“Jesus Christ.”
“Please come in.”
He stepped inside, taking off his Stetson as most of the blood in his body rushed to his dick. “You could have warned me.”
“What do you mean? I thought we decided. We is fucking tonight.”
“Oh, we did. I just didn’t expect you to already be all butt-booty naked.”
“I’m wearing a towel. Gotta leave a little mystery. I took, like, a four-minute shower. I feel like I brought a little bit of Claim Jumpers with me. I wanted to be fresh fresh for when I smothered your face with my thighs,” she said.
“So you’re planning on sitting on my face?” Sam didn’t miss the way she was backing toward the bed. He hung his Stetson on the hook on the door, then shrugged out of his jacket.
“I mean I’ve been thinking about it. Among other things.” The smile had slowly disappeared from her face. Her gaze followed his every move as he toed out of his cowboy boots, then went about unbuttoning his shirt. Sam knew that look, pure unadulterated lust, but he’d never seen it on the face of a woman he wanted so badly. When he spoke again he could hear that same level of arousal coming through his own voice.
“What other things? Tell me.”
Amanda licked her lips as she leaned against the bedpost. “Well. For starters I think you should come over here and see how wet I am under this towel. I didn’t finish drying off all the way.” Sam pulled off his button-down and then his undershirt, then crossed the room, crowding right into her personal space. He looked down at the gorgeous brown skin of her shoulders. There was a small bit of lotion that hadn’t been properly rubbed. Slowly, he used his thumb to finish the job. Then he moved his hand a little lower, brushing the back of his palm over her tit as he went. He helped himself to the warmth between her thighs as he was greeted instantly by the wetness already coating her slit. Her breath hitched as he pressed his mouth to the curve of her neck.
“You been like this long?” he asked as he used his middle finger to slide between her lips. He found the tiny, hard bud easily, but ignored it to tease her slick entrance instead.
“Uh, since my massage this afternoon.”
Sam paused, but didn’t take his hand away. “Sven get you worked up like this?”
“No. I was thinking about how nice it would have been if those were your hands all over me. He did an a’ight job.” She tilted her head back just a bit so she could look him in the eye. “But I wanted it to be you. I’ve touched myself a lot, thinking about you.”
Sam watched her eyes as he slid one finger inside her slick opening. “And how was it?”
“Never as good as the real thing. I want you to fuck me so bad.”
“But?” He leaned down and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, kissing her deeply. They could get back to their conversation in a moment. “But what?” he said when he finally broke away. Sam nudged her legs farther apart, making room for his whole wrist as he pushed his whole finger deep inside her. She clenched around him, gripping his shoulder with one hand to steady herself. That towel was dangerously close to slipping to the ground.
“But what, Cha-Cha? Tell me,” Sam breathed against her fresh-smelling skin.
“I want this to last.” She whimpered, thrusting her hips against his palm. He added another finger to the mix, fucking her slowly as she tried to find the rest of her words. “I don’t want tonight to end. I’m not ready to go back.”
“I can’t stop tomorrow from coming, but that doesn’t mean we can’t do this again, and again.”
“Sam,” she cried out, her hips working hard against the motion of his fingers. She was wet as hell, soaking his palm with her sweet-smelling juices. He had to taste her and soon.
“Get on the bed,” he said. She followed his instructions, shimmying up on the mattress, the perfect height for him to fuck while they both had their feet still on the ground. They’d get to that eventually. Later, when he bent her over and took her from behind so that perfectly fat ass of hers could bounce off his lap. He stepped out of his jeans and his boxers, grabbing the condoms he’d gotten from Zach out of the back pocket. He stroked his erection as she watched him from the bed, still gripping that towel that was barely covering her tits.
He approached the bed and leaned over her as he took the towel from her fingers and parted the fabric, exposing her beautiful body. Sam never had a type, until now. Amanda was his type, every full curve, every stretch mark, mole, beauty mark, every inch of her deep brown skin. He loved the roundness of her belly, her large breasts too big for him to cup in his hand. His mouth watered as he looked at the hard tips of her dark brown nipples, just waiting to be sucked. Reading his mind, she pressed her tits together offering them up to him. He didn’t have to think twice. The look in her eyes was enough.
Sam leaned down, sucking one puckered tip into his mouth, before running his tongue over it again and again in lazy circles. His dick ached at that sound she made. A soft hiss and a moan. Desperate pleas for him to keep going. No way she wanted him to stop. He switched to the other breast, before using his hand to push the luscious mounds together a bit more. He opened his mouth, flattening the tip of his tongue so he could worship both of her nipples at the same time. More desperate noises, even louder as she gripped
