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Chapter 62: Tommy

The way Sam is riding me is fucking unbelievable. She fits me like a glove, a tight glove, actually, and I can feel the vibrations faintly deep inside of her. It’s amazing.

“Tell me what you’d like from me.”

She looks down at me, one hand on my chest, the other holding the little pink vibrator in place, as she says, “This is good.”

“Just let me know if I should shift, move, or stay still and enjoy the view.”

Biting her lip, she thinks for a moment. “Can you move with me?”

“Fuck yes, I can.” I try to not be too enthusiastic with my thrusts because, my God, she feels amazing. Right now, I’m enjoying every damn moment being inside of her. It’s like she was made for me with how we fit.

“Oh, just like that,” she says, her head tipping back, shifting her hair over her shoulders.

“Anything for you, Samantha.”

Her tits look spectacular bouncing to the rhythm she’s picked. My eyes travel down her belly and just past the vibrator to watch her meet my thrusts with a soft slap. If I keep watching the way she’s taking me again and again, I’m going to come right now.

Sweat beads on my forehead. Both of our bodies are glistening from it, making my grip on her hips tenuous. Each time she raises back up, I help pull her down, adding to the intensity as her mouth opens and she gasps, then whimpers.

“What do you need?” I ask.

“I’m not sure, I’m getting close though.”

“Why don’t you turn up the intensity?” I suggest, looking pointedly at the vibrator.

Her fingers shift while she keeps it in place, and I both hear and feel the vibrations increase in intensity.

“Oh my stars,” she exclaims, a little surprised. “I forgot this wasn’t all the way up.”

I groan at the barrage of sensations hitting me, including her propensity to use phrases only older generations still say. Everything about this woman is so damn attractive.

“You’re the sexiest fucking person I’ve ever met, you know that?” I ask, my voice uneven while she quickens her cadence. In response, I hear a cross between a squeak and a whimper from her closed mouth. Her lips are rolled in between her teeth as she drives herself closer to an orgasm. I desperately want to kiss her right now but she looks so damn close to coming I don’t dare shift my position under her.

“I love you so much,” I say instead, my breathing labored.

Her eyes focus on mine again. “I love you, too.”

The hand on my chest curls a little, digging her fingers into my skin, as her motions become more erratic, her hips taking on a rhythm of their own. I do my best to match each one, giving her everything, our bodies smacking together now. She slams down one more time and cries out, holding herself so I’m buried to the hilt as she comes. Each wave of her orgasm tightens the grip around my dick and I’m seeing stars as I come with her. Her muscles contract again and again, milking every last drop from me until I’m completely spent.

Sam turns off the vibrator, tosses it next to us in the bed, and collapses over me, sighing in contentment. We’re a sweaty tangle of limbs, her hair is already stuck to my chest, and I’m still buried inside of her.

It’s fucking perfect.

“For the record, that wasn’t a fake orgasm,” I say, holding her close.

Sam bursts out laughing and it’s one of the most beautiful sounds I’ll ever hear.

“No, it was absolutely the real deal,” she replies, kissing my chest. “Also, you were right.”

“I definitely was.” I place a kiss in her lilac-scented hair. God, I’m going to buy a ton of this for when she showers here. “About what?”

“You said I’d be riding like a pro in no time.” Her voice says she’s completely joking.

“There was never any doubt in my mind, cowgirl,” I tell her, tipping her chin up so I can kiss her properly. “You’re fucking perfect.”

She rolls her eyes.