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I shrug. “I just…wanted to see if it was as good as last night.”
He nods thoughtfully and then lies back, propping his hand under his head as he stares up at the ceiling “Well please, don’t let me interrupt a scientific experiment. Pretend I’m not even here.”
I laugh at that response but then glance down at his throbbing cock again. “Okay, I’ll try it but just don’t move too much.”
“You got it, sparky.” He winks, and it’s so sweet that I feel brave enough to try it again.
With a small grin, I lean down and take him in my mouth again, this time a lot less gently since I’m no longer worried about waking him. I work him over in quick succession, and the noises in the room are so loud I would be embarrassed if he wasn’t moaning his appreciation. Sam does that hair holding thing again, but this time, his other hand runs up and down my spine in slow, soft strokes. It feels kind of wonderful.
His dick suddenly feels like it’s even harder in my mouth, and before I’m able to finish him off, he grabs me under the arms and pulls me away from his dick. “What are you doing?” I ask, staring down at him as he reaches for a condom on the nightstand.
“I’m not coming down your throat, Maggie,” he states, his voice gruff with arousal as he rolls the condom on in record speed.
“Why not? I thought this was for science!”
He shakes his head. “Baby steps, okay? Right now, I’m dying for you to ride my cock.”
Well, okay.In a hurry, I throw a leg over his groin and position his tip against my slit. “How’s this?” I ask as I sink down on top of him.
His head falls back into the pillow, and he lets out a deep groan. “Oh fuck yes, just like that.”
I balance my hands on his chest and swirl my hips over him, feeling his entire body hard and tight beneath mine. Reaching up to cup my breasts, he stares straight into my eyes as he manhandles them with his rough palms, rolling my nipples between his finger and thumb. I cry out at the sensation overload, my body mindlessly rocking faster on top of him.
Sam sits up, brushing his lips with mine. A gentle caress at first, but I pull his face back to me for something deeper, something more. A stir of pleasure grows inside me as I suck his tongue and continue moving. Sam braces himself on the bed and thrusts up into me so perfectly, causing my orgasm to hit fast and hard.
Soon, I forget where I am or what I was trying to figure out in the first place, and I lose myself in the delirious climax that’s like sparklers shooting off inside all my extremities. Sam’s guttural tone is deep and wet in my ear as he falls back against the bed and attempts to catch his breath.
I slip off him, lying back on his arm and staring up at the ceiling with him. “Did you figure out what you were trying to figure out…for science, I mean?” he asks, his voice ragged.
I nod slowly, my mind spinning with this new information. “I’m afraid I did.”
“And what was your conclusion?” he asks, pulling off the condom and knotting it like a pro before tossing it into a tissue.
I exhale heavily and pull the sheet up over my chest before turning on my side to face him. He mirrors my position.
I pick at the edge of the sheet when I state, “I wanted to see if sex would be any different with you this morning than it was last night.”
“Different how?” he asks, tipping his finger under my chin so I’m forced to look at him.
My brows rise in surrender. “Like…less incredible.”
He frowns at that. “Why would you want it to be less incredible?”
“I don’t…I just, when I compare it to what I’ve had, I think that maybe perhaps I’ve been missing something.”
Sam does that adorable shy smile thing again, the one that makes me want to kiss his face off. Except for this time, it’s a bit more smug than usual. I roll my eyes and shift to the other side of the bed.
“What?” he exclaims, moving in behind me. “I can’t help but be a little arrogant. You’re madly in love with this quarterback, and you basically just told me I’m better at sex than he is.”
“I didn’t say those words!” I exclaim, my body going stiff with annoyance. “Would you just shut up? I don’t think we have to talk about this, all right?”
“Okay, okay,” he says but then moves in to whisper in my ear. “But I think it’d be a good idea if we do some more experiments in the shower…for the good of science.”
I’m A Man Of Few Words—Let’s Fish
Sparky: So is it just me or does this week feel super flipping boring?
I grab my phone and move from the Tire Depot front counter to the display of chrome rims before I reply.
