand and his chest with his seed. I keep pushing inside him, allowing his ass to milk me, until I’m coming as well.

I’m spent and happy. I relax against him, and close my eyes, tired and satisfied. Samuel’s breathing becomes deeper, and when his soft snores fill the room, I let myself join him in the land of dreams.

A smile takes over my lips.

I can’t believe how happy I am right now.

Chapter Twenty-One

Samuel

I look at Rory . . . Ro, sitting next to me at the kitchen table.

We spent the night together, and he’s still here, helping me go through the documents Aidan provided.

This morning, when I opened my eyes, he was still plastered to my back, and I couldn’t contain the joy spreading inside me. I’m glad he was still asleep, and didn’t see me making a fool of myself while I watched him. My cheeks were hurting because of how much I was smiling. I was like a love-struck idiot. I spent the time caressing his hair just to make sure he was really here with me.

Now, I can’t keep my eyes to myself. Or my hands, for that matter. He doesn’t seem to mind that I’m so touchy-feely. I’mglad, because I can’t stop myself. He seems to have the same problem though, because when I refrain, he’s the one reaching out to me.

Am I really allowed to be happy?

I push the thought away when Rory’s hand lands on my thigh, and all my attention is called away from the past, back to a very exciting present.

I’d love nothing more than to throw these papers away and take him to bed again. I want to take my time making him come on my cock. Maybe multiple times.

It’s been a long time since I allowed anyone to top me, but yesterday our needs collided.Histo be in control, andmineto let go for once. I’ve never come that hard before, either—ever.

I glance at him and smile, loving the way his eyes light up when he looks at me.

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