Nervous tension creased her brow, but the fingers tugging at his hair spoke of how turned on she was. The very last thing he wanted was for Julie to be shy and reserved. He wanted her to let go of her shyness, to feel free to explore him a little, because he sure as shit planned to explore her.
Sam nudged her face toward his. “Sweetheart?”
“Hmm?” she asked as her pleasure-filled gaze snared his.
“Kiss me,” he urged.
“Good idea.” She leaned into him and barely touched her lips with his.
Unlike the mating of lips before, this kiss was light and fleeting but enough to have Sam’s blood pounding hot. He dipped his head and tasted the V-shaped bit of skin exposed at the front of the hoodie. He licked the warmth he discovered there, enjoying the beat of her pulse pounding out a staccato rhythm beneath his tongue.
Lifting a little, Sam asked, “More?”
He watched her swallow hard, and even that seemed sexy. “It’d be oh so wrong to stop now,” she said, her voice not quite as steady as before.
“Christ, you’re turning me on here.”
She mumbled something unintelligible, but it was her responsiveness that sent a wave of primitive satisfaction through him. He wanted to be the only man with the privilege to hear that particular husky tone of voice from Julie. He brushed his lips across her throat one more time before placing a hand on the back
of the swing next to her, caging her in.
Sam ran a hand down her arm, then let his fingers drift over one cotton-covered breast. Through her bra and the thick material of the hoodie, he couldn’t tell if her nipples were hard little points or not, but if her breathing was any indication, she definitely liked his ministrations. As he cupped one full, round breast, shaping and kneading, he heard her beg his name. Sam stopped and looked her over. With her hair all around her shoulders, eyes half-closed with desire and her lips swollen from his kisses, she looked like an offering.
Sam reached down with one hand and cupped her pussy through the sweats. “You want to come, sweets?”
“So very badly.” She moaned. “I just might implode if I don’t.”
Sam tsked. “We certainly can’t have that.” He kissed her cheek and breathed in her delicate scent. Sam took her hand in his and pressed it against his cock. “Feel what you do to me, Julie,” he gently ordered.
“Oh, God. You’re so big, so hard.” When she wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed, Sam had to bite back a curse.
He left her fingers to play, then journeyed beneath the hem of her sweatshirt. As he nudged the bra upward and encountered the pillowy softness of her tits, Sam knew he’d never touched anything softer in his life. He pinched one turgid peak, relishing the sounds she made with each of his teasing caresses. As Julie pumped his cock through his slacks, all rational thought scattered. She was a powerful mix of inexperience and aroused woman.
As Sam glided his palm down her ribcage to her belly, he felt her tremble.
“More?” he asked, giving her a chance to call a halt. It would kill him to stop now, but he wouldn’t push her.
“Please, you feel so good,” she breathed out. “So right.” She spread her legs wider in obvious invitation.
“Jesus,” he growled as he reached beneath the elastic of her sweatpants and came into contact with the satin material of her panties. He was curious what color they were, but not curious enough to stop and look. He didn’t want to risk breaking the sensual spell around them.
At last Sam touched her damp curls, and the head of his cock swelled. “Lean back a little for me, sweetheart.”
She hesitated, and Sam could feel her stiffening a little. “Wait, what if someone sees?”
“Our clothes are staying put, I promise.” He flicked her clit. “And you do have a privacy fence.”
She glanced around, then bit her lip and slowly surrendered. She leaned back in the swing and gave him better access to her pretty body.
“Mm, yeah, that’s it,” he praised her. When Sam caressed her tiny bud, Julie moaned his name and released his cock. She gripped on to his forearms instead, as if needing the support.
Sam watched her toss her head backward, her fingernails digging into his shirtsleeves. “Don’t stop,” she begged.
“Not a chance,” he murmured as his fingers continued to stroke and play. When he delved his middle finger into her wet opening, letting his thumb slide over her swollen clitoris, her moans turned to cries. “Damn, you’re wet. I want a taste of some of that cream, Julie.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Soon, sweetheart.”
Every whimper and shudder drove him higher and higher. Her pussy tightened around his finger, and he closed his eyes, reveling in the delicious torture.
“So fucking hot and tight,” he said, as he pushed two fingers deep. “God, I want my cock here.” He curled his fingers upward, hitting a particularly sensitive spot, emphasizing his point.