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Always body conscious, she should have been embarrassed, but she wasn’t. Sam liked her curvy body and she was in excellent aerobic shape, working out several days a week. Seeing the look on his face, she didn’t regret a single curve at the moment. He obviously appreciated her rounded hips and larger than average breasts. He made her feel like a sex goddess, a very unusual and erotic feeling for her.
“Come,” she begged him, her arms reaching for him. She needed to feel his body against hers, filling her.
“No. You come first,” he told her wickedly, intentionally misunderstanding her meaning. “I’ve been dying to taste you and I will.”
Crawling up the lounger, he settled between her thighs, spreading her legs wide. She was wearing wispy green panties and a pair of nude thigh-high stockings with scalloped lace at the top.
Suddenly nervous, she stammered, “Sam, I-I’ve not…I don’t…I—”
“You’ve never let a guy go down on you?” he grumbled, his fingers delicately stroking the strip of skin exposed at the top of her thigh.
“No one ever asked,” she moaned, as his tongue replaced his fingers, laving the flesh at the top of her thigh in slow, sensual strokes.
“Good,” he answered with male satisfaction. “And I’m not asking, Sunshine. I’m taking what’s mine. What’s always been mine.”
She was rendered mute as he licked teasingly over the barely-there panties, stroking over her wet folds through the thin fabric. Trembling, she fisted her hands into his hair, not at all certain that she could take much more teasing. “Please, Sam. I need you.”
“You have me, Maddie. You always have,” he answered huskily against her mound.
Her panties broke away with a sharp tug and a tearing sound that made her feel only relief, one step closer to their joining. The first touch of his mouth was agony and ecstasy, the sensation unlike anything she had ever felt before. Suddenly, she was glad Sam was the first to do this, the act so intimate that it would have been a sacrilege with anyone else. But not with Sam, never with him. The only thing she felt with Sam was the need for more. She massaged his scalp with a needy moan as his tongue bathed her from bottom to top, hesitating around her clit, circling it until she wanted to scream.
“Please. Please.” She begged as she panted, her back arching as his fingers joined his mouth, holding her folds open with one hand as he eased the index finger of the other into her tight entrance.
Yes. Yes. Fill me. I feel so empty.
Adding a second finger, he groaned against her pussy, “Jesus, Maddie. You’re so fucking tight and so damn hot.”
It had been years, and she was tight, but the stretching felt so incredibly good. She lifted her hips, begging for more. “Make me come. Please.” Her body was ready to spontaneously combust and she was already misted with perspiration, every cell in her body crying out for release.
She gripped his head, pulling him tighter against her pussy, needing friction, begging for release.
His tongue moved over her clit and he began to devour. He flicked and laved, swallowing her cream with a hungry groan, his fingers fucking her in a wild, abandoned rhythm as he stimulated her clit with his tongue and gentle nips of his mouth.
“Sam. Oh, God. Yes,” she hissed, her body clenching, her release rushing up to hit her full force. The walls of her channel clenched tightly around his fingers, as her whole body pulsated and trembled with the powerful climax.
Her hands clenched and released in his hair, shuddering as the silken strands fell over her fingers.
Incredible.
Every one of her senses felt hypersensitive. Panting, she came down slowly as Sam continued to lap at every drop of her orgasm greedily, extending her pleasure until it was almost unbearable.
As he came to his knees, she could see every vein in his cock engorged, and his face was fierce, so carnal that her channel spasmed with the desire to have him inside her.
Wanting to pleasure him as he had pleasured her, she reached for his massive member, wanting to feel the silky texture of it under her fingers. She sat up, making contact with her fingers, touching the moist, bulbous head with a sigh.
“No. Maddie, don’t.” Sam grabbed her wrist so tightly that it startled her. Peering up at his face, his expression stopped her from lowering her mouth to him. He looked panicked and anxious. The look only lasted a few heartbeats and then it was gone, followed by an expression of remorse.
Loosening his hold on her wrist, he lowered his fiery body to hers. “I’m sorry. Sometimes I just don’t like to be…touched.” His voice was frustrated.
She pulled her wrist from his hand and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Can I touch you like this?” She wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her breasts to his chest. She stroked her fingers over the rippling muscles of his back, down to his waist, and back up again.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Touch me just like that,” he groaned, his voice tortured.
“I need you, Sam.”
“I need you, too, Sunshine. Now.” He reached down and positioned himself at her snug entrance. “You’re so fucking tight. I don’t want to hurt you.” He eased the tip into her, and she heard him grunt, his body already damp with the strain of holding back.
“Just fuck me, Sam. Now. Don’t go easy or gentle. I need you.” She wanted him thrusting, filling her over and over. She didn’t give a damn if it was a tight fit; she just needed his cock inside her now.