I’m so close, only a few minutes are as long as I can last before I come and my moan of release has Sam groaning and encouraging me to do it again and I can’t help not doing it. He moves faster inside me and both of my hands go up to cling to his hips. The feel of his silky sack against my chin and his hard muscled abdomen against me is such an erotic distraction, for a moment between my orgasm and his pace I forget to breath
. Then he comes and I can feel his cock jerk and I swallow and suck in air through my nose. I find the correct rhythm again and gently continue to work Sam until he pleads for me to stop. I understand, he’s too sensitive now, and I allow him to fall from my mouth and lay back down on his chest.
It’s a long time before he opens his eyes and I had thought he’d fallen asleep. His eyes are a bright blue and he’s intent on me, “Thank you, that was the best I have ever had. I mean it, the only problem is going to be me not being an asshole and begging for it every day.”
“You’re welcome, I loved it too, you taste so good. Everyday is something I’m looking forward to, begging isn’t something you’ll have to do.”
“Really?”
I laugh, he sounds so happy but also cautious, “Yes, couldn’t you tell? It turned me on so much I had to slip my fingers inside me, to help me hit the climax I was almost at from having you in my mouth.”
His eyes darken and he grabs my hand and sucks my fingers into his mouth and sighs and I’m wet all over again. “You shouldn’t have had to do that. I should have taken care of you.”
“Sam, don’t do that, please don’t regret anything. I loved it when you took control and fucked my mouth. I’m going to tell you right now you are so big and feel so good, I’m not going to be able to ever successfully pull off a sixty nine position because I want all my focus on you, every time.”
“If that’s what you want, I have to admit I thought the same thing, the first time I enjoyed you. You taste so good, yes I wanted to come with you but even your hand on my cock would be a distraction I couldn’t take. I love just enjoying the taste and hearing your little moans and sighs.”
Hearing exactly what I want to hear I’m content against him and my fingers trace over the scary looking tattoo on his chest. A skull and daggers that read Rangers Lead the Way. I hate this tattoo, I really do. Closing my eyes, I’m shocked at the feeling of tears welling up.
“Zoe, why are you crying? Look at me.”
I shake my head and try to turn away but Sam won’t let me hide. He rolls until I’m under him trapped and then the tears escape.
“Sweetheart, please talk to me. Are you hurt?” He sounds desperate and scared and it surprises me and I shake my head.
“I hate it, okay, I hate that damn tattoo and that they used you and you were hurt and they just spit you out used and in pain.” I try to hide again but his lips brush against the path of my tears. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t say you’re sorry for your feelings. I want you to know though that I don’t regret it, the years and even the way it ended. Knowing what I know I’d do it again, in the end the good years out weighed the bad of it all. The Rangers gave me a family when I had none. When it ended we were still a family, holing up and healing in Florida, I was with a former Ranger, the job in Chicago, a former Ranger and coming here, it was Taylor wanting me because I was once a Ranger. You came to me and pulled me out of that festering wound as you called it because you needed the knowledge of what the Rangers taught me.
I’m not going to tell you how to feel but hate is a strong negative emotion and you feeling it on my behalf for something I treasure, baby, I sure wish you wouldn’t.” He kisses me soft and gentle and I sigh with relief, he wasn’t freaking out that I was being emotional about him. Which was actually freaking me out a little bit, I can’t remember the last time I cried over someone. Quickly, his kiss becomes hot and I’m right with him.
Sam pulls away and looks down, “Are you okay?” I can only nod and he smiles and my chest tightens at the sight of it and I pull him back down to me. His kiss is ravaging I can only cling to him. My will gone completely, his mouth travels down to my ear, “Get on your hands and knees for me, Zoe.”
It’s a command and even though I feel weak from want I don’t hesitate to do as he says. He moves back on his knees and reaches for a condom. I’m on my knees before I find my breath. “Please, no condom Sam, I want to feel you inside me.”
His hands are on my hips and he chuckles, “If that’s what you want, I’ll give you what you want.”
“Thank you.” I moan as he teases the lips of my pussy with the head of his cock. Pleadingly, I press back and he gives me exactly what I’m pleading for and pushes hard and deep in one thrust and I cry out from the amazing pleasure pain of him deep inside. Falling to my elbows I push back against him begging for more. His thrusts are hard and fast and I’m close to coming so quickly I’m in a daze of disbelief and then it crashes hard into me and I cry out for Sam. He’s moaning as my pussy clutches him in reaction but he keeps moving right through my orgasm and he keeps my trembling right into a second one that ripples through me until my nipples hurt and I rub them into the bed. This time as my pussy milks him with my orgasm he lets go and comes deep inside me and I love the feel of him inside me.
With a groan Sam lays down beside me and pulls me into his arms. I cuddle into his side and I’m asleep in seconds.
Hours later Sam kisses me awake and I moan his name and without thought I’m reaching for his thick cock and guiding him into me. My legs wrapping around him eagerly and Sam takes me fast and with an edge of desperation. I pull him down to kiss him, trying to soothe him. He feels so good, I’m so full of him that it doesn’t take long before I hit my climax and he follows almost immediately. I know he was waiting for me and I kiss him again, grateful for his thoughtfulness.
I settle back against the covers and watch him get out of bed. I know he’s got to go to work.
“Did you get any sleep?”
“Yes, thank you, you are magic. I need a shower and need to get dressed. From now on, we’ll share this room?” It sounds like a question, but it’s not and I nod.
“I’ll move your things in tomorrow.”
He’s gone with a kiss and I rest with my eyes closed. I love hearing the sounds of him moving around the house. Hearing him open the door I open my eyes and see him with his keys.
“Sleep, I’ll see you tomorrow.” His kiss is soft but possessive and I watch as he leaves again.
It’s a long time before I get the energy to get up and take a shower, a part of me wants to fall asleep with the scent of him on me but another part of me can’t sleep because the smell of him has me hot and wet all over again for him. I take a long shower and with a sad sigh wash him off but tomorrow he’ll be home and we’ll do it all over again.
That’s the thought I cling to as I fall asleep.