Together, we shoved the panties down her thighs and sent the bra sailing into some forgotten corner, and I practically groaned with pleasure when I finally positioned her legs over my shoulders and dragged my tongue through her gleaming slit. She tasted fucking amazing, clean and fresh, and the soft gasps she made rocketed straight to my dick as I licked the center of her desire.
I kept a slow pace as I ate at her pussy—I was in no hurry to do anything else, but I couldn’t resist unzipping my jeans to take out my cock, to idly pump at the aching flesh that grew harder every time Sam moaned with need. Her thighs fell helplessly open as I feasted. I flicked my gaze up and saw her looking down at me, her hands busily rolling and pinching her nipples as her chest rose and fell with every harsh breath.
Jesus, she was so fucking beautiful like this.
I slid a finger inside Sam’s drenched center, relishing her soft, sensual whimpers as I gently curled it against her slick inner walls. Then another finger, thrusting with slow, measured strokes as my tongue attacked the pulsing bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.
“It’s so good, Ian,” she breathed as she pinched her own nipples a little harder. “So good.”
I pressed a hot kiss to her clit and looked up at her for just a second, but my fingers never stopped their slow glide in and out of her slick pussy. There were no lights on in the bedroom, nothing but the moonlight and the dim glow of the streetlights streaming through the curtained windows, and her pale, moon-kissed skin practically glowed. I lowered my lips to her clit again, sucking urgently as I committed the image to memory.
“Oh, God, Ian,” Sam gasped, her body arching as I caught her clit between my teeth and fluttered my tongue against it. She gripped the comforter in her hands, twisting against the relentless stimulation that I lavished on her writhing body. “I’m coming.”
I hummed my approval and thrust my fingers hard and deep into her wet and wanting body, my fist working smoothly at my own cock as I ruthlessly claimed every scrap of her pleasure, everything she would give me. Sam moaned, long and low as her pussy contracted hard around my fingers, as my tongue frantically swiped against her clit.
Mine.
It was an odd thought for me, savage and unbidden, but it was true enough—I wanted to lay claim to this woman. Had since the moment I saw her.
She drew in a ragged breath as she finally relaxed against the pillows. I carefully withdrew my fingers from her still-rippling body, my eyes never leaving hers as I straightened to my knees and wrapped my slick fingers around my thick, aching cock. For a moment, we were both silent, no noises but our harsh indrawn breaths as I pumped my dick in a tight fist.
“Take your clothes off,” she finally said. “I want to see all of you.”
It took me about six-point-four seconds to oblige her, the denim practically scraping my legs as I yanked it down as fast as I could, until I stood completely naked in front of her. She moved to her knees and smoothed a warm hand over my tattooed chest.
“I love all of these,” she said, her fingers landing on a circle of Greek text. “You’ll have to tell me all about them.”
“Absolutely,” I answered, my voice tight. Every touch rocketed straight down to my dick, and I thought I might die if I didn’t get inside her soon. “But maybe later, okay?”
Sam laughed and scooted back on the bed, thighs falling open to show me the gleaming mess we’d made just minutes before.
“Later,” she agreed, reaching out and brushing her fingers against my straining cock. “Much later.”
I fell on her like a starving man, lips at her throat as she wound her legs around my waist. My dick slid in between the warm, wet folds of her pussy, a slick glide against her clit that wrenched a blissful gasp from her gorgeous mouth.
“Inside,” she ground out as she wriggled against me. “I want you inside me.”
I pressed my lips to her neck one more time, then rolled away, returning just a second later with the condoms I had stashed—in a moment of wild and foolish hope—in my pants pocket before I came to her house.
My fingers practically shook as I tore a square from the strip and ripped the packet open, the latex dark and slick in the dim light as I rolled it down my straining cock.
“Turn over,” I ordered harshly. “Hands and knees.”
With a low laugh, she rolled, her spine flexing as she presented herself to me in the position I asked for, knees parted on the mattress just enough to show me the inviting space between her legs. Moving up behind her, I positioned the tip of my cock at her entrance, but didn’t push all the way in—not yet, anyway. I slid a hand around her hips, until my finger just teased the swollen bud of her clit.
“You’re so fucking sexy like this,” I whispered hoarsely as I flicked the pulsating little kernel of flesh. “Do you know how many times I imagined you like this? Naked underneath me?”
She wiggled her hips, and I thrust forward. Just enough for the tip of my cock to slide into her wet heat. She started to pant as the broad head of my dick stretched her open. “How many times?”
Slowly, gently, I strummed at her clit as I bent over, flexing my hips so that my cock slid even deeper as I bit her earlobe. She cried out and her legs shook.
“Every single day,” I answered, pulling back and thrusting in again. “All the time. You fucking wreck me, Samantha. You’re wrecking me now.” I rubbed my stubbled cheek against hers before kissing the side of her face. “I think it’s only fair that I wreck you, too.”
I slammed all the way into her tight pussy, fingers still sliding across her clit as I filled her with the full length of me. She shrieked with surprise, then bounced her ass back at me, hungry for more. Hungry for me.
“More,” she demanded furiously.
I straightened, grabbing at her hips to forcibly pull her against me. I slammed in again—over and over, until the brass bed creaked and banged the wall with the strength of my thrusts. Sam was relentless, but so was I, and it felt like—