Sam's Promise (Blackwater)

Sam kissed his way over her chin and neck. When his lips encountered her jumpy pulse, he gave in to temptation and suckled.

“Oh, God,” Julie moaned as her fingers tightened and pulled at his hair.

Sam lifted an inch and whispered, “I need more of you.”

“Anything,” she promised. “Just please don’t stop.”

“No way in hell is that happening.” He scooped her up and laid her out on the cushions beside him, then stood. When her eyes opened, her gaze wandered down his body in a heated journey that left Sam singed. Her curious eyes stopped on his cock, and he watched her lick her lips.

“Yes, taste it,” he softly ordered. He wrapped his fist around the length and stepped to the couch until he was directly in front of her face. “Lick it, Julie.”

Her sweet excitement thrilled Sam. It was all he could do to keep from grabbing her silky head and thrusting her onto his throbbing, aching cock. Knowing how little experience she had stirred his blood and squeezed his heart at the same time.

Her tongue darted out and licked every hard inch. “Jesus,” Sam groaned. She teased the sensitive, bulbous head. When her hands came up to his balls, fondling and kneading, Sam’s blood pounded hot and fast through his body. He took hold of her face and guided his cock into her mouth. “Fuck yeah. That’s good. So damn good.”

Julie started to suck him deeper, and Sam had to flex his legs to keep from falling to his knees. Her mouth was a hot, wet suction taking him to paradise. Julie moaned and began drawing him in and out. She went up and down on his pulsing erection, making love to him with her mouth. Sam reached down and pinched one nipple before wrapping his hand around the creamy weight of her tit and squeezing. When his thumb grazed her erect nipple, Julie nearly shot off the couch.

She pulled her mouth off him and moaned his name before running her tongue back and forth over the slit in the tip. A bead of precome appeared, and she lapped it up. Sam’s gaze narrowed, and his jaw clenched tight as he pushed between her lips the tiniest bit. “Clamp down on me with your lips, sweets,” he demanded.

When she tightened around him, he just about came. Sam pulled out instantly. “Mmm, that feels a little too good.”

“I was enjoying myself,” she said with a pout.

Julie’s dark, shiny hair was spread out all around her and curling around one nipple, and her lips were swollen. Unable to resist, Sam leaned down and kissed her. Tasting himself on her mouth sent a shot of possessiveness through him.

“I gathered,” he murmured. “But it’s your turn now.”

Julie’s slow smile was all the encouragement he needed. Sam crouched low in front of her, slipped one arm behind her knees and the other beneath her neck, then lifted her into his arms, cradling her against his chest. Damn, she felt right there. She felt good. “Bedroom,?

? he explained. “I’m going to need plenty of room for what I have in mind for you tonight.”

Julie smiled and curled against him. “As it turns out, I have a king-size mattress.”

“Handy,” he said, unaccountably charmed by her. Seeing her in his arms and knowing she was giving him a part of herself that few had ever seen warmed Sam clear to his core. By the time their night was through, she wouldn’t just be giving him a piece of her, but she’d be taking a piece of his heart. A mighty big piece.

Entering the bedroom, Sam went straight to her king-size bed and laid her gently down on top of it. Street light filtered in through the window, and he glanced over to make sure the curtains were pulled. Unfortunately they were. “Wow, those are…bright.”

“They’re horrendous and a little psychotic, but my grandmom made them.”

He grinned. “I have a throw blanket on my couch that Mom crocheted. It’s the ugliest damn thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“The sacrifices we make for love,” she murmured, smiling up at him.

“Yeah,” he replied as realization dawned. He was falling for Julie. Like knock-it-out-of-the-park in love. He should be a little freaked, but it felt too natural, too real. When he looked at her, sprawled out on the bed, her skin the gentlest shade of ivory, he pushed heartfelt-confession time to somewhere in the near future in favor of feasting on the beauty instead.

Her rounded hips tapered to a slim waist, then flared out again to full, womanly breasts. She had a voluptuous, hourglass figure that a man could sink right into and get lost in pleasurable bliss. Her nipples were dark, hard points, and he couldn’t deny himself a good long suck.

Sam dipped his head and licked at the sweet treat, savoring the warmth of her satiny flesh. This moment would be etched in his brain forever. As he continued suckling and teasing, he flicked his tongue back and forth, creating a maelstrom of need with each stroke. His cock throbbed, and as Julie arched upward, thrusting her flesh into his voracious mouth even farther, he caved and gently bit down.

“Sam,” Julie moaned.

He had to wrap an arm around her to keep her still as he kissed the little sting away. She whimpered, and Sam did it all over again to her other breast, taking his time, savoring the delicious flavor of his precious rose.

When he lifted away, releasing Julie’s slim body, her eyes were closed and her mouth was open on a sigh. His cock swelled another inch when he saw her nipples glistening wet from his ministrations.

“Julie, open your eyes for me, sweetheart.” Slowly, her lashes fluttered open, and he witnessed the heat in her green eyes. “You’re hot and ready for me?” She nodded as if unable to speak. Sam stayed beside the bed and softly urged, “Then open your thighs. Nice and wide. Invite me in.”

At first, Sam was afraid she was too modest to expose her pretty pussy for him so openly. She surprised him when she hesitated for only a few seconds before moving her legs apart, spreading herself for his view.