It was no wonder people seemed to be so obsessed with sex everywhere he turned. Brody had been seriously missing out all these years.
Finally, he had to put a stop to it or this would be over before it truly began. “Sam,” he managed in a hoarse whisper. “Stop. I can’t…” he said, curling tight wads of the comforter in his fists. “Please.”
When she pulled away, he was both relieved and disappointed, but neither feeling lasted for long. He watched her stand up and unzip her skirt. It shimmied over her hips and fell to the floor. Beneath it she wore a pair of matching black lace panties and thigh-high stockings. She put one foot on the edge of the bed, watching his face as she rolled the stocking down her leg. When she switched to take off the other stocking, he caught a flash of pink flesh peeking out from beneath her flimsy panties.
Sam knew it, too. He got the feeling she was doing it on purpose. She smiled as she threw the other stocking aside. She took a step away, allowing him the full view of her body, then turned around. The luscious round curves of her backside were accented by the high cut of her thong panties and the tiny crystal heart stitched at the top. She glanced seductively over her shoulder at him, hooked her thumbs beneath the lace and drew her panties down over her hips. Brody couldn’t tear his eyes away as the fabric inched lower, sliding down her shapely legs.
Lastly, she reached up behind her head and unclipped her hair clasp. The mess of blond curls rained down over her shoulders and back as she shook her head. Then she turned around and faced him.
She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life. Powerfully seductive, curvaceous, feminine… And she was crawling, naked, over him until she was straddling his waist and looking down at him. His hands went to her hips, stroking the soft skin and steadying their nervous shaking.
Sam leaned down, kissed him and then whispered against his lips. “Protection?” she asked.
“Yes.” He did have that. And it wasn’t a pathetic box that expired ten years ago, either. He’d ordered a new box of condoms online this week when he was feeling optimistic. He rolled onto his side and moved higher up the bed to reach for the nightstand beside it. He pulled one out and rolled onto his back.
Sam took the foil packet from him and opened it. He gritted his teeth as she sheathed him in latex and crawled back up to him. He could feel his arousal pressing against her inner thigh. She reached between them and aligned their bodies just right. Sam moved his hands back to her hips. And then she nodded.
It was time. He pressed her back, feeling her body slowly expand and envelop him. Inch by inch, he sank into the heat of her until he was fully buried. It was excruciating, balancing the fine line of pleasure as he fought to keep control. He’d waited a long time to finally experience this moment. He wasn’t about to let it go by in a flash.
And then Sam started moving her hips. She rocked forward, then back in one long, slow stroke. Brody groaned and pressed his fingertips into the ample flesh of her backside. Sam moved again, this time faster. And again. And again.
She arched her back, giving him a magnificent view of her breasts as she braced herself on his thighs. He moved one hand to slide across her taut stomach and cup a breast. Brody pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and Sam cried out. She moved faster, thrusting him inside her body at a pace that neither of them could withstand for long.
And then it happened. He felt Sam’s inner muscles tighten around him. Her hips continued to move frantically as her cries grew louder. “Brody!” she cried, over and over until Brody could no longer hear her over his own groans of anticipation. As Sam screamed out the last of her orgasm, he let go. The white-hot sensation of pleasure exploded inside, flowing out of him and into Sam in a throbbing, pulsating wave.
“Yes!” was all he could say. Yes, it was really happening. Yes, he was no longer a virgin. Yes, he had the sexiest woman he’d ever seen in his bed. And finally, yes, he would like to do that again very, very soon.
Seven
Sam awoke the next morning to a beam of sunlight stretching across her face. She pried one eye open to find herself facing a gloriously sunny morning. The windows of Brody’s bedroom faced the eastern horizon. She wasn’t quite sure if he liked the view or needed nature’s alarm clock to wake up.
She turned her head and found the bed empty beside her. Apparently he just liked the view. She ran her hand over the mattress. His side of the bed wasn’t even warm. He’d been up for a while. Then her fingers brushed over something unexpected and soft.