Obsession (5 page)

He took a sip of beer, letting his thoughts
drift back to Sammy. She’d turned out to be a nice surprise. A
spitfire in bed, once she got over her initial resistance. As soon
as he’d noticed her at the foot of his porch steps he’d felt a
change in his body. Awareness of her allure, appreciation of her
womanly curves, her scent, all had played a part in making his cock
stand to attention. John had known long before then that he would
eventually have Sammy; he just hadn’t been prepared for the impact
of seeing her for the first time in years.

He wanted her again, and knew she was still
there, somewhere, because he’d seen her leave her daughters’ cabin
with them. He squinted to see into the group dancing around the
fire. The thought of Sammy dancing in the arms of another man made
him jealous as hell, enough to make him get to his feet. He
finished his beer, tossed the bottle in the vicinity of the trash
can, and headed toward his bike.

If he remembered correctly, there was an
unmarked trail through the woods that led to another, more secluded
part of the lake. The perfect spot for a good, long fuck. It didn’t
take John long to find Sammy when he reached the party. She was
sitting on top of a picnic table, her feet resting on the
connecting bench. They made eye contact as he pulled up beside
her.

There were voices all around them. Some part
of John recognized that some of the conversation was meant for him,
only he didn’t care. There was too much activity going on to make
sense of anything. Not when his cock was pounding behind his
zipper, stimulation from the rocky ride there and thoughts of
fucking Sammy again having fueled his need. She was all he could
think of.

Her pretty brown eyes said more than words.
“Get on.”

He didn’t really give her a chance to make
the decision. Reaching for her hand, John gave a little pull until
she was sliding down his backside and settling behind him. She
wrapped her arms around his midsection without being told. He felt
the softness of her warm breath against his neck, and then her lips
were touching him.
Shit!
She didn’t play fair! It was as if
she knew what he was feeling, and teasing him.

Without a word, John revved the engine to his
bike, and with a spray of dust took off in the direction of the
woods. Every bounce of his bike had Sammy moving against him, those
luscious breasts and everything below the waist. When her hands
dropped to his hard-on, he nearly lost it before reaching the
trail. He sped up until they were moving like a bullet down the
narrow path, with only the moon and the stars to guide them.

As soon as they breached the trees, John drew
his bike to a stop. He dismounted, pulling Sammy off with him. His
hands curled around her upper arms and he forced her backward
against the closest tree, following her there with his body. She
gasped but he didn’t give her time to recover. He was about to lose
control and he wanted to be inside her when it happened.

He kissed her roughly, realizing his hunger
was spiraling out of control. As his mouth worked on hers, their
tongues moving against each other with something like desperation,
his hands traveled to her breasts. A growl escaped him when his
palms discovered she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts swelled in
his hands and he felt her nipples peak into hard, little crowns.
John wanted them in his mouth. Drawing her breasts up, he broke
their kiss and put his mouth on the covered globes.

“Oh, God!”

John heard Sammy cry out as she buried her
hands into his hair and held him close. She arched against him,
offering him more than just her breasts. Her legs were parted and
she was riding his cock hard. Their heavy breathing mingled with
the sounds of frogs, crickets, and the occasional screech of a
bird, and the air was thick with the scent of wild jasmine,
intensifying the erotic situation between them.

“Lift your arms.” John lifted her tank top up
and over her head, tossing it to the ground. His mouth returned to
her breasts, loving them equally with his tongue and teeth. God her
flesh was soft, yet firm where it needed to be. When he reached his
fill, he moved on to her shorts, and he didn’t stop until Sammy was
standing naked before him.

John moved instinctively, kissing his way
down her delectable body toward her juicy pussy. He fell to his
knees, keeping his hands against her waist so she couldn’t move. He
breathed in deeply, and then pulled her pussy toward his face.
Sweet mother!
His kiss was purposely light, just above the
mound of curly hair. Then he nuzzled his nose into the hair,
finding it wet and intoxicating with the smell of sex. Ignoring
Sammy’s low cry, he stuck out his tongue, sliding it through her
plump pussy lips to her throbbing clit.

“John!”

He grinned around the swollen nub in his
mouth. Then, holding Sammy firmly in place, he began to tongue her.
He made sure he lavished attention to every button of her desire.
Tonguing and sucking her pussy lips, pulling on her sensitive clit,
and then burying his tongue as far as it could go into heaven,
drinking in the intoxicating essence of her desire. Soon her hips
began to move against his tongue, and he concentrated on her hard
clit until she began to tremble uncontrollably, crying out.

As Sammy’s body continued to convulse against
his tongue, she tried to pull away. Only John was stronger. He
forced her to ride out the wave, torturing her clit relentlessly
until she was gasping and twitching out of control.

“John, please!” She shivered. “I can’t take
any more!”

He buried his tongue inside her one last time
before letting her sink to her knees. While she held onto him
weakly, still panting, his hands went to his belt.

“You came like the Fourth of July
fireworks.”

“Oh, God. I can barely move.” Her tone was
barely above a whisper. “And I’m starved.”

He chuckled while bringing his zipper down.
“Then I’ll do all the work, honey. I can’t wait any longer.” His
cock sprang forth, rock hard and dripping. John managed to get his
jeans off without standing. Next went his T-shirt. In spite of her
comment, Sammy reached out to touch him.

“So big and hard.” She leaned forward and
kissed the mushroom-shaped head, slipping her tongue inside the
slit.

“Oh, hell no!” He almost came then and there.
He pulled away sharply. “I’m going to fuck you like there’s no
tomorrow.” John covered her mouth with his, pulling Sammy’s hips
against him. His cock was immediately blanketed in the wet hair
covering her pussy. She arched her hips at an angle that would
allow him to enter her body. And in a second he was doing just
that, groaning low and deep as the pleasure threatened to consume
him.

“Fuck, Sammy, you’re tight.”

John forced himself to start out slow. He
could slide in and out of her wet body forever, it felt so damn
good. And she was so responsive and accommodating. She leaned back
on her elbows, allowing him to plunge even deeper. He kept his
hands on her hips to help guide her over his cock, but it was her
breasts his eyes were glued to. Even in the darkness he could make
out their fullness and shape as they moved with their actions.

It didn’t take long for John to reach orgasm,
and he came hard, his sound of release blending with the night life
surrounding them. Again he was amazed at the intensity, as her body
milked him dry. But he knew the reason for it. He was finally with
Sammy. The woman he’d wanted since he was a teenager.

The woman he loved.

“Son of a bitch!”

The unexpected sound of John’s harsh curse in
the darkness frightened Sammy. She was relaxed, eyes closed,
listening to the sounds of night around them, and almost
asleep.

“Sorry.”

He must have felt her jerk.

“What’s wrong?” John had fallen back to lie
upon the ground after climaxing, pulling her down on top of him.
She raised her head and caught the glimmer in his eyes.

“We forgot protection.”

Sammy smiled and placed her head back on his
chest. “Oh. Don’t worry about me. You’re the first man I’ve been
with since Pat and I divorced.”

She felt his hand move to the back of her
head, and then his fingers clench into her hair. He pulled her head
up.

“You don’t know what that does to me, knowing
you haven’t been with anyone else.”

His kiss didn’t match the passion in his
words. It was softer than Sammy expected, and sweet enough to make
her heart swell. The emotions it drew from her caught her totally
by surprise. It had been so long since she’d been with a man who
made her feel whole and coveted. At the end of her relationship
with Pat there had been no love, only tolerance. They had become
polite strangers living under the same roof. Sammy hadn’t realized,
until now, how much she missed the intimacy.

What did John’s comment mean? He sounded like
a proud man, pleased with finding out she had waited for him.
Did I wait for him? Unconsciously?
In spite of the life
she’d chosen with Pat, and the years gone by, John had never been
very far from her thoughts.

Is there more than lust between us?
She felt silly for even thinking there might be something deeper
developing. John had made no bones about wanting her from the
beginning. Lust and love were two different emotions. Yet Sammy
couldn’t brush the idea away.
Don’t read too much into it just
because he’s kissing me tenderly and still holding me against him
when he could have moved away after he climaxed.
Isn’t that
what someone who only felt lust would do?

When the long kiss came to an end, the first
thing Sammy thought was how much she would have liked it to
continue. It left her with a pleasant tingle that could easily
develop into much more.

“What about pregnancy, Sammy?”

She thought about what it would be like to
have a baby with John. Then shook the notion from her head and did
a quick calculation. “Not my time of the month to get pregnant.
What about you?”

“Not my time of the month either,” he teased.
Then, as if thinking about the seriousness of the topic, added,
“You have my word that I’m clean, Sammy. My company changed
insurance carriers last month and I underwent a thorough
examination.”

“I’d heard you have a construction company.
Is it a one-man operation or do you have employees?”

John chuckled. “Ever heard of JM
Construction?”

“I have.” She was fascinated. JM Construction
was big in the South, and they had recently won the contract to
build the new courthouse downtown. Sammy was surprised no one in
the family had mentioned it. But then, it was John. “I’m impressed.
When did you decide to put your bad-boy reputation behind you?”

“Are we really going to lie here and discuss
when I became an upstanding citizen when we can be fucking our
brains out?”

Sammy caught her breath as she suddenly found
herself flipped. Now she was on the ground, made warm by John’s
body, and he was on top of her. There was no disguising that his
cock was getting hard and demanding.

“All I can think about is here and now. And
how much I like fucking you, Sammy. I’ve never stopped thinking
about you.”

“Lust—”

“Lust, hate, anger, love … all of the above.
I purposely stayed away because I couldn’t trust myself.” He kissed
her throat and followed the line of her jaw.

“John, I’ve been free for three years.” A
sigh escaped her. As his mouth trailed hot kisses down her cheek
toward her mouth, Sammy turned slightly so he couldn’t reach her
lips. She wanted to know why she hadn’t heard from him once since
her divorce. She wanted to believe what he was saying.

John halted and pulled back. “I didn’t find
out about you and Pat until after I’d married Connie. I’d written
off a life with you long before that. Then I got caught up working
my ass off trying to build my business.”

Oh, God!
Sammy only vaguely
comprehended what John was saying, too attuned to what he was doing
to her. At some point during his explanation he’d taken his cock in
his hands, and he was now rubbing it over her clit.

She gasped, surprised at how fast he got her
to the boiling point. As if with a will of their own, her hips
began to lift and her thighs parted as she silently welcomed him
inside her body. His soft laugh ran over her awakened senses,
further stimulating her. He kissed the corner of her mouth.

“You don’t play fair, John.” He had to know
what he was doing to her. Why didn’t he enter her?

“I’m not playing. The only reason I came to
the reunion was because I was hoping I would see you again. When
will you realize I’m very serious about this? About us?”

Oh, God!
She’d been secretly hoping
for the same thing. His mouth covered hers, preventing her from
answering. Sammy’s hands roamed down John’s back. Lord, he was in
great shape for a man his age. Muscles rippled beneath her palms as
she made her way to his taut buttocks. Clenching her fingers into
them, she arched high, silently begging him to enter her. The head
of his cock was rubbing her clit, giving her both pleasure and
pain, and she was about to come.

“Come on. Let’s go for a swim before we head
back.”

“What?! You’ve got to be kidding. I’m so hot
I feel like I’m about to go up in flames.”

John chuckled huskily. “Then let’s get you
cooled off before we start up the furnace again.”

He got to his feet easily, and then reached
down and hauled Sammy to hers. Her protest was lost on his ears and
he scooped her up and began walking toward the glistening water.
Drifting on a sea of pleasant emotion, Sammy gave his ear a nip,
and then sucked the mild injury away by drawing the lobe into her
mouth.