Page 79 of Hearts on the Table
But it had, thank God, because here he was, spread out for me, his hard-on bobbing for my attention, eyes begging me to do anything I wanted to him. I could, I realized, do nearly anything and he’d take it in stride. He exuded the quiet confidence that soothed my inner babbling.
Except in bed, where his mouth and his body competed for which could possess me most thoroughly. That’s what I wanted. Right now.
“That looks uncomfortable.” I crawled up the bed, gratified when he groaned my name, fisting his length and pumping it like he couldn’t fully control himself. “Want some help?”
He hissed when I leaned forward to take his crown into my mouth, stroking. I swirled my tongue, relishing the slick, salty taste of him. He twitched, bumping into the roof of my mouth, saying my name again and again. No baby, yet. What would it take to get him to break? Surrender?
He liked the eye contact, thrusting a little harder into my mouth, grimacing like he was in pain. He hardened more under my stroking fingers.
“Take your bra off.”
I took my time working my way back up his shaft, sliding him out of my mouth with a long lick. I fisted him, working up and down, bumping his length against my cheek. “Please?”
His immediate response of “please, Jesus, fuck” was so gratifying, I didn’t even tease. The moment I sat up and opened the clasp, his eyes fell on my nipples.Thismade me feel in control. His face openly worshiped me in a way I wasn’t sure I deserved, but liked too much to question. He wanted me, badly. Bad enough to obey every command, grant every wish. I could feel it in the rush of slickness between my legs, the tingle in the peaks of my breasts.
My fingers brushed there, tweaking the tight buds. Sam swallowed, quiet, eyes tracking every move I made. The only evidence of his excitement was the occasional twitch of his cock, but I wanted his words.
“Do you like this? Watching me?”
“Yes.” His response vibrated between us, heavy with lust. Need.
I slipped a hand down my stomach, circling the tip of one finger at the top of my slit. His pupils dilated. “What would you like to watch me do?”
“Touch yourself.”
“I am.”
“More, baby.”
I grinned, heat and triumph blazing through me. “More, baby.”
He didn’t register my teasing, instead grabbing his dick and squeezing like he was about to burst. “Touch yourself how you’d want my tongue on you. Show me how you want me to lick that sweet pussy.”
I shuddered, my fingers delving into my folds like he was the one calling the shots. His rumble of satisfaction vibrated against my skin. My core quaked in response. Suddenly, I couldn’t stand the inches between us. I crawled forward until I straddled his lap. My breasts pressed against his chest, his arm wrapped low around my hips to pull me closer. I hissed at the contact.
“Sam!”
“What do you need, baby?”
I choked out a laugh, repeating it back to him in broken, halting gasps. “What do you need, baby?”
“To see you get yourself off.” He still didn’t get it. He thought it was me saying those things to him, clueless about the words pouring out of his mouth. “To watch you break apart over me.” He fisted my hair, craning my neck backwards to trail a lineof stinging kisses down my neck. My hand reached down once more to tease my clit.
He spread his thighs, bumping my legs wider to get a better view. My thumb slicked over my center, the feeling magnified by his eyes on me. I moaned. “Oh, Honey, so good.” He cupped my chin, devouring me with deep, devastating kisses that built up the fire in my belly before he ripped away from me, staring down at my hand once more.
“You want to pump those beautiful fingers inside your cunt, baby? Fuck yourself like you want me to?” I choked on air, slipping my index finger inside. His words were absolutely filthy, too much for me to repeat back to him. Not when I felt like there was lava flowing through my veins, burning me up from the inside out.
“That’s not enough, Sweetheart,” he murmured against my mouth, spearing his tongue inside again and again, setting a rhythm I matched with my fingers. “Give me another. Hell yes, that’s it. You feel how you stretch? Like it’s my cock inside you, baby.”
“Feel h-how you…stretch?” I gasped, wrist twisting to hit that spot inside that always helped send me to the stars. Sam stilled, brow creasing at my words, unable to place them. I bit my lip, writhing against him, begging with my body for him to resume the pinching, grabbing torture on my breasts. “Like it’s my cock inside you, b-baby…”
I quoted back, squeezing my eyes shut as a wave of pleasure rolled through me. Hearing his dirty words echoing around me in surround-sound only elevated my desire. I could barely force them past my throat, they were so wild. But this is what he thought about me, unfiltered. His need for me was completely base and beautiful and desperate, spilling out of his mouth with no thought.
His face cleared, eyes widening in comprehension when he replayed my words. “That’s what I sound like?”
“Yes,” I gasped, desire spilling onto my hand. He gripped my body, holding and stroking me like I was going to fly away.
“And you like that?”
