by Kendall Ryan
Sam’s heavy gaze wandered even lower, and his pupils dilated at the sight. He offered me another pained smile. “Damn if you aren’t the sexiest woman alive. But I feel like I’m behind. I need to catch up.”
At first, I didn’t understand what he meant, but then he stood and reached for the button of his jeans. He unfastened it quickly before pulling down his fly. With one steady motion, he pulled down his boxers and pants and allowed his massive length to spring free.
Holy shit, Sam is hung.
My breath caught again. He wanted me, that much was clear, but I’d never been with a man so...big before in my life.
My mouth watered and I licked my bottom lip before leaning into him, ready to take him in my mouth and tease his swollen head with my tongue.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he muttered through gritted teeth. “I told you to stay put.”
“But I want to...” My voice broke and I looked again at his throbbing shaft.
He shook his head. “Not tonight, beautiful. Tonight, I want to do all the things I’ve wanted to do for the past so many years, and I refuse to let you take that from me. Now get on the bed and spread those thighs apart for me again.”
Blood thrumming in my ears, I did as I was told, practically quaking with anticipation.
“Scoot down to the bottom of the bed and open your legs. Like this.” He closed a hand over my thighs and guided me down the cool mattress and then pushed my legs apart with his rough palms. I gasped at his sure grip…his knowing touch.
This was going to be good. So good.
He sank to his knees again and I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin.
“What are you...?” I asked, raising up on my elbows to catch sight of his solemn expression.
“I want to taste you,” he said simply, and, to prove his point, he dropped his mouth to the inside of my thigh and sucked the space there until he released my skin with a gentle pop. His tongue peeked out as he licked and nibbled my inner thigh, over and over, moving closer to my core with every pass. I couldn’t help it; by the time he was just an inch away, my hips began to pulse. I’d never felt so wild. So achy.
He let out a low groan. “Can you be patient for me, baby?” he asked, his voice grittier than I’d ever heard it before.
My body roared with need, but I gave him another nod. “I can be patient.”
“Good.” And, as a reward for my compliance, he lapped my center oh so gently with his tongue, making me throw back my head as my knees quaked.
My channel was pulsing, begging to be filled, and as he teased me I closed my eyes, focusing only on his tongue as he moved up and down, teasing me before finally closing his lips over that pulsing bundle of nerves. He swirled the tip of his tongue around me, growling with satisfaction as he went, building the fire inside me to a roar.
“This is perfect,” I murmured breathlessly. “You are perfect.”
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” his gruff voice replied, and I weaved my fingers in his shaggy brown hair as he dipped low again, loving every inch of me with his tender caress. “How many times I’ve dreamed of this.”
“God, you taste amazing,” he added before moving his tongue against me in a fast, flicking rhythm.
“I just want you inside me, Sam. I’m going crazy,” I rasped.
In answer, he pushed one long finger slowly into my waiting heat, releasing some of the growing tension. It was something, but not nearly enough, and my hips bucked, trying to force him deeper.
“Yes,” I hissed, and he pushed into me over and over again, matching his rhythm with the movement of his tongue. “You’re so good at this.”
With every stroke, I took a step closer to the edge, ready to jump off into the abyss of my release, but it was too good, too right to end so soon. When I came, I wanted it to be with Sam inside of me, wanted him to feel every ebb and flow of my body as I came undone in his arms.
“I need you,” I said, pulling his hair a little as I bucked into his touch. “Please, Sam, I need you inside me.”
He pulled away, his eyes soft as he studied me.
“Lie back on the bed, beautiful,” he commanded, and I did as he said, scrambling back toward the pillows as he got to his feet.
“You’re sure you’re ready?” he asked, and again my gaze fell on his huge length, swollen and waiting for me.
I nodded. “Just go slow with me. You’re, um, much bigger than I was expecting…”
A lazy smile overtook his face, and his right hand snaked down to grip his shaft, stroking once, slowly. “I’ll go as slow as you need me to.”
Sam joined me on the bed, and then hesitated. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, panicked. He hadn’t changed his mind, had he?
“I didn’t pack any condoms.”
All the breath left my lungs in a soft sigh of relief. “I’m on birth control.”
His eyes lit up and the pulse in his neck pounded visibly. “And you’re sure you want to—”
“I’m sure. I need you, Sam. I want all of you.”
His eyes seemed to get that much darker as he got closer.
I spread my legs wide for him again as he positioned himself between my thighs.
“You’re gorgeous down there,” he murmured. “So pretty and pink and wet.”
“All for you,” I whispered.
Gripping himself, he pushed inside me inch by agonizing inch until he was buried to the hilt. It was a shock at first, and my body clenched him tight as it struggled to accommodate him, but it didn’t take long before the borderline pain became pure, needy pleasure. I let out a hiss of satisfaction, loving the fullness and completeness of feeling him inside of me, of knowing nothing was between us.
Holy shit, sex had never felt this good, and he wasn’t even doing anything yet. We just fit together, it seemed.
Holding nothing back, I wrapped my legs around him, flexing my hips along with his at every gentle thrust. The motion rocked me to my core, slowly driving me wild.
I wanted more, needed more, but I knew Sam would have it no other way. With me, he wanted to take his time, enjoy my body, and I wanted to enjoy his.
I loved the weight of him pressed down on me, the way my breasts felt against his hot chest, the way my arms felt as I wrapped them around his neck. I fell into the sweet sensation of his kiss.
I had no idea how long we went on like that, kissing and rocking together, loving every peak and valley of our desire, but after what felt like hours, Sam nipped the shell of my ear, his motions getting faster, his thrusts deeper…harder.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunted. “Can’t wait much longer. You going to come for me?”
I gasped, heat pooling in my belly and spreading outward.
“Sam, I—”
But words became impossible as my body instinctively strained for the climax so close at hand.
“Yeah, that’s it.”
I nodded frantically, closing my eyes, my walls quaking as he took total command of me, pushing my body to the limit as our hips slammed together, long, hard strokes that became wilder with every second.
And then I was over the edge, careening into the abyss as the knot in my stomach loosened and waves of pleasure rolled over me like a tidal wave. Lost in the ocean of my own release, I pulled him closer as he softly groaned my name and then stiffened above me, filling me in hot, needy spurts. My world seemed to shatter as my ears rang and my body ached with the sheer bliss of release.
All too soon, it was over, and we lay in each other’s arms, panting.
“Wow,” I whispered. And damn, did I mean it. We’d barely scratched the surface, hadn’t even learned one another’s bodies yet, and it was still the most sublime experience of my life.
Because I was with Sam.
“Happy New Year,” he whispered and then leaned in and kissed the tip of my nose.
“Happy New Year,” I replied, snuggling clos
e to absorb the comforting warmth of his body.
He glanced at the clock. “It’s twelve forty.”
“We missed it, I guess.”
“Did we? I’m thinking we probably rang in the New Year in the best possible way,” he said with a grin.
“Yeah,” I agreed, tracing the muscles of his chest with my fingertip. “Me too.”
“Do you know I love you, Mags?” he said, his eyes full of that love.
I nodded, tears prickling the back of my eyelids. It took me a second to reply past the lump in my throat. “I do. Do you know that I love you too?”
“I do now,” he said, the beaming smile on his face sending a thrill through me.
This year’s resolution?
Waking up to that smile for the rest of my life.
Epilogue
Maggie
For months afterward, like the nervous Nellie I was, I waited with my metaphorical fingers over my eyes for things to get awkward. As if, one moment we might look at each other and suddenly be filled with regret or longing for the way things used to be.
But no matter how often I looked, that feeling never came.
Every day with Sam was better than the last and all the things I’d loved about our friendship before were made that much better by spending more time together and falling easily into each other’s arms. In the span of two months, we moved in together, splitting my eclectic cozy style with his sleeker taste, and by the end of a year, we were married.
Or rather, on New Year’s Day of the following year.
And now, here we were, on vacation for our second anniversary, carrying our luggage through the warm Hawaiian breezeways as we headed to our room.
“You’re sure you wouldn’t have rather gone someplace cold?” I asked. It was our first vacation since our honeymoon, and back then we’d revisited Colorado—though we’d spent most of our time holed up in the lodge. My skin still tingled at the memory.
“Positive. I think you’ve had to deal with enough of my snowboarding for a while.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. It had been hard enough as his friend to watch him careening down the mountain like a lunatic when we were merely besties. As his wife? It was almost unbearable.
But I did it and never complained…well, hardly ever. Because that same wild spirit was what had earned us this happiness. And man, was it good.
I glanced around, checking out all the vibrant potted hibiscuses and breathing in the scented air.
I couldn’t deny though, a little twinge shot through me as I thought of the city streets glittering with snow back home. It had been a dry year so far, and we hadn’t gotten even an inch until the moment our plane took off. Now, New York looked like it was covered in spun sugar and I was just a teeny bit envious.
I shoved the thought aside with an internal eye roll. We’d have years of winter together and all I needed was Sam. Combined with a margarita on the sandy beach, and it would be paradise.
“I have a little surprise for you,” Sam said as we reached the floor of our hotel room.
My face fell at his words. I hadn’t gotten him a damned thing. “I thought we agreed—”
“We always promise no gifts,” he cut in with a laugh. “And you always get me gifts anyway. But this time? I think I may have finally topped you.”
“Do you now?” I raised my eyebrows.
Sam made his way to the door and opened it just in time for me to hear the gentle strains of the *NSYNC Christmas album.
I laughed, dropping my bag as I clapped my hand over my mouth. From the ceiling hung a thousand tiny paper snowflakes and the palm tree in the corner was decked with Christmas lights, a wrapped box underneath it. It was a winter wonderland.
“Christmas is already over, though,” I said, my voice wobblier than I expected.
Sam shut the door behind us. “Never for you, and I know you love the snow. So, as much as I want to see you in that bikini you bought ASAP, I thought we could make it the best of both worlds.”
“I can’t believe you did all this for me.” I sniffled.
“Baby, I would do anything for you. Now, don’t you want to open your present?”
I gave him a shaky nod and then took the red box from the floor and set it on the bed. Carefully, I removed the bow and ripped away the paper until I found all my Christmas DVDs inside.
“I thought we could have a little marathon tonight. Room service, hot bath.”
I took his face in my hands and pulled him down to kiss me. “You are the perfect man. I love you.”
“I love you, too, beautiful. Always have. Always will.”
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The last time I saw my best friend’s younger brother, he was a geek wearing braces. But when Cannon shows up to crash in my spare room, I get a swift reality check.
Now twenty-four, he’s broad shouldered and masculine, and so sin
fully sexy, I want to climb him like the jungle gyms we used to enjoy. At six-foot-something with lean muscles hiding under his T-shirt, a deep sexy voice, and full lips that pull into a smirk when he studies me, he’s pure temptation.
Fresh out of a messy breakup, he doesn’t want any entanglements. But I can resist, right?
I’m holding strong until the third night of our new arrangement when we get drunk and he confesses his biggest secret of all: he’s cursed when it comes to sex. Apparently he’s a god in bed, and women instantly fall in love with him.
I’m calling bullshit. In fact, I’m going to prove him wrong, and if I rack up a few much-needed orgasms in the process, all the better.
There’s no way I’m going to fall in love with Cannon. But once we start…I realize betting against him may have been the biggest mistake of my life.
* * * *
Grabbing my shampoo and bodywash from the plastic bag, I headed across the hall for a much-needed shower. Being elbow-deep in vagina all day necessitated that, not that I minded too much. Although it wasn’t a field I wanted to pursue, even I had to admit it was a pretty cool experience getting to deliver babies.
I turned on the water and stripped down while waiting for it to heat up. But when I stepped into the shower, I was hit with the mouthwatering scent of Paige’s floral shampoo and bodywash. God damn . . . My cock instantly leaped to attention. I couldn’t resist reaching down to grip my already rock-hard erection.
Squirting some of Paige’s conditioner into my palm, I let her scent surround me as I pumped up and down in uneven pulls, the slick cream letting my fist glide over the steely flesh, each stroke bringing a wave of pleasure.