“Show me how you make yourself come,” he says hungrily. “I want to watch you.”
My heart flips over in my chest. He wants to watch me? Right here? As he leans back against a thick tree trunk, his eyes sparkle. And suddenly, I get it. I’m the show. He’s the audience. He’s taking back his power.
“Can I sit down?” I ask, glancing at the forest floor.
Sam nods.
I lower myself to the ground, lean against the tree opposite him, and open my legs. The moon is a spotlight, illuminating me just for him.
Sam remains standing.
Closing my eyes, I slide my hand down my body.
“Look at me,” Sam snaps. “I want you to look at me.”
My cheeks flame red as I do what he says. I fix my eyes on his and begin to make slow circles around my clit. He studies my face, not taking his gaze from me for a second.
Finally, as I slide my finger inside myself, Sam walks over to me and crouches down. He takes hold of my wrist, jerks my finger out, then raises it to his lips. As he sucks the wetness from it, he closes his eyes and sighs.
I take the opportunity to reach for his belt. When I unfasten it, he snaps his eyes open. I pause. “Do you want me to?”
He hesitates for a second, then nods.
“Tell me.” My fingers move slowly. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”
“Take my pants off.”
“Then what?” As I tug his pants over his hips, he sits back.
“My underwear.”
I remove that too.
“Lie down.” Sam watches as I settle onto my back beside him, then moves on top of me. Kneeling, he brings the tip of his shaft to my clit. I bite my lower lip. I expect him to plunge into me but, instead, he slides his tip up and down my folds. Arching over me, he lowers his mouth to my nipple. And then, as he takes my peak in his mouth, he thrusts. He fills me up. I wrap my legs around him. But then he’s gone again. This time, he turns me over and pulls me up onto all fours. “Is this okay?” he asks, curling his arm around me.
“You’re in charge,” I tell him, inching back, dying for him to be back inside me.
Sam doesn’t need telling twice. He digs his fingers into my hips and slams me onto him, and then he’s like an animal. Like he wants to touch all of me all at once and doesn’t have enough hands. He plays with my nipples, bites my shoulder, runs his hands up and down my back, then reaches for my clit.
Pleasure cascades through me as he moves his hips, finding new angles, and rhythms, and depths. I come hard, but he doesn’t stop. I try to move his fingers, but he won’t give in. He keeps touching me, brings the orgasm back, so it’s both pleasurable and painful at the same time. A delicious torture that explodes in tiny fireworks all over my body.
“Will you swallow it?” he asks, his mouth next to my ear. “If I come in your mouth, will you swallow it for me?”
I’m panting, limp in his arms, trembling all over, but the trepidation in his voice makes me want to start all over again. “Only if you’re a good boy and give it to me nicely.” I smile at him over my shoulder.
Barely hesitating, Sam pulls away from me and stands up.
I kneel in front of him and open my mouth.
“Don’t suck, just hold it there,” he says, hand on my chin.
I blink up at him as he rubs himself over my tongue.
“Fuck, Nova, your eyes.” He stares down into my face. “You’re incredible.” Then his whole body tenses. He grabs the back of my head and thrusts his cock into my mouth. My eyes water. He holds my face, stroking my hair like he’s trying to be rough and gentle at the same time, shooting thick ropes of cum to the back of my throat.
I look at him when I swallow it down, salty and hot.
Sam stares at me as if I’m a goddess. A smile breaks his lips, then he drops to his knees and kisses me, not seeming to care that he can taste himself in my mouth.