Page 87 of Please Don't Leave Me

He’s also not wearing any underwear under his sweats, which was a bold move, knowing he'd be seeing me in the morning. It just proves that he wasn't expecting this at all, and that thought turns me on even more.

I run my hand up and down his rock-solid shaft and bend forward to position myself. I keep my eyes on his face because I like watching how much I can drive him crazy.

When I run my tongue up his length, his mouth falls open, his eyes close, and his head tilts back into his pillow. I put as much of him as I can in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down, completely soaking him. From this view, I see his abs flexing with every bit of pleasure I'm giving to him.

He reaches down and puts his hand on the back of my head, gently grabbing my hair. "Lou, you're going to make me come before I even get inside you."

I feel a flutter between my legs at his plea. I lift myhead up to look at him, his cock slipping out from between my lips. He's panting even harder now with his eyes still closed. He opens them and huffs out a laugh. "Sorry, it's been a while."

I smirk at him to let him know it didn't bother me. "Where are your condoms?"

He sits himself up, and I move out from between his legs so he can swing his over the edge of the bed. He stands up and walks over to his dresser, opens a drawer, and pulls one out, but he doesn't open it yet.

He walks back over to the bed where I'm sitting up on my heels waiting for him and tosses it next to me. He grabs both sides of my face with his hands and lifts me off my heels to an upright kneeling position.

His eyes wander down to my lips and back up to my eyes, then he pulls me in to kiss me. It's soft and slow this time, not hurried and frantic like it was in the hallway. His hands leave my face, and I feel my shirt start to lift, so I raise my arms up as he pulls it over my head.

We're both completely rid of our clothes, and I'm pressed up against him, his hard length wedged between us. My hands on his chest move to his hair when he leans over and starts kissing my neck.

A large hand cups my breast, and his thumb grazes over my stiff peak. His lips travel further south until they're over my nipple. He sucks gently and runs his tongue over it, then moves to the other side and repeats it.

I need him inside of me, now.

I reach over, grab the condom, and unwrap it. He stands up straight and gently runs his fingertips up and down my arms as I roll it onto him.

Once it’s on all the way, he guides me onto my back again and positions himself above me. He reaches over andgrabs a pillow, placing it under my hips. He runs a finger against my center and slides it in, making sure I'm still ready for him.

He confirms I am and looks into my eyes, asking that same question. I put my hand on the back of his neck, pulling his lips right over mine, and whisper, "Please just fuck me, Sam." He leans his head forward, resting his forehead on mine, then lifts his head and takes a deep breath.

He reaches down to grab the base of his cock and eases it into me. The stretch has me focusing on my breathing until I've adjusted to him. Once he's fully seated, he starts to thrust his hips, and I moan into his ear.

He continues to move his hips as I run my hands all over him, across his chest, down his arms, over his abs, and around to his back. When my arms are around him, he picks up the pace, and I sink my nails into him, moaning his name.

“Fuck…Sam.”

He reaches a hand down and gently guides one of my legs up and over his shoulder. This allows him to enter me even deeper and at a slightly different angle that sends me through the roof. I'm moaning and panting, and his thrusts get faster and harder. My pelvic muscles clamp around his cock, and it makes him come with me.

As we both finish, he grabs the back of my neck and presses his lips into mine, opening for me. As we fight for breath between kisses, he stays fully seated in me for a moment.

He pulls his lips from mine and looks at me. His hand comes up to brush the loose hair out of my face. He leaves me with one final, soft kiss before pulling out of me and lowering my leg that was over his shoulder.

He sits back and removes the condom while I lay there,still catching my breath. He lays down next to me and props his head in his hand, smiling down at me. A big grin stretches across my face; I can't believe this is happening.

I roll onto my side, facing him, and he puts his arm over me, rolling onto his back so I can comfortably lay my head on his chest. The hand that was holding his head now wraps around me, securing me to him. And his other hand gently strokes my side.

I close my eyes and take in his scent and the feel of him. We lay there for a while. I'm afraid to move, to ruin it, to lose him again.

I feel his chest vibrate under my head as he finally talks. "It’s taking you an especially long time to find that towel. Do you need my help?"

I laugh and bury my face into him. "Yes please."

We sit up, and he walks into the hallway, still naked, and returns with two towels. He walks over to the other door that leads to his attached bathroom and stops in the doorway to look back at me.

"You coming?"

I crawl off the bed to follow him into the bathroom.

It's gorgeous in here, just like the rest of the house. He told me about all the renovations he was currently working on last fall and the ones he had planned. From what I've seen of the house, pretty much everything he mentioned looks finished. He must have been working overtime this winter and spring to have finished it all.

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