“Love you,” she answered, her voice a breathy groan as she arched against me.
Her pussy felt like silk as I slid home, and she twined her limbs around me and sighed as I settled my full length inside her. For a moment, as the tip of my cock kissed the end of her slick channel, we just remained still, exchanging long kisses and savoring each other’s nearness and the new closeness we’d found as the last of the walls between us came down.
But the moment was brief, ending when I shifted on top of her, sending shivers down her spine. I thrust again, sucking fiercely on the side of her neck as I savored the clench and glide of her pussy around my cock.
She met me thrust for thrust, tension spiraling until I rose up over her, dropping a fierce kiss on her mouth as I grabbed her wrists and pinned her into place.
“I’m going to fuck you into the mattress.” My words were a growl, punctuated with a rough twist of my hips.
“God, yes,” she breathed, and arched her back, tits thrust out for my exploring tongue as I slammed inside of her, hard enough that the brass bed frame crashed against the wall and pictures rattled, until they threatened to fall to the floor entirely.
When my balls drew up tight against my body, threatening release, I rolled to my back with her straddling my hips. “Ride me,” I demanded, curling my fingers around Sam’s curvy waist.
She barely missed a beat as she planted her hands on my chest and gave back everything I’d given to her, until I knew that I couldn’t hold back any longer. I licked a thumb and swiped it against her throbbing clit, determined to pull her over the edge with me.
“I’m about to come,” she gritted out, her movements growing shorter. Faster.
“Do it.” I ran the broad pad of my thumb against her slick clit once more, and this time, when her pussy clenched and fluttered around me, she yanked me over the edge with her. I pulled her down to my chest, arms locked around her as we gasped and rocked together.
We didn’t say anything for a long moment after that as our breaths gradually evened out. She dashed into the bathroom for a second to clean up, but when she returned, she slid beneath the warm cotton sheets and into my arms. I stroked her hair and ran my fingertips down the smooth skin of her back, enjoying the feel of her body pressed against me after the last lonely week.
“I was thinking,” she said, pressing a kiss to my chest. “This house is big.”
I went still. “Yeah, it is. For one person and a dog, anyway.”
She blazed on, as though she had something she wanted to get out. “And I know it’s kind of fast and we just had a big fight, but I was already about to give you a drawer. And I thought, you know, if you’re here that much, then why not just get another dresser for you, and maybe half the closet, too. Plus I own this place outright, and if you’re going to travel more, what’s the point of two different places, and—”
“Sam,” I interrupted, and for once, I didn’t follow it up with an apology. “You’re rambling again. Are you asking me to move in with you?”
Her face went scarlet, and I leaned down to brush my lips against her cheek. Warm, just like I knew it would be.
“Yeah,” she finally said, a bit more shyly. “I guess I am. If you want to. No pressure.”
I laughed, and it felt pure and joyous, straight from my full heart. “I would love to move in with you, Sam. But only if you’re ready for it. No pressure.”
Sam rose up on my chest, face still pink as she smiled down at me. “Yeah, I’m ready. Remember what you said to me?”
I ran a finger down her arm. One day, I would count all the little freckles that dotted her naked skin. “You’ll have to be a little more specific.”
Her smile widened. “With you, everything is different.”