She giggled and wrapped her legs around him and clasped her hands around his shoulders. Walking to the nearest couch was more erotic than he thought possible. Every step brought the heat of her body sliding a jolt of pleasure through him.
Damn house was too big, it took entirely too much time to press her into a soft couch and cover her body with his. His shirt went in one direction, her dress in another. Blake stared on at the swell of her ample br**sts pushed against a black, lacy bra. “So beautiful.” He played with her breast through the fabric, making her nipple pebble under his touch. He hesitated before revealing her tender flesh and dipped in for his first taste. Samantha arched into him, pushing her breast deeper in his mouth.
“Please, Blake.” Her hips tilted higher, reaching for him.
He wanted to learn her body, find every spot, and worship it. But Samantha was tugging at his pants, finding the zipper and reaching inside. When she wrapped her hand around his hot erection, she stole his breath. He forgot about her breast, about the fact she still wore panties, and thought of nothing more than plunging deep inside her folds.
The soft texture of her hand held him firm. Her lips kissed his neck. “I need you,” she whispered with her deep, sexy voice.
“You’ll have me,” he promised as he forced his body away from hers long enough to kick his pants free, his shoes, and boxers. While he scrambled to disrobe, Samantha wiggled her slim hips and twisted her lace panties off.
Blake found a condom in his wallet and quickly covered himself. When he turned back, Samantha had bent her knee and rested her leg against the back of the couch, her arms reached to pull him back into her embrace.
He wedged himself between the comfort of her legs and found her lips for another kiss. She drove her tongue deeper, not letting him gain a breath. Blake knew she’d be passionate, had fantasized about her in bed since they met, but this was more than he could ever want.
The tip of his need pushed close to her wet core, hungry for her. When Samantha wrapped her leg around his waist, giving him all the room he needed to please them both, he slid home.
The mewling noise she made when he was buried deep inside her tight body pumped his ego high.
“So good,” she said after tearing her lips away. Hot, fast breaths escaped her lungs and her hips started to move.
Better than good. Being in her arms was perfect. Blake’s desire to make Samantha writhe with pleasure, pleasure he would bring her forced him to hold back all thoughts of his own release.
“You’re tight,” he told her.
His gaze caught hers, her lips parted with passion, her heart beat pulsing at her neck. “Advantage to being small.”
But it was more than that. And after, once they were both sated, he’d ask about her past, about the men in her life. Right now, it was all about touching her, pleasing her.
When her breath kicked higher, and her fingers dug into his shoulders and rounded over his ass he knew he’d found the rhythm she needed. “Yes,” she moaned. “Right there.”
Hips rocking, he forced his release back, waiting for the moment Samantha plunged over the cliff. When she did, she called out his name and strained closer, her body pulsating him in a tight cocoon. Blake released the tight hold on his control and followed her into heaven.
****
The weight of Blake’s body pressed her into the sofa, his breathing as ragged as hers. She stretched her leg and ran it down the backside of his. She couldn’t stop smiling. Even when the tremors of pleasure simmered to a twitch, she held him close.
Yeah, like she could have said no to this. And to think, she’d have access to his amazing body and sexual talents for an entire year. The eventual end to their relationship made her pause, but she pushed the images of saying goodbye away and focused on the scent and feel of the man still buried inside her body.
“That was—”
“Incredible,” he finished.
Was it for him? He’d had more lovers than her by far. Hell, she could count hers on one hand and still have three fingers left over. But Blake, he’d have score sheets to compare notes. She wanted to ask but her own insecurities stopped her.
“What’s that look,” he asked, staring down at her face.
“What look?”
“The one of uncertainty, the one you have whenever you tell me you’re too short or some such nonsense.”
Theirs was a relationship based on honesty, but how much could she ask and not sound like a needy, emotional fool. “Was it? Incredible for you?”
“Samantha,” he said on a breath. He lifted a hand to her face and stroked her chin with the back of his finger. His hips were still planted firmly against hers. “Do you notice how well your body fits against mine?”
Her br**sts were flush with his chest, her legs wrapped around his hips. Their lips so close she could taste him still. “Yes.”
“You’re perfect. More passionate than I ever imagined. And although I’m beyond satisfied right now, I don’t think I’m finished with you tonight. This,” he kissed her softly as he spoke, “is the start of a wonderful thing.”
Well, he certainly knew how to make a woman smile, even after her orgasm.
Blake unfolded from her arms long enough to stand. Then he picked her up and started walking from the room.
Samantha glanced at the floor with horror. “Blake, our clothes.”
He chuckled, ignored her words, and carried her up the stairs to his room where he made good on his earlier threat.