Heaven and Hell (21 page)

“I’m gonna taste your mouth again,” he
whispered and I shivered.

His hand slid down my neck, down my spine,
light, sweet.

God.

So freaking sweet.

“I’m gonna taste your skin,” Sam kept
whispering and then he did, touching his tongue to sensitive area
under my ear and I shivered again, pressing slightly closer, my
hand continuing its exploration at his back. “There,” he whispered
at the skin below my ear. “Here,” he went on, his hand now
whisper-soft and moving up my side. “Here,” he kept whispering, his
hand moving in over my ribs. “And here,” he continued, his thumb
drifting at the underside of the swell of my breast.

I drew in breath as my belly plummeted and
heat gathered between my legs.

His mouth slid back to mine and, his eyes
holding mine, his lips moving on mine, he whispered, “And also
here.”

Then his thumb moved up, dragging across my
nipple. I gasped and he kissed me, his tongue driving inside my
mouth.

Oh yes.

Yes.

I kissed him back, pressing close, lifting
my leg and hooking it over his hip, my arm going tight around him.
His thumb dragged back, this time deeper, tighter, harder against
my nipple and I whimpered into his mouth.

“Yeah, Kia, baby, give me that,” he growled
into mine then he kissed me again, longer, wetter, taking more.

I pressed my hips into his and gave it.

Then he did what he told me he’d do.
Suddenly, his hands were in my tank, going up and it was gone.
Then, before I could think, his mouth was on me, on my neck, down,
on my chest, down, his body bending, his lips and tongue gliding
down the skin of my side, then up over my ribcage, all the while
his hand moved on my back, down over my bottom, soothing at the
same time heating, light but enticing.

My head was tipped down and I watched and
trembled as he glided his lips along the underside of my breast
then I watched him move up and he tugged my nipple in his mouth
over the black lace of my bra.

My back arched as the beauty of his mouth
drawing my nipple deep soared through me and I moaned.

Then I was on my back, my bra was gone and
Sam was bent to me, his mouth at one nipple, sucking deep, his hand
at the other, fingers cupping, thumb circling and I lost track of
everything but how good that felt, what it was doing to me, what
was building inside of me.

Need.

There was no other way to describe it and
there was nothing else that penetrated my world but that intense,
driving
need.

“Sam –” I gasped, both my hands cupping his
head and my hips bucked.

He surged up and was over me.

“You ready?” he whispered.

“Yeah,” I answered and I was. I didn’t know
exactly what he was referring to but I also didn’t care.

Whatever it was, I wasn’t ready. I was
ready.

Without delay, Sam moved me in bed, righting
us so my head was on the pillows. Then my shorts were gone. Then my
black lace panties. Then my legs were spread and honest to God,
honest to
God,
Sam’s big hands running along the insides of
my thighs pressing my legs apart almost brought me to orgasm.

It was good they didn’t because then his
mouth was on me.

My hips surged up.

Oh man.

Oh
God.

That was
good.

Sam threw my legs over his shoulders and
then cupped my ass in his hands, pulling me to him even as I dug my
heels in and helped.

He worked me with his mouth and it started
good
but it became
awesome
and my hips rocked in his
hands and my hands moved to his head to hold him to me.

Then I felt it and I’d never felt it, not
once, unless it was me giving it to me.

It was going to happen.

Oh God. I couldn’t believe it.
It was
going to happen.

Then it happened.

One of my hands flew to the headboard, my
other one stayed at Sam’s head as I gasped and cried out, heels
digging in as it washed over me, consuming, beautiful.

Oh God.

Perfect.

Heaven.

Nothing,
nothing
ever had come
close.

My eyes drifted open and there was Sam, eyes
on me, one hand in the bed at my side, arm straight, his other hand
between my legs, fingers trailing, light, sweet.

Dazedly I noticed he was still fully
clothed.

Oh God.

Shit!

He’d given me that and I’d done nothing for
him.

His eyes left my face and his chin dipped so
he could look at his hand between my legs.

“Jesus,” he whispered, “can’t fucking
believe it. Your pussy’s as beautiful as you are.”

My freak out stalled and my breath
caught.

“Tastes as good,” he kept whispering.

Oh wow.

His finger slid inside and that felt so
awesome, my eyelids lowered.

“Feels as good,” he murmured.

“Sam,” I breathed.

“I gotta have this, baby,” he said gently,
his finger moving out then in.

I started breathing harder.

“Now,” he added, his eyes coming back to
mine.

I started breathing even harder.

“You ready to take me?” he asked.

I started panting.

I also nodded.

Sam bent low and kissed my belly. Then he
pushed up, knelt between my legs and pulled his shirt over his
head, tossing it aside.

Seeing his chest, his broad shoulders, his
defined stomach, his cut arms, I panted harder.

I also sat up because I knew what the skin
of his back felt like.

I had to experience his chest.

So, legs wide, knees bent, soles of my feet
in the bed, I sat on my ass in front of Sam, moving my hands on his
chest, fingers trailing, exploring, discovering, memorizing.

He felt great.

I leaned in and put my mouth to him, then
the tip of my tongue.

Oh God.

He tasted even better.

He was doing something, what, I didn’t know
until my mouth shifted down then I saw him rolling a condom on.

But I didn’t see the condom, really. I saw
Sam and Sam’s hand at his cock.

He was hard all over, I already knew
that.

What I didn’t know until that moment was
that he was beautiful all over too.

My head tipped back and I whispered, “Is
that for me?”

He grinned down at me.

Then his hand cupped the back of my head,
pulling me up as he bent low and against my mouth he answered, “All
for you, baby.”

He touched his mouth to mine before he
lowered me back but took my hand and guided it to his cock while he
settled again into his other hand in the bed, arm straight, looming
over me.

“Guide me,” he rumbled and I didn’t delay, I
moved him, pulled him, watched his jaw clench, a muscle jump in his
cheek then I got the tip inside and just that felt perfect.

My hand flew away as he surged all the way
in.

No, no. I was wrong.

This
was perfect.

He started moving, slow, deep, his eyes on
mine, his free hand roaming my skin.

I was wrong again.

This
was perfect.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his hand at the base of
my throat, his cock driving deeper, going faster, harder. “Fuck,”
he repeated, his hand moving down my chest, between my breasts. I
lifted my legs at the knees, pressed the insides of my thighs to
his hips and he drove in deeper then faster and harder.
“Beautiful,” he kept muttering, his hand down at my belly then
down. “Every inch.” He planted himself inside and stayed deep,
grinding. “Inside and out,” he finished and his thumb hit me.

Okay, no.

This
was perfect.

Sam kept thrusting and watching and that was
hot. His thumb pressing and rolling was hotter. Both my hands went
to the headboard and I pushed into it, driving myself down as he
drove himself up and that,
that
was
amazing.

“Sam,” I gasped.

“Ride me, baby.”

“Sam!” I cried.

“Fuck yes,” he growled and I came again, my
back arching off the bed, my hands pressing deep into the headboard
grinding myself down on him and this one tore through me, hot,
searing, devastating.

Still coming, I felt Sam’s heat and weight
hit me, one hand plunging into my hair, fisting, he pressed my face
into his neck. The other arm wrapped low on my hips, clamped tight
and took over driving me down on his cock. I wrapped my arms and
legs around him and alternately breathed, whimpered, moaned, gasped
and tasted his skin.

Then his hand in my hair pulled my head
back, his face went into my throat, his cock thrust deep and he
growled his orgasm against my skin.

And call me crazy, hearing it, feeling it,
Sam’s big, warm body heavy and covering me; listening to his orgasm
was almost better than actually having the ones he’d given me.

And the ones he’d given me were freaking
spectacular.

His fist relaxed in my hair but his hand
didn’t leave it. His fingers sifted then twisted gently, tangling
in the strands and staying there as Sam kept his cock rooted,
connected to me and, as I tilted my chin down, his head slid up so
I felt his breath under the skin of my ear.

Finished, I was languishing in the feel of
all that was him, his heat, his power, his weight all held tight in
my circling limbs, the aftermath, the connection of Sam still deep
inside, his breath at my ear.

Then it hit me he wasn’t speaking.

And then it hit me that Sam communicated. It
couldn’t be said I had a lot of experience with guys but my friends
did and they talked about them all the time, talked as in bitched,
and one of the things they bitched about the most was that the men
in their lives never communicated.

Sam did.

All the time.

He was open. He was honest. He shared.

But now he wasn’t saying a word.

Oh God.

Shit!

“Uh…” I forged into the silence then asked
quickly, “Was that okay?”

Sam didn’t answer immediately.

Then he didn’t answer at all but instead
asked, “What?”

I kept my eyes glued to the ceiling and
repeated, “Was that, uh… okay?”

Sam’s head came up and he looked down at
me.

God.
God.

He was beautiful.

Even more beautiful covering me and
connected to me.

“Was that okay?” he repeated my
question.

“Uh… yeah.”

He stared at me.

Then he burst out laughing, throwing his
head back to do it and everything.

In the middle of it, his body suddenly
collapsed on mine, I wheezed when I took his massive weight but I
took it for a nanosecond before he rolled, performing a miracle as
he did because he kept us connected even when he was on his back, I
was on top and somehow I ended up straddling him.

I lifted my head up and looked down at him
to see he was still laughing.

“I wasn’t being funny,” I whispered.

Both his hands came up to either side of my
head and I watched him struggle to control his continuing laughter
as he took in my face.

Then he asked, “Was it okay for you?”

Okay was not the word for it. Okay was not
just not in the ballpark. Okay was not even in the same galaxy.

I did not share this with Sam.

Instead I answered, “Yeah.”

He kept chuckling but he moved his hands
from my head and wrapped his arms around me and repeated my,
“Yeah.”

It was safe to say I didn’t know what to do
with that.

So I sought clarification.

“So is that a yeah, it was okay for you or a
yeah, you heard and comprehended
my
yeah through your
amusement?”

“Both,” he said through a grin.

“Oh,” I whispered, my eyes moving to the
pillowcase. “Okay,” I finished.

“Kia, eyes on me,” Sam ordered gently and my
eyes slid back to him to see he wasn’t smiling anymore and there
was no trace of hilarity. He was focused, intent and serious but
all of that in a tender way that made something important shift
inside of me. “Makin’ you melt for me then makin’ you light up for
me, listening to you get excited, feeling it, tasting it,
eating
it.
” His words made me shiver and it helped that his hand was
gliding up my back, my neck and into my hair then he pulled my head
down so my face was an inch from his and he continued on a whisper,
“Feelin’ you come against my mouth, watchin’ you drive yourself
down on my dick, listening to you moan as your pussy clenched
around my cock when you came, baby, yeah, that was all okay, that
was better than fuckin’ okay. It was fuckin’
beautiful.
”

Such was my relief, I closed my eyes and
dropped my head so my forehead was resting against his.

I opened my eyes and lifted my head when he
asked, “Okay?”

I nodded.

He smiled a small but sweet smile as his arm
around me gave me a squeeze.

Then he ordered, “Kiss me then get off me.
Yeah?”

I nodded again. Then I pressed my lips to
his and would have pulled back but his hand in my hair kept me
there and his arm around my back held me tight as his mouth opened,
his tongue touched my lips, my lips opened then his tongue touched
mine.

Then Sam let me lift my head, I pulled
myself off, sliding Sam out of me (which kind of sucked because he
was still hard and he felt good there) then he rolled me to his
side.

Then he yanked the covers from under me,
pulled them up over me, exited the bed and headed to the
bathroom.

I closed my eyes and drew in breath.

Okay.

Sam thought that was beautiful.

So did I.

I let out my breath, opened my eyes and
smiled.

Sam came back and I watched with no small
amount of fascination as he pulled off his jeans, tugged back the
covers and got in bed beside me.