Staring up at him with her big gray eyes that had darkened to steel, Josie licked her lips. Her hard nipples fought against the sheer red of her bra. Unable to stop himself, he reached inside one cup and freed one a full breast. The porcelain of her skin contrasted starkly with the scarlet lace. Without prompting, she rolled one pink nipple between her thumb and finger while her free hand squeezed her still-covered tit. Fuck, she looked delicious.
His hands itched to reach inside his pants and stroke himself until he came all over her milky skin. His cock bobbed with excitement at the idea. Instead, he reached out and captured her chin, his thumb raking across her bottom lip and dipping inside. Never losing eye contact, she sucked and curled her tongue around the thick digit.
“You want my cock in that sweet mouth of yours, Josie?”
She nodded and increased the power of her suction.
“Good. But I need to taste you first, every inch of you.”
He reached down and picked her up and strode over to the table, where he laid her down. With hands shaking from the intensity of his wanting, he made quick work of the button on her pants, peeling them off her, revealing her long legs. He lifted her left leg into the air, putting her ankle at his mouth's level. A perfect place to begin. His lips traveled the miles from her ankle to the apex of her thighs, reveling in the smooth skin and strong muscle that twitched under his attentions. When his tongue slid along her wet nether lips, she arched her back and called out his name.
Tension tightened her body underneath him and he circled her opening with his thumb before plunging it in and out in slow repetition. He sucked on her clit in an unrelenting rhythm and relished her mews of pleasure that grew in their voracity when he added his tongue back into play. She grabbed his head, pushing him deeper. He complied and her body went rigid underneath him with orgasm.
Sam raised his head and took in the wanton sight of her, tousled and clad only in her bra as her chest heaved. Something unlocked in him as he stared down at the princess and the dragon tattoo on her arm. So hard and so soft at the same time. Ferocious. Brave. Smart. Beautiful. Everything he ever needed.
“I think you've ruined me for the night.” She smirked and sat up. “If not longer.”
But the intensity of the kiss she delivered belied her words. Their hands and mouths were everywhere at once, stroking heated flesh and pushing the desire to higher peaks. Somehow in the process, her bra disappeared and his pajama pants melted away. Naked and hungry, they stared at each other, the challenge and need in her eyes unmistakable.
“Condom?” She arched an eyebrow. “No worries, I'm on the Pill.”
“Josie ...” Again, words failed him when confronted with the force of nature that was Josie Winarsky.
She glanced down for a second before raising her eyes and staring into his soul. “Let's not talk, Sam. Not now.”
Her fingers curled around his stiff cock and she stroked, her thumb sweeping over the head and spreading the moisture on the tip and he forgot he could even speak. His body did the talking for him and he grasped her legs again, bringing her ankles to his shoulders. He clutched her hips in his hands and in one bold push, buried himself to the hilt in her wet pussy. Her honeyed walls squeezed him and withdrawing, even a few inches, bordered on torture. Josie dug her heels into his shoulders and used it to leverage herself as she undulated against him. Pleasure began to build at the base of his spine.
Josie widened her legs and slid them down his side until she wrapped them around his waist. Seizing the opportunity to bring her closer, Sam reached down and brought her up from the table. Face-to-face, she gripped his shoulders, her nails digging crescents into his skin. Her ass jiggled in his hands as she rode him hard.
He lowered himself to a chair and spun her around so she faced away from him. He watched the play of her muscles and the deep green of the vine tattoos across her back as she took him deep, wrapping him inside her warmth. Needing to touch more of her, he reached around her and slid his finger into her slick folds, then circled her clit. She collapsed back, resting her head on his chest, and little whimpers that sounded halfway between heaven and hell escaped her lips.
Sam matched the increasing speed of her hips with his fingers on her clit. As her body turned rigid, he grasped her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it taut. She screamed her climax around them, her pussy clenching his cock, putting him in exquisite agony.
Once her breathing settled a bit, he pushed her forward off his cock, nearly desperate to come now. He led her back to the table, where he bent her forward until her plentiful tits rested against its wood top. He settled between her spread legs, parted her ass cheeks with his hands and pushed forward into her welcoming pussy.
He wanted to take it slow, but she felt so fucking good. Holding onto her waist, he brought her back onto his cock with forceful strokes, sliding into her as if he could find the secrets to the universe in her depths. The heady scent of sex filled the air around them and the sound of skin slapping against skin and heavy breathing echoed throughout the kitchen.
The tingle in his spine spiraled out to his limbs and his balls tightened. His release immobilized him and his entire body went stiff.
It took a minute for his vision to return. The sight that greeted him was Josie looking coyly over her tattooed shoulder, her curly platinum hair tossed helter-skelter around her head. Withdrawing from her was almost beyond him, but her position couldn't be comfortable.
As soon as he left her, everything felt…off.
Josie scooped up her clothes. “I'll be right back.”
She disappeared down the hall and Sam yanked on his pajama pants. The first rays of dawn turned the indigo sky a thousand shades of pink and orange. A new day. A second chance.
The shuffling behind him announced Josie's return.
“So how do you like your eggs?”
A deep voice chuckled. “Scrambled, lots of salt. How 'bout you, Linc, you want some eggs?”
The man's voice sent Sam into attack mode, but oblivion came crashing down before he could form a fist.
Chapter Fifteen
Josie splashed ice cold water on her face in a vain attempt to harden the mush her brain had become. Her heart she could understand, but her mind wasn't supposed to fall prey to Sam's deft fingers or that flicker of something more than lust that had flashed in his tawny eyes. Of all people, she should know better than to believe, but she did.