I need him. Now.
Sam gets the zipper down and moves his hand up, slipping it inside my dress, fingers settling right over the top of my ass. I run my hands down his chest, stopping at the waist of his pants. My breasts rise and fall with my rapid breathing, and I desperately try to undo Sam’s belt.
“Patience,” he tells me, deep voice rattling right to my core. “We have all night.” He grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away. “I’m going to take care of you first.” He spins me around, gathering my hair in one hand and puts his lips to my neck. I lean back against him, feeling his cock hardening against me. He kisses and sucks at my neck, sending pulses of pleasure right through me. He lets go of my hair and sweeps his hand down my body, slowing down as his fingers pass over my nipple.
I’ve always known Sam’s no stranger to a woman’s body, and tonight is not going to disappoint. I just hope I’m good enough for him, to make him feel as good as he’s going to make me. I’m far from a virgin, but don’t have the experience Sam does. I don’t enjoy sex when I’m lacking an emotional connection, and it’s hard to connect with anyone when you’re in love with someone else.
But now, that man I love is loving me back, and I know it’s going to be fucking spectacular.
Sam gently nips at my neck and brings his hand down between my thighs. I gasp when his fingers go over my clit, covered only by the thin fabric of my panties. I rest my head against him and part my legs at his urging.
Laughter floats over the lake and I open my eyes, startled to see a boat. Right. The rest of the world still exists. I’d forgotten all about it. Sam either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. His fingers dance over my entrance again, feeling how hot and wet he’s making me—and he’s hardly even touched me.
“Should…should we go inside?” I whisper, afraid if Sam stops touching me I’ll combust before we make it into the house. Without saying anything, he spins me around, kisses me hard and then picks me up. My legs go around his waist, and I cling to him, kissing him as hard as I can as we stumble our way to the house.
Somehow Sam manages to open the gate with me still in his arms, setting me down only when we get to the door leading to the screened-in porch. I make a desperate reach for the latch, missing it twice before I can push the door open. We tangle together again, desperate to peel each other’s clothes off. My dress is hanging off one shoulder now, and Sam takes one step back, looking at me in the pale light.
“Take it off,” he tells me, and my breath hitches in my chest. Normally, I’d be shy to be on display like this in front of anyone, but not Sam, not with the way he’s looking at me like he needs me as much as I need him. I push one strap of my blue dress down my arm and slowly move to the other side, letting the other fall. I hold it up at my chest, waiting a beat before letting the dress fall to the floor in a whoosh.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he tells me, struggling to restrain himself. He runs his eyes over me, letting me know exactly what the sight of my body is doing to him. I’ve had men look at me with desire and hunger before, but never like this. Sam wants me in an obvious way, but his want is more than physical, and this is the first time I’ve ever been intimate with a person in such a way.
Sam closes the distance between us and puts his lips to mine. The heat pulsing through me intensifies, and I’m afraid I’m going to explode. I wrap my arms around Sam, opening my mouth and deepening his kiss.
Both of Sam’s hands go to my ass. He gives it a squeeze and I’m very aware that the only thing keeping us apart is the thin lace of my black panties. He brings me to him, and I fasten my arms around his shoulders.
In a swift movement, he spins me around, pressing my ass against his hard cock. He urges my legs apart and runs his hand down my stomach, slowing when he gets to the top of my panties. My breath leaves me, and Sam puts his lips to my neck. I lean back against him, not sure how much longer I can stand this. He’s hardly touched me and I’m basically melting right here on the floor, wanting him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.