by Mignon Mykel
She was absolutely stunning to me, and I wanted to experience this night again and again, for as long as she’d have me.
“This works, thank you.” She took a small sip and nodded. “Oh, yes. That’s good.”
“Steaks should be ready in about ten minutes. Do you want to find something on Netflix or Prime?”
That was how our evening went.
We sat on the couch, eating steaks, baked potatoes, and asparagus, while watching the newest season of Hanna on Amazon Prime. After, together, we cleaned up the kitchen and started the dishwasher, before heading into the bedroom.
“I had fun tonight. Thank you,” Samantha said, as she crawled into her side of the bed.
“Saturdays are honestly the highlight of my week,” I answered, hitting the light and getting under the covers too. Being summer, it was still light enough outside that I could clearly make out Samantha’s features, even with the blinds pulled. “Well, they were. Before you decided to spend more time with me,” I joked.”
Samantha smiled and moved to snuggle into my side. “You’re the one with the schedule. I’m just playing everything by ear this summer.”
“I wouldn’t mind waking up to you every morning, and coming home to you every evening, Samantha.”
“No?”
I noticed she didn’t look at me, but I did see her cheek pull up with her smile.
“Not at all. In fact, I’d look forward to it.” I brought my hand to her hip, and slipped it up under the cotton of her tank top. My hand curved around her waist, my thumb dipped and ran over the slight ridges of muscle.
When she didn’t protect, I moved my hand in the other direction, to slip under the band of her shorts.
“Sam...” She looked up at me, a question in her eyes, and I slowly drew my hand further in, until my hand had ample hold of her butt cheek.
“The incentive for winning was you could explore my body. Is that not what you said?” I asked softly, bringing my lips to the corner of hers.
“Is that what I said?” she asked breathlessly.
“Yeah. That’s what you said.” My hand kneaded the flesh and muscle of her ass, as I brought my kisses over her cheek and toward her ear. Whispering, I said, “So, this isn’t breaking the rules. As long as you’re game, you can just lie there and let me explore your body.”
Her answer was a soft moan and I watched as she closed her eyes.
“In agreement?” I asked.
“This time,” she whispered, opening her eyes. They were heavy and hooded, and already I could read the arousal in them. “This time, I’ll let you play the semantics card.”
“I’ll take it.” I pushed up and away from her, before moving Samantha to lie on her back. Sitting up on my knees caused the sheets and comforter to fall back, and her body let off the smallest of shivers.
“Cold?”
She shook her head. “No. Excited.”
“Good.”
Straddling her thighs, I pushed her tank top up just enough to expose her toned stomach. There, just peeking out at the band of her boxer shorts at her hipbone, was an Olympic rings tattoo. Bending closer, I pressed my lips to it while also pulling the band down a fraction. “I was beginning to wonder if you had one, and where it was.” After another open-mouthed kiss, I swiped my tongue over the mark.
“My teammate and I got them as soon as we arrived back in the US, last Games.”
“Is she your teammate now, too?” I placed kisses up her stomach, dipping my tongue into her belly button.
“Mmm. Yeah. Hailey.”
Another kiss above her belly button, and then I brought them upward again, meeting her sternum.
My cock was heavy between my legs at the anticipation of all that was to come, but I wanted to take my exploration seriously.
I wanted to learn every inch of Samantha’s body.
I wanted to know what kisses caused which moans, and which areas were the most sensitive.
Did she like her tits sucked? Did she need her nipples played with, while her clit was being manipulated by my tongue?
I was going to find all this out and more, even if it took all night.
First, her breasts.
Watching her face as I lifted her shirt, I watched as her eyes grew heavier, and narrowly missed the small bite to her lower lip.
She was just as excited, anticipating this just as much, as I was.
The moment my mouth surrounded the peak of her breast, she let out a soft moan. I sucked and teased her nipple with my lips, my tongue, and my teeth, while squeezing, rolling, and tweaking her other with my fingers. Below my ass, I could feel as she moved her hips, adjusting her body, trying to find relief.
Releasing her nipple with my lips, I blew a soft puff of air to the erect pink tip, watching as it tightened further. I wanted more though, so with her help, we removed her shirt and I tossed it carelessly to the floor before moving to her other breast, giving it the same attention as the other—until her moans grew louder. I paid more attention to this one, all while still playing with the still wet peak of her other, my fingers rolling over the hard tip.
I knew without a shadow of doubt that she was wet, but I was curious as to just how wet. I moved my body to kneel at her side, still sucking and playing her nipple with my mouth, my left hand still tweaking her other, and slid my hand down her stomach and under her shorts. My fingers encountered bare skin and, just as they met the slit of her pussy, were met with moisture.
I suckled hard at the same moment my middle finger swirled around the swollen bundle that was her clit, and Samantha’s hips pushed up off the bed. Curious to how high I could get her, I stayed here for a moment longer. Sucking, fondling, brushing.
Her rigid nipple in my mouth.
Her softening tit in my hand.
Her swollen clit at my fingers.
“Sam,” she groaned, bringing her knees up, allowing her feet purchase on the bed.
I pulled away from her nipple, allowing the tip to pop from my lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” I swiped my tongue over the other nipple, which had started to soften. The soft velvety feel over my tongue was euphoric, but feeling it turn rigid again had my cock hardening further in time with her.
Then her hands were in my hair and she was pulling me up. Soon, my open mouth found hers, and our tongues dueled as my hand rubbed faster circles over her clit. Her kisses grew more frantic before her breath hiccupped, and before I knew it, my mouth was swallowing her moans as her body shook against her orgasm.
Slowing my ministrations to her clit, I didn’t fully stop. Her hips bucked occasionally but soon, her legs relaxed and fell back to the bed.
“I want to taste your cum,” I murmured against her mouth, and before she could protest, I was once again between her thighs. I brought her feet up to my chest and pulled her shorts off quickly, tossing them over my shoulder before laying on the bed, her legs draped on either side of me and her swollen, pink pussy on full display in front of me.
“You’re fucking glistening,” I mumbled, bringing a finger to swipe through her wet folds.
At the head of the bed, Samantha moved to crunch up, supporting herself on her forearms, so she could watch.
I’d never been more turned on in my life.
With our eyes locked, I lowered my mouth to her clit.
9
Samantha
His mouth on my clit felt amazing.
He knew just what to do with this tongue, and when he pushed a finger into me, then two, it was clear the man knew what he was doing.
Too many men pretended to be good in bed but knew shit about a woman’s body.
Sam Mayson was not that man.
Before I could climax again though, he pulled away and reached for his nightstand, quickly pulling out a strip of condoms. I pushed further up to sit all the way, taking the packet from him, and pulling out the rubber while he removed his clothes.
When he was kneeling between my thighs once again, I reached for his h
ard cock, pumping it once and earning a low, threatening groan from Sam, before rolling the condom down. Once I reached the end of the rubber, Sam took my face in his hands and was kissing me again, lowering me gently to my back.
We kissed deeply, my hands on his back and his hands... One on my face, then other going to my leg to pull it up. I hooked it over his ass and soon felt the tip of his cock at my entrance.
His fingers moved through my folds again and I could hear as he took my wetness and covered his cock, before he pushed gently.
The head of his cock stretched me, but it was far from uncomfortable. If anything, I needed more.
And I wasn’t about waiting.
“More,” I murmured into his mouth, while tightening my leg against his ass.
Thankfully, he wasted no time in talking. He didn’t say any of the pretty words previous boyfriends had used.
I knew my body.
I knew I needed him.
I knew I was ready for him.
With one push, Sam was fully seated against my hips, his cock lodged deep inside of me.
“Fuck, Samantha,” he groaned. “Feel so good.”
I agreed, and soon he made it feel even better, as he moved his hips, thrusting in and out of me in a gentle cadence that built up, more and more, until he was pounding against me, flesh to flesh, the sounds of our bodies meeting filling the room.
The sound of our pleasure echoed around me, and soon, his thrusts became more hurried and his words more frantic, as he chased his orgasm. Before he could come though, he put his hand between us and was rubbing my clit again, as I pressed my nipples between tight fingers.
He still came first, but I wasn’t far behind.
After, his body slick with swear, he rolled to his side, bringing me with him. I grinned down at him, my body fully lax.
“That was—”
I interrupted him. “Great?”
“I was going to say something more, like intense, or phenomenal, but I can settle for great.” His smile was sated and I couldn’t help but lean down to kiss him once more.
“I like those words, too,” I whispered against his lips.
“Good.” Our lips were still close enough that I could feel every movement of his words. “Let me get rid of this condom, and then maybe in a little bit, we can try to top it.”
I’d always figured that women bragging about going through a box of condoms were exaggerating to a degree.
Or, they had a small box.
But Sam and I had gone through a box of condoms last night, and while I was sore this morning—not just between my legs, but my body as a whole, from using muscles I hadn’t used in a long time—I wouldn’t mind doing it again next weekend.
And yes, we could hold the sex fests for the weekend, because I knew his job was important and the man needed to really sleep, not take the short cat naps we took between each time one of us sought out the other overnight.
Something I’d learned since sleeping over was Sam was a snuggler. He liked to wrap me in his arms and keep me there, as the night wore into morning.
I wasn’t complaining, but it did make trying to sneak out of bed to pee a bit of a challenge.
“Where ‘going?” he asked, eyes still closed, voice thick with sleep. I wasn’t even positive he was awake.
“To the bathroom,” I answered quietly. He murmured something and rolled to his back, letting me go.
Yep. Still asleep.
Gently, I shut the bathroom door before turning on the light. My reflection stared back at me on the opposite wall, and the woman in the mirror looked perfectly ravaged.
We left no bases uncovered last night, putting my personal winning incentive to rest. I loved when Sam took me from behind, but I really loved when he let me ride him, my hands on his chest as he gripped my ass.
I was getting slick between my thighs again, and laughed to myself, shaking my head, before taking care of business and cleaning up as best as I could in the sink. Personally, I was looking forward to taking a shower with my man, so a sink rinse would do for the moment.
Once cleaned up, I slipped from the bathroom and into his large walk-in closet, where I pulled a t-shirt from the hanger and slipped it on over my head. Exiting, I saw that Sam was still sleeping, so I let myself out of the bedroom and decided to make a cup of coffee.
While the pot gurgled behind me, I leaned against the counter I went through my phone notifications. I answered back a text from my mom—she was having a good weekend, and not to worry about her...as if it were that easy—when a multimedia message loaded with a ping. Looking at the sender, I opened it right away.
I hadn’t heard from Hailey, my teammate, since we both decided to go home for the summer. Curious what she had sent me, I could only smile when I was greeted with a picture of a hand and an engagement ring.
I said YESSSSSS!
...was the caption underneath.
I started to type out a reply when a question arose in my mind. Looking at the time and determining it was an okay time to call, I hit the phone icon at the top of our texting thread instead.
It only rang once before she answered. “Oh my God, Sammy, you were the first person I told. He asked this morning. It was in the bottom of my mimosa flute. I just... I can’t believe it!”
Laughing, I put the phone securely between my ear and shoulder, so I could grab a mug and pour coffee from the finished pot. “He did a really good job. It’s a gorgeous ring.”
“I just... I can’t stop looking at it. I can’t believe he actually asked, you know?”
Hailey and her boyfriend, well...fiancé now, I guess, had only been together for six months, which was why my question was itching to be asked.
“Does anybody think it’s fast?” I moved to the fridge to pull out the carton of milk, adding a healthy splash to my coffee.
“We haven’t, I mean... Well, I haven’t told many people yet. It only just happened. But I know that he asked my dad, and my dad was happy for us. So I guess, no?”
“Like...’cause when you know, you know, right?” I asked, thinking of Sam’s words last night.
“Right,” Hailey agreed. “We’re adults. I’ve been with guys and haven’t felt a fraction of what I feel when I’m with Silas. And the feeling only grows.”
I thought back to thirty days ago—God, had it only been thirty days since I met Sam?—and all of the days since. I thought about the first meeting, and being attracted to him. I thought about the first game, and the absolute fun I had with him.
I thought about the next game, and the comfort I felt as we laughed and talked and walked around the park, all of which lead to that very first kiss.
Like Hailey had said with her own relationship, my feelings for Sam had only grown as time went on. This wasn’t puppy love.
This wasn’t infatuation or lust.
And the fear of my eventual leaving, a fear that left me nearly paralyzed now as I thought about it...
“Silas stays back in Utah when we’re training, doesn’t he?” I asked, even though I knew the answer. Silas taught high school mathematics and wasn’t exactly leaving substitute lessons every couple of weeks when Hailey had to be in Anaheim with the Team USA coaches.
“He does. It’s not always easy, but we’ve gotten into a groove. Why?” I could imagine my teammate smiling as she followed up with, “Have you met someone?”
I chewed on my bottom lip as I locked my eyes on the ajar bedroom door. “I have. And I really think it’s serious.”
The words felt wrong, and it was then that I knew...
Oh, shit, what have I done?
I was in love with Sam Mayson.
I swallowed hard as tears stupidly filled my eyes.
Who cried when they realized they were in love?
Apparently, I did.
“If it’s serious, and you love him, then you make it work, Samantha. In the seven years I’ve known you, I’ve never known you to give up on something that you wanted. I know you can make t
his happen, too.”
Sniffing, I rubbed the back of my hand under my nose gently, nodding to myself. “Yeah. Okay. Yeah. Thank you for talking. And congratulations. You’re going to make a beautiful bride, Hailey.”
“Thank you, Sammy. And don’t be afraid to go after him. I expect to hear all about him the next time we’re together.”
I chuckled lightly. “Yeah, okay. All right.”
We hung up shortly after and I took a calming sip from my coffee.
I was in love.
I let the words simmer in my head, rolling them over and over in my mind, the words flittering in my imagination along with visions of his smile, his laugh, his arms.
Smiling now, I put my mug down, and headed back to bed.
10
Sam
When I awoke Sunday morning, the bed was empty, but just as I was sitting up to go find Samantha, the door opened and in walked my woman.
“I like your shirt,” I grinned sleepily, sitting up with my back to the headboard.
Samantha smiled back and came straight to me, putting her hands on my shoulders as she maneuvered onto the bed, sitting on my thighs with her knees on either side.
“I like you,” she finally countered, dropping her hands until her fingers flirted with the edge of blanket that was still covering my lap. My morning cock was fighting to be free from the covers, and with as close as her fingers were, it was quickly becoming a true arousal erection.
“Mm, careful,” I groaned. “We don’t have any more condoms right now.”
“Oh, you’re talking about this?” she asked, pulling the covers down a fraction, freeing my cock to the cold air. Before I could truly register it, Samantha was scooting back so she could lean down, bringing the head of my cock into her mouth.
I let out a hiss, reaching for her hair, balling it in my fist.
Her head bobbed as she sucked me, her tongue lapping at the top, swirling the sensitive head before swallowing as much of me as she could handle.
The sound of her mouth, the hollowness with the slurping as she had her way with me, brought my climax closer and closer. The tingle in my spin was the tell-all action, and I warned her it was coming.