Page 77 of Samuel's Heart

I’m sure if he needs me, he’ll reach out. I put my offer out there a couple of times, but he dismissed me with his CFO powers, and blamed work. It could be true, because he’s as busy as a bee. He knows I’m here for him when he needs me.

The rest of the evening is a kaleidoscope of activities, all planned to make Daniel happy. I still can’t join in for some of them because my leg is not as strong as it should be, but physio and the gym with Rory are helping me get there. It won’t be the same as before, but I’ll still be able to do what I love.

“Bye guys,” Rory and I say from the front door, watching everyone walk to their cars.

“Bye. And thank you,” they say in a chorus.

We watch them leave our property, and then walk back inside, hand in hand.

I don’t stop walking, pulling Rory behind me, giving him just enough time to lock the door. I’ve got only one thing in mind for tonight; I’m not working, so I can be with him. Rory, me, and our king-size bed. I can’t wait to make a mess of him. And then have him make a mess of me.

“Eager, are we?”

“Fuck, yes,” I reply, pulling him harder, trying to get him to follow me when he stops to laugh at my expense.

“I miss you, too,” he whispers against my neck, when I stop at the foot of the bed.

“Show me,” I challenge, turning around to face him.

“With pleasure,” Rory says, before taking my mouth in a long kiss that amplifies my needs. My legs give out when he pushes me backward, and I land on the bed. I open my arms, just likethe first time he made me his, and I’m smiling, big and happy, when he sits on my crotch.

“Something you want?” I say, tempting him.

“Yes, you.” His kiss comes in strong and owns my lips.

I surrender, because it doesn’t matter who’s on top, in the end, we’ll both be satiated and happy.

“Make me yours,” I say to him, then nip at his ear, and the moan he lets out has me turning the tables.

I grip him in a tight embrace and turn us around until I’m on top.

“Let me love you,” I say to him, just before leaning down and kissing him like he’s the most precious treasure.

“Yes,” he says, and it sounds like so much more.

It sounds like he’s answering the question I haven’t asked yet. But I’m looking forward to that. Because if there is something I’ve learnt in my life, it’s that life is too short to wait and waste. However, when I ask him to marry me, I’ll make sure he’s never going to forget it.

Right now though, my only plan is to make him come and then come myself.

I’m too excited to go slow. So I scoot down, after planting a kiss on his lips, eager to have the both of us coming.

I open Rory’s trousers roughly, and slide my hand inside. With the tip of my index finger, I caress his wet tip. Then I make quick work of releasing it from the confines of his boxers by pushing the garment down and out of the way.

I love Rory’s gasps when I squeeze him and begin stroking him up and down. I rub the glans under the tip on every pass, moving faster and faster, to bring his pleasure to a higher level. I lean in so I can grind my dick against Rory’s leg.

“Oh, Sam, please.”

I love the way he begs me. I wish I had more self-control, but my brain has taken residence in my cock, and right now the only thing it wants is to come inside Rory.

I stop what I’m doing so I can get rid of our clothes. The need to feel his skin on mine is as necessary as oxygen. I moan when Rory sits up and takes hold of my shaft and starts the same movements I used on him.

We’re getting to the end way too fast, but after days without him, I need Rory like I need air. We can go slower on the second round. I grin, because it’ll be nice to see how creative we’ll be.

Our movements become faster still, but when I get too close to coming, I release his cock and pull back so mine is no longer easy to reach.

“Turn around,” I say, in reply to his displeased whimpers.

He doesn’t complain, and he’s soon lying on his front. I trace a path from his neck to where his cheeks connect, using my tongue as if it were a brush, leaving no part of his skin untouched. He writhes on the bed and pushes his hips against the mattress. But I can’t have any of that, so I pull back and force him up onto his knees, then push his upper body down until his face is pressed against the mattress.

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