Sam's Promise (Blackwater)

“Better?”

“Oh yeah,” he growled. Sam saw the softness of her pussy lips and clit. She was wet, a testament to how aroused she was, to how badly she wanted him. Son of a bitch, he’d never wanted a woman the way he wanted Julie. She made him feel things with her trusting smile and loving nature.

Sam got onto the bed, between her smooth, shapely thighs, and looked his fill. She had a neatly trimmed bikini line. Her clitoris was swollen and totally exposed to his view. He licked his lips. “I need a taste of that. A good long taste, Julie.” He lowered his head and licked her from her clit to her dewy lips before dipping in between. Her legs started to close, as if she were embarrassed, but Sam was faster, stronger. He clutched her thighs and held her firm. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, it’s just…”

“What is it, sweets?” Sam urged.

She slapped a hand over her eyes. “I get a little antsy sometimes. Nervous.”

Sam tasted her tangy flavor on his tongue and knew he’d never sampled anything sweeter. “Does it help to know I don’t bite?” he teased. “I might nibble a little, but no biting, I swear.”

He inhaled her womanly scent, sucked her clit in between his teeth and nibbled. Julie’s hand came away from her eyes and instead wrapped around his head. She clutched on to him as if she were on a runaway train.

He lifted an inch and whispered, “Easy, sweetheart.”

When his tongue thrust between her folds, her head flung back, and she began to press against his face. Sam tongue-fucked her, licking and savoring. He sucked the little bud into his greedy mouth, and his balls drew up tight. God, he needed to fill her with his cock. He wanted to feel her inner muscles stretching and clasping his dick. She’d squeeze him like a vise, and he could die a happy man.

His tongue moved in and out of her, and his hands gripped on to her bottom, bringing her closer, delving deeper. A few more licks to her clit and she burst wide, screaming and straining against the unyielding hold his hands had on her. Sam stayed in place and watched as she collapsed, all but boneless, a languorous expression on her face.

He waited her out, keeping his tongue and lips against her wet mound while she gained control. When he lifted to his knees and dipped a finger into her slippery heat, her eyes flew open. “Just making sure you’re still among the living,” he softly explained before sliding it back out and bringing it to her lips. He rubbed her juices against them, then leaned down and kissed it off. Julie whimpered and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of her. Just as her breasts came into contact with his chest, he caught himself and stopped. Rising up, Sam asked, “Condoms?”

“Top drawer.”

He reached over and pulled it open, then found a box sitting on top of what appeared to be journal. He plucked it out and held it up. “You journal?” he asked as he quirked a brow at her.

“Yes, and it’s private.” She yanked it out of his hands and tossed it back into the drawer. “Mitts off my journal, buddy.”

He chuckled. “Got it.” Leaning back on his heels, Sam checked the date on the box to make sure they hadn’t expired. Satisfied, he opened it and took out a condom. As he ripped it open and rolled it on, his gaze came back to hers and held. Sam saw a touch of that nervousness again, and he didn’t like it. “I thought we already established that I don’t bite.”

She bit her lip and looked away. “It’s been a few months.”

Sam took hold of her chin and brought her back around to face him. “How many is a few?”

She frowned. “You’re obsessed with details, do you know that?”

“Julie,” he warned.

She rolled her eyes. “Fine. Right around thirteen, give or take.”

Sam cupped her cheek and whispered, “That’s a bit more than a few, but I’d never do anything to hurt you, sweetheart.”

Julie took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slowly, before she whispered, “Of course, I know that, silly. But you’re not exactly Tiny Tim.”

He burst out laughing at her description. “Tiny Tim? Really?”

She giggled. “Well, it was the first thing that popped into my head.”

Sam moved over on top of her and planted his hands on either side of her head. “I’m not tiny, that’s true, but I am very focused when I set out to do something. And right now, my goal is to bring you pleasure. A thousand times more than you’ve ever had before.” He smoothed a lock of hair off her forehead and kissed her before saying, “So, hush and let me focus, woman.”

She smacked him on the shoulder. “You aren’t supposed to tell a woman to hush when making love. It’s rude.”

Sam didn’t respond but merely hooked her legs over his arms and glided his cock slowly into her. The skin over her cheeks tautened, and her breathing increased. He’d only gone an inch, but it was enough to have her clenching up on him. Sam watched closely as Julie chewed at her lower lip and closed her eyes tight.

“Relax, sweets,” he urged as he slowly began rocking his hips back

and forth.