Still, his mouth played with one breast and then the other, sending her heart racing and need spinning through her.
Part of her mind wanted desperately to catalogue the sensations. She’d never felt anything this strongly and wanted to know the how and the why.
But most of her brain simply collapsed in on itself and all she could do was feel.
When Sam’s fingers reached beneath her panties, and slipped lower to tease her, she liquified and only his other hand kept her upright.
Sam lifted his head to smile at her. “Time for my experiment. Let’s find out what happens when I do this.”
His finger teased along her entrance, lightly. Back and forth, back and forth.
With each pass, her bones melted a little further.
“Nice. Very nice. How about this?”
His fingertip eased in, barely parting her and Tansy couldn’t hold in the gasp.
“And this?”
His finger dipped in and Tansy’s head fell back. He licked her breast and moved his finger with the same rhythm. Slow. Lazy.
Perfect.
“Deeper?”
Deeper was good. Very good.
“Maybe this?”
A second finger entered her and Tansy hissed out her breath, unable to form coherent thought.
Sam swore and then hauled her upright to slam his mouth on hers.
His tongue matched his finger in rhythm and in pressure, never letting her settle, never letting her fly.
And then he found her clit, and it was only moments before Tansy was soaring.
Sensation filled her, spun her, and sent her chasing every last drop of pleasure as Sam continued to ply her body like a fine instrument.
She was shuddering and gasping for breath, unable to do anything but hang on to Sam.
“Holy shit, Tansy. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. You are freaking glorious.”
His words were low and rumbly, and she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him with everything she had.
When she had enough strength back, she kept her mouth on his but reached for the button on his jeans.
Sam laughed and stepped back, breaking contact and leaving her wobbly. He scooped up her bra and shirt and handed them to her.
Confusion fogged her brain. Her gaze went to his jeans and she was right. He was turned on. Feeling exposed, she held the shirt in front of her. “Sam? What are you doing?”
“Getting dressed, honey.”
“Why?” She knew her voice wavered, but she couldn’t do anything about it. She must have done something wrong. His words and his actions contradicted each other.
She wanted to believe the words, but actions always told the truth.
And Sam stood across the room from her, fully dressed and pulling out his phone.