Page 23 of His Hawaiian Heart (Stateside Doms #26)

Chapter Sixteen

Samuel

I’d watched Samantha as the valet opened her door and helped her from the car at the restaurant.

She didn’t simper or pretend she was doing him some kind of favor by accepting his hand.

She’d just simply thanked him. She’d not reacted when Martin, the ma?tre d’, bowed and assured me that my table was ready and then personally led us to it.

When I gave a subtle shake of my head that sent him away, she’d smiled up at me as I pulled her chair out and then pushed in once she was seated.

As for perusing the menu? She’d skimmed it and then smiled over it.

“Would you like me to order for you?” I offered.

“Nope, just wondering which you think is better. The mahi-mahi or tuna?”

It was refreshing that she wasn’t gushing or pretending she had no mind of her own. “You can’t go wrong with either. They are both delicious.”

She chewed on her bottom lip a moment then released it to grin. “In that case, how about you get one and I’ll order the other and we can share?”

Any thought I’d had of ordering a steak evaporated at the suggestion. I closed my menu and said, “That sounds like a plan.”

When I offered to order a bottle of wine to go with our meal, she’d shaken her head.

“Not unless you want me to fall asleep. More than one glass and I’m pretty much out like a light.”

Since I’d had no intention of letting her sleep anytime soon, I’d ordered us each a glass and then watched her switch to water when her glass was still a quarter full.

I couldn’t remember enjoying an evening more than I was and when her shoe pressed against my ankle and then ran up by leg, I knew that pleasure would only grow more intense.

But it was her choice of enjoying her dessert, at my place, naked, and on her knees that almost turned me into that untried teenager who’d learned he was going to get his first chance to cop a feel.

As I drove up the long drive to the house, I knew she wasn’t thinking of dollar signs. She was thinking of what was yet to unfold. I was going to do everything in my power to make damn sure she experienced every ounce of pleasure she could take.

“This is lovely,” she said as I led her into the house.

I didn’t bother to thank her or offer her the grand tour.

There was only one room I was interested in at the moment.

After leading her to it, I stayed in the doorway as she continued to walk until she stood in the center of the huge expanse of glass that overlooked the valley and the soaring mountain beyond.

“Oh, Sam,” she said so softly I barely heard her.

I walked to her then and moved behind her, wrapping my arms around her.

Neither of us spoke. Simply stood and looked out onto something the imagination could never truly fathom and no words could ever do justice.

She leaned against me, her hands covering mine until finally, she turned in my arms, then stepped back as I dropped my arms.

Her hand went behind her and I heard the zipper of her dress being lowered.

She didn’t tug it over her head or even pull her arms free.

She just pushed the fabric off her shoulders, shrugged slightly and let the dress fall to pool around her feet.

Without an ounce of embarrassment, she reached up to release the front catch of her bra, freeing breasts that were round and full.

Pink nipples, already tightened into peaks, sat in the center of slightly darker areolas.

The bra followed the dress’s path. The panties she wore, if they could be called that, had my saliva drying up as she slipped her hand into the sheer lace waistband and ever so slowly peeled them down.

I was close to losing it by the time she released them and pulled first one foot and then the other free before pushing the pile of clothing to the side with her foot.

After gracing me with a smile that tested my ability to remain still, she sank to her knees in one fluid motion.

I’d been a Dom for as long as I could remember.

I’d known I was kinky even before then. I’d played in clubs all over the world.

I’d joined the one on this island the moment I became of age.

I’d seen countless women kneel at my feet and before many others.

But I’d never seen a woman kneel with such grace or with as much promise as Samantha.

No orders needed to be given or obeyed. As Samantha reached up to unbuckle my belt, I reached down to remove the first pin from her hair.

By the time she had my zipper down and had freed my erection, I’d freed her curls.

I wrapped them around my fist as she bent forward and swiped the tip of her tongue across the head of my cock.

And it wasn’t until I groaned and came down her throat, that I released them to fall in a river of fire around her shoulders.

She’d barely had time to pull away before I’d stooped and pulled her up and into my arms. The look of pure satisfaction on her face changed to one of surprise when I tossed her in the air.

Her squeal was music to my ears, and yet just the first of many I planned on pulling from her. “On your back, arms above your head, legs spread wide,” I said as I began to strip off my clothes. She hurried to obey, but once she had, I shook my head.

“Babygirl, we both know your legs are capable of spreading far wider than that. I want to see every bit of your dripping wet pussy.”

For all her bravado, I could see a flush moving up her chest to color her neck and then her cheeks. The soft pink only served to highlight the freckles sprinkled across her cheeks and nose. I’d come less than two minutes earlier, but by the time I was naked, my cock had risen.

Climbing onto the bed, I bent over her, took her arms, lifted them higher until her fingers found the rails of the headboard. “Keep them there.”

She nodded, her pupils dilated and her breathing a bit erratic.

“Safeword?”

“Red, Sir.”

I nodded. “Traffic lights then. Green for good, yellow to slow down, and red to stop.”

“Yes.”

“I know we need to go over a lot of things, but for now, any hard limits I need to know about before we begin?”

That enigmatic smile curled her lips a moment before she said, “I’m afraid I need a few more data points before I can answer, Sir.”

I straddled her legs, planted my palms on either side of her body and leaned down to press my forehead to hers, speaking barely an inch above her lips.

“Point one. I’m going to kiss you until you fear you might pass out.

Two. I’m going to suck your nipples, followed by nipping with my teeth and pulling and twisting with my fingers.

Three. I’m going to lie between your thighs and do the exact same things to your labia.

Four. I’m going to lick you from asshole to clit until I’ve imprinted your very essence onto my soul.

Five. I’m going to tease your clit until you are begging me to let you come.

Six. I’m going to push my cock into your pussy and you’re going to wrap those gorgeous legs and those fuck-me stilettoes around me.

Seven, I’m going to fuck you until you come all over my cock.

Eight, I’m going to flip you to your stomach, haul you to your knees, push your tits to the mattress.

Nine, I’ll then fuck you doggie-style until you come again.

And ten? When you scream out my name? I’m going to start all over again.

Does that provide enough data for you to make a decision? ”

“You had me at Point One, Sir.”

“So I just wasted time by listing all the others?”

“Not at all, Sir. Each one only made me more grateful that my suitcase burst open, that your grammy took pity on me, that her generosity brought you to me, that we didn’t just walk away with that first bump but took a chance.

And finally, that we are here now in this bed naked together.

So, Sir, as for my decision, yes, please. I’m good with that… all of that.”

My chest was heaving but not from exertion. It was with the knowledge that this woman, this incredible woman was the oxygen I’d needed to feel more fully alive than I had in years. With my eyes locked on hers, I lowered my lips that fraction of an inch and began.