Shaking his head his jaw clenches. “This is all I need. You’re too small, too fragile.”
“No, I’m not fragile, you won’t break me. Give me all of you, you demand it of me and I give it. Don’t deny me all of you, please, I need you.” My eyes are locked on his and his eyes darken until they’re almost black. He’s giving in and he let’s go of his control. His hands tighten and he pounds up into me and I collapse on him. His mouth finds my neck and sucks hard and bites me as if he’s ravenous, until I cry out, “Yes, more, oh god!”
A hand goes into my hair and pulls me roughly back, leaving my neck open to his mouth. His teeth find the hollow of my throat and sucks hard and I climax in deep, violent shudders against him but he’s still hard. Sam rolls me under him and pulls out, his hands aren’t gentle as he forces me on my knees. Even though my knees are shaking from my orgasm I push my ass back toward him. I’ve unleashed him and I love it, love his greedy, rough hands and mouth and I won’t deny him anything.
When the smack comes down stinging my ass, it doesn’t surprise me and I moan and wiggle in invitation for more. Another smack to the other cheek and I’m so wet I’m dripping, I tell him this and beg for his cock inside me. My answer is another smack hard and I can’t hold myself up and go down on my elbows. His hand slides along my inner thigh, finding the truth of my words. A smack rings through the room and he cups me, feeling my pussy clench and quiver with need.
“Everything, baby, you want everything?”
“Everything, Sam, I want it all.” I moan, the words
hard to form in my need and I know they sound slurred. I’m drunk on him, intoxicated from him. I feel him move away from me and I hear the drawer slide open. I think he’s going for a condom but I hazily wonder why, he hasn’t used one the last two times he’s come inside me. Then he parts the cheeks of my ass and he begins to lick to me deeply and I push up against him, opening myself wider to him. I’ve never had anyone there, I whisper in warning as I lay my head on the bed and press back against him.
“I’ll make it good.” His tongue buries itself deep and I breathe slowly, allowing tension to flow from me. I want him any way he wants me and there is no fear of what will come next.
A finger slick with lube, that’s what he had taken from the bedside table I realize now, pushes into me easily. My eyes fall closed at the feeling of him and then he moves the finger out in a slow mimicry of what his hard and thick cock will soon be doing. After a few minutes he adds another finger and I come up off my elbows, it feels good and I push back, silently begging for more. He works the two fingers inside me longer until I finally ask him for his cock.
“I promise you’ll come for me with my cock inside your ass.”
His fingers pull out of me and both his hands are on my hips and his thick cock is beginning to push inside me. My head goes back and I whimper, two fingers are nothing compared to his thick cock and pain ripples through me. With a slow exhale I fight my tensing body, I want him here because it’s where he wants to be, I can do this. Slow and steady he’s pushing into me and I’m shaking with the effort to say up right. When he pushes in until we are skin to skin and there’s no room, I sigh in relief. I feel almost unbearably full and pain, the pain is just low enough to keep me from crying.
Sam is still, allowing my body to get used to him. Once I begin to breathe deeper and am feeling at ease with him inside me, his hands begin to roam over my body. Lightly, he teases my breasts and then his touch isn’t light and he’s rough again, twisting and pulling and I’m moaning his name. Then a hand travels down to my pussy and slips inside, he toying with me. One finger and then another slides inside as if it were him fucking me.
He moves then, slowly sliding out of me and I shudder with the feeling of his movement. Only the head of his cock is inside me and then he pushes back inside almost gently and now instead of just pain and pressure there are fine little ripples of pleasure and I groan his name in surprise. A chuckle sounds from above me.
“I knew it. I knew you would please me in every way.”
His thrusts aren’t slow and he’s moving inside me easily and I’m trembling from the pleasure that is building. So good, he feels so good I can barely focus on his fingers still working inside my pussy. A moan escapes and he reacts, knowing what I need and he picks up speed and I’m crying out with pleasure. His hand grabs my hair and pulls me back and I love it. Teeth dig into my shoulder and I push back against him, demanding more. He responds, harder he’s pounding into me and my climax rushes up and over me, pulling me under like a rip tide. I’m still pushing back against Sam for his thrusts and now my ass is squeezing his cock, begging for his come. Only seconds later he begins to spurt inside me and the feeling of his hot come filling me there has me shuddering all over again.
We both fall onto the bed, still connected. I feel him tense and know he’s going to roll off of me.
“Don’t move, please don’t move. I need you to stay inside me.”
Breath hot against my neck he kisses me there. “Yes, baby, whatever you need.”
Chapter Eighteen
The first thought going through my head is, no, absolutely not. I’m shocked the words aren’t actually coming out of my mouth. But apparently they are clearly written on my face.
Sam sighs and goes down on his knees in front of me. I’m on the couch where we had been watching a movie. It’s been three months since we brought Dean back and he and Quincy Tucker had moved into another house together, after finding out how well they got along together. Sam had given up the name of Keith Sanders who had worked out and only a month ago Keith had moved out on his own. Another recruit Sam had come up with is coming into Austin in a week but for now the house is ours.
“Zoe, it will be a quick trip. I have to go and settle it. This is the second break in already.”
“I want to go with you. I don’t want you going alone.”
“If you come with me I won’t get anything done. I don’t want you taking off work to deal with this. Please, baby, it will be okay. I’ll go up tomorrow morning and be back Tuesday night and it will all be sorted out.”
Even though Sam is now on days he doesn’t have the weekends off, his days off are on Monday and Tuesday. I know Taylor won’t be happy about me taking time off but he wouldn’t make a big deal out of it. Looking at Sam, nothing I can say will stop him from going. He’s made up his mind. I don’t know where the tears come from, they just start falling. He swears and pulls me up and into his arms.
“You know it kills me when you cry, Zoe, please sweetheart, don’t cry. This has to be done, I’ll be fine, I promise.”
I cling to him, scared to let him go. He takes me to bed and all through the night he keeps me awake, and for many hours hanging on the edge of an orgasm before allowing me to slip over the edge. He’s inside me almost the whole night long, he knows I like him to stay inside me, long after he had come.
The next morning I wake up and find him gone. I want to cry all over again, his note on the refrigerator is short and sweet. Be back soon, Sam.
I lean my head against the cool stainless steel of the refrigerator door. The house feels empty without him, I feel empty without him. In the last few months I had done everything I could to be open and it feels as if we had grown closer, not just sexually but as two people working at a relationship. We did the couple things that we enjoyed together, movie nights and dinner out, the Farmer’s Market and dinner with Christine and Taylor. Then we did things apart like him going for runs or hanging out with the guys, while I painted or read and those things felt like they strengthened our time together. We shared more and more about our past, I had talked about Chicago more often, he had opened up about his mother and his time growing up. They had been bittersweet memories that had been made sweet by sharing them. I had no walls with Sam, he didn’t even have to ask, I gave all I had at the lightest question.
On the sex side I don’t think either of could be more satisfied. He let go and was rough when he needed to be but it wasn’t very often, only once or twice a month. A part of me was relieved by that, not because I didn’t like him being rough but because I liked it so much my orgasms were often painful and I would beg him for more than once and he often took me three or four times a night and I woke satisfyingly sore the next day. Sam was always regretful the next day but I made it clear I wasn’t, I loved knowing that I could take what he needed to let loose and satisfy his needs. His remorse wasn’t welcome I would tell him again and again and the last time he had finally stopped apologizing the next day. He was always more gentle in the days afterward and I loved all the ways he made love to me.