Page 53 of The Yips

When we finally made it to his bedroom, he helped me to stand next to the bed, sliding my shirt up over my head and staring at me in my nursing bra as if I were the sexiest woman on the planet. I tugged my shorts off as he slid his t-shirt over his head. His grey sweat shorts fell to the floor next to mine. With one hand, he unlatched my bra, releasing the weight of my breasts.

We moved toward each other, closing the space between our bodies. I gasped when my body pressed flush up against his. I stood on my tiptoes and drew his head towards mine,tentatively kissing him. He stood still, allowing me to take the lead, my hands roaming his body. I deepened the kiss, his hand cupping my cheek. He scooped me up and sat on the edge of the bed before scooting back.

“What do you want, Sam?”

“I want to taste you, straddle my face?”

I slid up his body, my thighs on either side of his head. His eyes met mine as he devoured my clit. He alternated between stroking it with his tongue and sucking on it. I was still sensitive from the earlier orgasm. I placed my hands on the headboard, attempting to support myself. I looked behind me to find his cock, hard and ready. I wordlessly flipped myself into position. I licked his thick cock from root to tip, swirling my tongue along the tip, tasting his pre-cum. And when I took him deep into my mouth, he began sucking my clit in earnest. I fisted him in my hand, working my hand and mouth in tandem.

“Kelsey, I’m going to come; you need to stop.”

Knowing that Sam was on the verge of falling apart spurred me on. I worked his cock with my hand and mouth, feeling my orgasm building at the same time. My orgasm tore through me as I got the first taste of his cum, and swallowed it greedily.

“I didn’t want to stop,” I said without apology and with a bit of wonder.

“Come up here, baby.” Sam tugged me in next to him, tucking me in on his side. I rested my cheek on his chest. Both of us quietly worked to settle our breath. “That was a first for me.”

“What was? The position?”

“No, finishing in your mouth. Was it okay?”

“Whelp, it was a first for me, too. I’d never wanted it before, but I did today, with you.”

Sam’s expression clouded and then cleared. He mindlessly brought his fist to his chest and patted his heart, clearing his throat. “It was hot as fuck, and just thinking about it has me ready to go again.”

I reached down between his legs and found that he was indeed ready for another round.

“How do you want me, Sam?”

He rolled me on my back, captured my mouth with his, and let me taste myself on his tongue. His hand cupped my breast; I arched my back as his thumb circled my nipple on its way down between my legs. When his hand found my core, I let out a sharp breath as he brushed against my swollen, sensitive clit. He slipped two fingers inside me, pumped lightly, and scissored his fingers as I rode his hand.

“Sam,” I moaned. Would I ever have enough of this man?

He settled himself between my legs. His thick head notched at my entrance. “I know, baby; I just wanted to be sure you were ready for me.”

My hips bucked up towards him as he thrust inside me. We both went from slow and deliberate to frantic as Sam thrust inside of me. A bead of sweat formed on his brow, and I reached up to wipe it away, drawing his mouth to mine. Our tongues mimicked our bodies. He made love the same way he did everything, with consideration of me first and himself last. I wanted him to let go; I needed him to lose control.

“Stop chasing my orgasm and find your own, Sam. Take what you need. I love watching you fall apart.”

“Ladies first, always.”

“I need you to let go. Do you know why I came so hard earlier? Your cum in my mouth, I loved it because you let go.I promise I’m following you right over the same edge when you do. I love fucking you, Sam.”

“Tell me how much you love it, Kels.”

“God, Sam, I love it.” I chanted over and over as my orgasm built. “I love it, I love it.” And as my orgasm tore through me just before Sam’s release, my chant changed, “I love it, I love it, I love you.”

I froze as soon as I realized what I said. Sam pressed his lips to my forehead, breathing heavily, trying to regulate his breath.

“Do you mean that, Kelsey? Because I’m right there with you.”

And with that, all the thoughts of self-doubt, the fear that this was more than I could handle, exploded in my head. The noise built to a crescendo, and the calm and comfort Sam usually provided me became an object of fear. My chest tightened, sweat dripped down my head.

“Kelsey, look at me. You’re having a panic attack. Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. Big breath in. Hold. Slow breath out.”

I followed his directions, eyes locked on his as I controlled my heart rate and slowed my breathing.

“I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

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