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“I’m just trying to make sure you don’t feel neglected. I won’t do anything drastic before you’re done, I promise.”

“I can’t tell if it’s sexier to think of you keeping or breaking that promise.” His voice is a husky whisper in my ear and his warm breath sends shivers down my body.

I pull on his belt and loosen it, bringing my other hand to work the button on his jeans. I feel his hard length through the fabric and am not surprised that he feels longer than average so far but not too thick where I’m worried he’d hurt me from his size alone. The button releases with a pop and then I slowly undo his fly. As the zipper opens, he makes a deep sound in the back of his throat.

“I think you’re definitely trying to kill me now,” he says, his underwear allowing his penis more space. “Remember, you can touch me however you’d like, just know I’ll finish pretty damn fast.”

“I’ll be careful.” I let myself explore the feeling of him over the fabric slowly from where his shaft is accessible with his pants still on. I trace a vein running up until I feel the slightly damp fabric over his tip. Knowing that he’s leaking from our activities so far enhances the sensations I’m experiencing. Since he's the one in charge and I’ve only minimally touched him, this is his reaction from pleasuring me.

His fingers slip inside of me again, dragging more of my desire up to my clit and I shudder at the sensation.

“Are you close, cowgirl?”

I let a breathy “yes” escape me because everything is building quickly, the desire gathering deep inside of me as he works me.

“Good, chase that for me.”

And I do.

My fingers freeze around his penis as my back arches, pressing my chest into his, my nipples relishing the feel of his skin. I close my eyes and my breath hitches in a shallow inhale that fills me with the scent of cedar and garlic. It feels like Tommy is everywhere and I’m wrapped up in nothing but his attention and his need to bring me pleasure not just a second time, but a third. It’s that final thought that brings me over the edge and I shatter against him, my hands somehow on his back, clutching him with my nails digging into his skin.

I hear Tommy curse and tell me I’m amazing while he drags out every last ounce of this orgasm until I’m twitching. He slows his fingers and dips them back into my core.

“Fuck, Samantha, what I wouldn’t give to taste you right now.”

My brain is a little hazy and I hum in response. And then my eyes fly open and I say, “You want to what?”

“I want to taste you so fucking badly.” He slants his mouth over mine and lets most of his weight press me into his mattress. I don’t think I’ve heard him cuss this much at one time before and it seems like he’s barely holding on.

When his tongue slows and I relax my hands, allowing him to lift up a little, he looks down at me, his desire written all over his face.

“I’ve never had anyone—”

His groan cuts me off and he rocks against me, making me throb for him once more. How can I be ready for another round so freaking soon?

“I won’t ever do anything you’re not comfortable with, Samantha Davies.” His lips return to mine gently and I’m the one whose desperation ramps everything up. My tongue darts out and he opens immediately for me as my legs wrap around his waist, keeping him pinned against me. I let my hands explore his back and shoulders, noting how he flexes each time he shifts above me. His mouth leaves mine so he can nip my earlobe, driving me up the wall.

“Okay.” The word leaves me before I can overanalyze the million ways this could somehow ruin things between us.

Tommy’s eyes snap to mine. “You’re sure?”

This time I just nod and the sound he makes rumbles in his chest and I feel it all the way to my toes.

Chapter 40: Tommy

I’m the luckiest son of a bitch on this damn planet.

And I know how ready Sam is, my boxer briefs are soaked through from us grinding for only a minute. Grabbing her calves, I tug so she releases her ankles and toss her thighs over my shoulders as I scoot down the bed.

I let out a shuddering breath as I see her splayed out before me, glistening in the dim light. She squirms and before she can feel self-conscious, I give her a grin and hold her gaze as I lower myself and take one long lick. She gasps.

“Fuck, Samantha.” I can’t say anything else because nothing has ever been so damn addicting as the way she tastes: a little sweetness mixed into a heavenly musky flavor. My tongue explores her, circling her clit, taking leisurely licks all the way up her seam, and dipping into her soaking core.

“Is this okay?” I ask, remembering that this is the first time anyone has gone down on her. God, she dated morons.

She squeaks out an “uh-huh” as she tries to find a place to put her hands. I reach up and catch her wrist and guide her hand to my hair.

“Think of this as your reins, cowgirl.”