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“Oh. Good.”
Her eyes drifted shut as his lips kissed along the cup of her bra.
She trained her fingers over his chest and sides while his mouth drew ever closer to her nipple.
“You’re so soft everywhere,” he muttered.
Despite her resolution to enjoy this, she couldn’t help but want more.
His hand slid under her and she arched her back to make more room for him. “Samuel?”
He didn’t pause his kiss-ploration of her body. “Hm?”
“I want on top.”
His fingers made quick work of the clasp before he sat up, towering over her. “On top, hm?”
Jessica smiled up at him as she grasped the thin material between her breasts and lifted the bra away from her body. “Yes. Me. On top.”
“Deal.”
Samuel grasped her by the hips then rolled them both. She squealed and laughed as the world spun around her until she was splayed over his chest. His hands moved around to grip her by the ass as he lifted his hips. She felt the long ridge of his erection nestled against her and moved with him, enjoying the way his head tipped back and his body shuddered.
Then his hands were on her, sliding and stroking not just erogenous zones, but everywhere. Like he, too, wanted to memorize every part of her for all time.
Her body was alight with lust and need. She moved her hips grinding against him.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered.
“Mm, fucking, yes.”
She slid her fingers down his stomach to the waistband of his sweats and tugged them down his hips.
Samuel made a noise deep in his chest before sitting up, wrapping his arms around her, and standing. She clung to him, chuckling at the serious expression creasing his face.
And then he said the four most beautiful words any man had ever said to her: “I need you naked.”
“Yes, please,” she purred.
He set her on the edge of the bed, in much the same way this had begun, only this time he wasn’t gentle. He grabbed the stretchy yoga pants and yanked, dragging them and her panties down her hips and legs until she was very naked. As he tossed the clothing aside, she sat back, knees pressed together, and smiled at him.
Samuel was just as serious as he’d always been, but this felt honest. Real. Different.
He pressed his hands to her knees as his gaze dropped to her mouth and he leaned forward. She met him halfway in a kiss that made her body relax. He pushed her knees apart and his hands coasted up to the apex of her thighs to stroke her pussy. She moaned into the kiss and tilted her hips, making more room for him, but he merely stroked her.
“Samuel…”
He muttered something in reply and stood. She watched him kick off his shoes then shove his sweats and underwear down in a rush. Her brain screamed for him to slow down, let her savor this, while everything else just wanted him to hurry. Before she was ready, he scooped her up in his arms, turned, and fell back to the bed with her on top.
“Better,” she heard him mutter.
She situated herself with a knee on either side of his hips. “You are the bossiest, not bossy guy I’ve ever met.”
His hands covered her breasts and his gaze remained transfixed on her chest. “Yes.”
She wasn’t certain he was even listening to her, but that was okay. It was time for their bodies to do the talking.
Jessica wrapped her hand around his cock and he hissed. She slid her hand up and down, learning his length and shape.