Page 64 of Hearts on the Table
“Sam! I need…I need….”
He grabbed my wrist, dragging my fingers to his mouth. Moaning at the taste. “I’m right here, Honey. God, the taste of you.” He ducked down, nipping and biting along my ribcage as he sank down lower, muttering the whole way. “Haven’t stopped thinking about it for a week. So sweet.”
I turned molten when his teeth bit into the skin around my hipbone. He was still sinking, leaving a trail of stinging bites across my thighs and muttering obscene things into my pores. Itfilled me up, bubbling over until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed him, all of him, right now.
“No. No, I need you.” I tugged at his shoulders, fingernails digging. He looked at my face, eyes flickering between my desperate gaze and my breasts and my pussy.
“One taste. Just one…”
I cried out when he flicked his tongue against my swollen flesh. The feeling pulled taut inside me. My legs tightened on his shoulders. “No, no, please. Sam, I need you inside.”
The words had no sooner left my lips than his hand was between my legs, dipping his fingers into me. He whispered about how wet I was. Moaned and sucked on me, pumping, telling me again and again how good I felt. Hot and slick andhis.
A fierce orgasm spiraled from my core when his teeth scraped over me. The pain and the sweetness and theSamof it all flung me into the stratosphere. Fireworks exploded behind my eyelids. I burned up. The whole time I gasped and pulsed and begged for more. He kept up his running monologue, driving me higher, somehow, when I should have been coming down.
I couldn’t tell when the climax ended, or if it even did. I snatched at him, hands sliding on sweat-slicked skin. He scrambled up, capturing my mouth in deep, sucking kisses that at once made me feel like I was dying for air and breathing for the first time.
“…so beautiful, Lainey. Fuck, you’re so perfect.”
“Now, Sam. Now, I need you.”
“Wait, Honey. Condom.”
“No.” He was too late. I’d already worked his shorts halfway down his thighs and now that I had him in my sights, it was game over. I gripped him. He was steel-hard, precum leaking from his tip. I swiped my thumb across it, using the slick liquid to ease the way as I pumped him in my fist. He shuddered, head dropping to the pillow beside mine. I craned my neck, pressingkisses to every inch of skin that I could: cheek, neck, beard. He tilted his head, lips capturing mine. More slickness against my hand.
“Stop. Shit, Lainey. I need a condom.”
“I have an IUD. I’m clean.”
“I…” His hand gripped my wrist, like he couldn’t think with me holding him. I was well beyond thinking. My thinking brain would have told me it was irresponsible to have unprotected sex for the first time with a man I wasn’t even sure I could call my boyfriend. But this was Sam, and I knew in my bones that he would rather throw himself in front of a moving vehicle than hurt me. “I’m clean. I swear.”
I pulled him closer, stroking the head of his cock through my folds. It reminded me of that night in his car, when he’d exploded all over me. I wanted that again. But I wanted him inside me when it happened.
Breath hissed through his teeth. He scooped my leg up again, opening me. I liked the way he moved me to suit his desires. With anyone else, it might have made me feel lifeless or used, like a sex doll to be bent to his will. But with Sam, it felt desperate. Like I’d brought him to the brink and he could never get enough of me. I felt treasured and wanted. Maybe I wouldn’t mind being his sex doll.
We were both grinding and sliding against each other. When I positioned his dick at my entrance, he met no resistance. My breath caught as his first few inches slid inside. I felt stretched.Yes.
There was that friction I’d been missing. Sam cursed violently, pushing my knee into the mattress, opening me up even more. He trapped my other hand against the pillow with his, while he stared down at where we were joined.
“Look at you.” He pushed in a few inches more, holding me when my legs jerked at the feeling. “Taking my cock like a dream. You’re made for it, Sweetheart. Made for me.”
I nodded, biting my lip, trying to stem the flow of my needy, desperate cries. I felt like I was made for him. Or he was for me. I’d never fit with someone so perfectly before. Blackness fizzled around the edges of my vision by the time he pushed all the way inside.
“Breathe, Lainey. You with me?” I gasped an inhale just before his lips fell onto mine. Breathing. Yes. Oxygen. That was good. In and out. In and out. Just like how he was pumping back and forth inside. Stretching me, hitting the most perfect place. I was babbling, a mixture of his name and “please” and “oh my God” and “don’t stop.”
“Never. I’m going to fill you up. When you feel my cum leaking out of you tomorrow, you’ll know you’re mine. You want that, Sweetheart? I’ll fuck you until you’re full of me.”
“Yes! Sam, I want it.” Absolutely, God, yes, did I want it. Just like in my car, his words took on a stream-of-consciousness pattern, like his brain had disconnected a little and every word out of his mouth was the raw, unvarnished truth. It made me wild. I clutched at him, squeezing his fingers in mine, running my other hand down his flexing abdomen. His muscles were insane, popping while he thrust into me.
“Good. So good. Stay still. Right there.” He dropped hectic, open-mouthed kisses on my face, sometimes landing on my mouth. The hand on my knee slid upwards, thumb teasing my clit as he shuttled in and out. “Come on my dick, baby. Fuck, the way you squeeze me.” He kept talking, but I was gone. Eyes wide, head thrown back, weightless with a climax I could never have imagined. His praise, his dirty words, the way he touched me and moved with me…
Every muscle clenched. He groaned and told me how amazing I felt. So tight and hot and wet and then he was shouting, snapping his hips into mine as he came, saying how much he loved, loved, loved it. So good. And my name over and over and over.
He collapsed over me and we lay together like that, connected and panting. I stared up at the ceiling and tried to catch my breath. After a few moments, he raised up on his forearms, looking as stunned as I felt.
I didn’t know what to say. Who had words for this kind of thing? My soul had left my body, and I wasn’t sure when or if it would return. He swallowed, eyes searching my face.
He said my name again. Breathed it while the tips of his fingers trailed across my cheek. Hair. Forehead. Lips. I clutched him to me, threading my fingers through his hair. His forehead rested against mine.
