Gaze riveted, he took a long moment, just staring at her breasts in obvious admiration. Passion clouded his eyes. God, the way he looked at her made her feel like the sexiest woman alive.
Sam leaned forward and swiped his hot, velvet tongue across her hard nipples, moistening her flesh. Ever so lightly he blew, tightening her pebbled nubs in painful bliss with the hot, cold medley. Her skin warmed from head to toe and came alive at the evocative sensations.
“Oh, Sam,” she whispered, teetering on the edge. “I can’t believe how close I am.” Her pussy muscles undulated with each delicious stroke. Before today she never would have believed that she’d ever climax from nipple stimulation. In truth, few men were skilled enough to master such a feat.
Suddenly, Jen’s words came back to haunt her, reminding her of Sam’s numerous indiscretions and his exceptional talent in the bedroom. Her stomach churned. She swallowed and reminded herself it didn’t matter.
Sam growled and brought his mouth close to hers. “Cat, you are so damn responsive it’s making me throb.”
She threaded her fingers through his hair and guided his head down, back to her mounds, encouraging him to lick and suck and nibble until she died from too much pleasure. It’d be a good way to die, she decided.
There was a note of desperation in her voice. Her eyes pleaded. “More, Sam. Please.”
He smiled in reaction to her plea then dipped his head to answer her urgent demands. Slowly, methodically, giving her breasts undivided attention, he caressed her nipples with his tongue. Her heart nearly failed. She writhed and moaned beneath his ravishing mouth.
Cat couldn’t believe how erotic it was to watch the action in the mirror. Nor could she believe how aroused he’d made her. She began trembling with urgency as the need for him to ease the tension between her thighs completely consumed her. She’d never felt so frantic, so out of control.
He pulled his mouth away and paid homage to her other nipple. Treating it to the same erotic tongue bath, pushing her beyond all her limits, making her wild. Wilder than she’d ever been before.
Panting with utter excitement, she could barely find her breath as he manipulated her breasts. Her stomach knotted; her throat dried. His mouth branded her, searing her quaking flesh with his heat. Every nerve ending in her body vibrated and quaked. She tossed her head from side to side, a fever dampening her forehead.
He deepened the kiss. Sparks shot through her body. Sharp teeth nipped, nibbled, and toyed with her swollen pebbles, his tongue soothing the sting left behind. A lethal combination that proved too intense for her to bear. Pain and pleasure gripped her. Her stomach clenched.
“Sam stop, it’s too much.” She reached for his shoulders to push him off, but he shackled her hands and pinned them above her head.
He made a sexy noise and shifted. His eyes ravished her with dark hunger. “Let go, Cat. Let me take you where you need to go.” The soft coaxing tone of his voice seeped into her skin and assailed her already overstimulated senses. As his mouth closed over her flesh again, her orgasm took her by surprise. Suddenly, she felt that first sweet, all-consuming clench of total and utter fulfillment. She drew a breath, letting Sam take her to a place where nothing mattered but pleasure.
His tongue swirled around her engorged nipple, keeping up its gentle assault, adding fuel to the raging fire inside her.
She whimpered. “That feels incredible,” she whispered.
“And it tastes incredible,” Sam said between each determined swipe.
She took deep, gulping breaths and let herself topple over. Tumultuous emotions charged through her as liquid heat surged from her pussy with more intensity than she’d ever felt before.
Her whole body tensed, then relaxed. “Sam, I’m coming,” she cried out, certain that he already knew, but deciding to tell him just the same.
“Look at yourself in the mirror, babe. Watch yourself come while I watch you,” he whispered.
She watched her body writhe as she gave herself over to her orgasm. The room closed in on her as she focused completely on the stab of pleasure at the apex of her legs. She threw her head back and lifted her hips from the bench as her climax tore through her. Her mind blanked to everything around her except the intense pleasure of Sam’s mouth on her breasts and the pulsing between her thighs.
Still licking her nipples with long, luxurious strokes, Sam held her to him, balancing her until her world turned right side up again. After a comfortable stretch of silence, her labored breathing finally settled into a calmer, steadier rhythm.
His dark eyes met hers as he pulled her to him. She sat up, her breasts crushed against a wall of thick muscle. Damp curls fell over her forehead.
Eyes full of want, Sam shot her a tender look of intimacy that made her heart tighten. She shivered, almost violently. The way he gazed at her drew her in to a cocoon of warmth. She felt so close to him. She touched his face, needing the contact. Her throat clogged. Her insides turned to mush. Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. When her lashes fluttered against his skin, he shuddered.
She opened her mouth, not sure what she was about to say, not sure what she was about to reveal. He smiled and her heart did a somersault. God, she couldn’t fall for him, she just couldn’t. It would complicate everything. “Sam, I…” Her voice broke off.
He chuckled easily and lowered his voice to match hers. “I know.” He brushed the rough pad of his thumb over her engorged nipple. “You never expected to orgasm from this kind of stimulation.” He tucked her hair behind her ear. “You were pretty amazing, Cat. Very responsive to my touch. I really like that.”
Her voice wasn’t quite steady. “It’s because
