Sam pushed her back on the bed and they were a tangle of limbs, their bodies pressed together as their kisses became more urgent. And for long minutes they lay together, hands tangled in each other’s hair as they continued to embrace.
Cesca wrapped her bare legs around Sam’s hips. She could feel his hardness straining against her, the friction heating her up. He was moving his hips now, a soft gyration that was making Cesca sigh. Her hands feathered down his back, her fingers stroking his spine. Then they were grabbing his arse, digging in, pulling him against her until she moaned.
Sliding her hands beneath the waistband of his pyjamas, Cesca pressed her palms against his skin. Encouraging him, pushing him, whispering words of desire. Sam’s own hands were pulling down the straps of her vest top, pushing the fabric to her waist. Then their bare chests pressed together, flesh on flesh, and the sensation made them both frantic.
Sam’s thumb hooked around her flannel shorts. He slipped them under the elastic waistband, his knuckles nudging her hips. ‘Is this OK?’ He stopped kissing her long enough for their eyes to meet. His expression was rapt, his mouth swollen from their embrace. Cesca nodded rapidly, lifting up her hips in encouragement.
He knelt back, running his hands down her body. His lips followed them, kissing and teasing, spending long moments on her nipples until they were so hard they were almost painful. Then he moved down, his lips creating a trail of desire down her chest then her stomach, little kisses and licks that drove her crazy. His fingers dipped further, grazing against her core, his thumb rolling and rubbing in circles until she felt as though her whole body was humming. Then his mouth was there, soft brushes of his lips at first, then a deeper, teasing, lick. She started to lift her hips in time, his hands holding onto her behind, supporting her as she bucked.
‘Sam.’ Her voice was a sigh. ‘Oh God, Sam.’
She was getting closer now. Her whole body was pulled tight, like an over-tuned instrument. Taut and highly strung, ready to unravel. Sam played her hard, getting ready for the crescendo, and she felt her thighs tense at the oncoming wave.
‘I want you to make love to me,’ she whispered, not sure if he could hear. She tugged at his hair and Sam lay his head on her thigh, looking up at her.
‘Are you sure?’
She liked the way he kept asking. He was handing her the reins, telling her they’d move at whatever speed she wanted. ‘I’m certain.’
‘I need to get a condom. Don’t move, OK?’
‘I’m not going anywhere.’ She closed her eyes and waited for him, her toes curling at the feeling of desire that kept shooting down her legs. Her thighs ached from wanting him between them. He was back in less than a minute, settling between her legs, and she found herself curling her own around his hips.
There was that moment, that desperate pause, when he pressed his tip against her, waiting for her body to acquiesce. She breathed it in, tasted their desire, waiting desperately for him to slide inside.
‘You’re beautiful.’ Sam kissed her, still waiting to make the final move. He was teasing her, making her crazy with desire, and she loved it.
‘So are you.’ She moved her hips, encouraging him in. Sam smiled against her mouth. He moved a hand down to her side, stilling her, circling his cock around until she was almost begging.
‘Sam . . . ’
He was enjoying this too much. But then so was she. He kissed her again, digging his fingers into her hipbone as he slowly slid inside.
Cesca moaned into his lips as the pleasure hit her deep inside. The warmth was spreading, from her stomach, radiating out to her breasts, her thighs, her toes. Then he was moving, thrusting into her, and she clung onto him, feeling everything start to rise. Her hands were shaking, her head falling back, Sam’s name escaping from her mouth like a litany.
‘Sam, Sam, Sam . . . ’
‘Yes, baby.’ He was breathless, still moving inside her. Every time he withdrew he slid deliciously against her, drawing her pleasure out inch by inch.
‘I can’t . . . I’m going . . . I . . . I . . . ’
Her words disappeared as she tensed beneath him, her hips rising up so her back was arched away from the mattress. It was as though every muscle in her body was clenching, moving to the rhythm of her orgasm, drawing out the intensity as fireworks sparked beneath her eyes. When she opened them Sam was staring at her, an unfathomable look on his face. She stared back at him, wondering if for him this was merely physical. Or was he feeling the emotional connection as much as she was? From the way he was looking at her, she had to believe he did.
Then he was falling, too, letting out a deep moan as he spilled inside her. His head dropped to her shoulder, his teeth digging into her flesh, as her skin tingled beneath his lips. She liked his weight on her, his firmness, the way he had given as much of himself to her as she had to him.
She closed her eyes, feeling tears pricking at them. She didn’t know where the emotion had come from. Swallowing it down, she willed the tears to go away, to dry up before Sam could see them.
There was being vulnerable, and there was cutting your chest open and letting someone else tear your heart out. She could do the first one. The second? It remained to be seen.
She’d fallen asleep almost as soon as he’d cleaned himself up, disposing of the condom and washing himself in her bathroom. He’d climbed back into bed with her, feeling her body soft and pliant against his as she curled into him, her head nestling against his shoulder.
He wasn’t used to spending the night with somebody. It had never really been his thing. He liked his own space, his own bed, having room enough to spread out. But it felt right, having her here.
For now.
Cesca sighed in her sleep, moving closer into him. He put his arm around her shoulder, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his. She was warm and supple against his naked body, and he glanced at the clock, wondering how long he would be able to hold off wanting her again.
Sam hadn’t come into her room with the intention of making love to her. Like last night, having her body curled around his would have been enough. But she was like a drug, one taste and he wanted more. The problem was, drugs were bad for him.