by Josie Leigh
“Oh yeah?” he asked, as he yanked her t-shirt over her head, trying to keep himself from actually ripping it off of her. Reaching behind her back, he flicked the clasp on her black lace bra and pulled it from her shoulders. “Well, I hope the fantasy can live up to the reality,” he smirked, bringing his mouth to hers again. She still tasted like heaven, but it wasn’t enough, he needed more. Palming her breasts in his hand, he noted that they’d grown since the last time he’d seen them, but her nipples were still that amazing dusty rose color that contrasted beautifully against her soft, white skin. He couldn’t wait to draw one of them into his mouth and feel it pebble against his tongue.
“I’m sure it will,” she breathed, making quick work of his button down shirt and pushing it over his shoulders to the floor. He shivered as she raked her fingernails down the sides of his arms then traced nearly every line of muscle on his chest. It was enough to drive the sanest man crazy with want, and he had been crazy for her for too long for this to not affect him. “Fuck, Jason!” she screamed as his lips attacked the hollow of her neck with more vigor than he thought possible.
“Do you still like that?” he asked against her collarbone as his hands found their way between them and to the button on her jeans. Her answering moan and the sound of the teeth of her zipper opening sounded like a chorus of fucking angels serenading him, imploring him to further his exploration. He traced kisses from her neck to her chest as he moved to rid her of the jeans and panties in his way of everything that was his Sammy. The site that greeted him when he finally yanked the cumbersome clothing from her body was so beautiful he nearly wept. “Sammy,” was the only word he could form as he stood beside the bed, mesmerized.
“What?” she asked, looking down at him, a small smile on her lip, knowing what had him so transfixed. He gave himself another second to enjoy the view, her naked, laid out for him and only him. Her eyes were glazed, her breathing shallow, her swollen red lips parted, her breasts heaving and full, her stomach showing slight signs of her past pregnancy, but only adding to her overall beauty and appeal, and further down was every man’s dream.
“You never told me you started waxing. It’s-wow-there are no words,” he said, his voice still full of awe as his fingers moved to stroke her bare mound. He couldn’t believe he was here, getting to touch her like this, watching her as she arched her back and writhed against his touch, her eyes now full of passion, of love, for him.
“Oooh,” she shuddered against his fingers. “Don’t stop. If you stop, I swear I’ll kill you,” she laughed, looking at him through hooded lids.
“No chance of that, Sammy,” he said, as his lips started to trail down her body again, reaching the apex of her thighs. “I need to taste you again. Though, I’m not sure it’ll ever be enough,” he whispered before his tongue slicked over her clit to work in concert with his fingers now buried two deep inside her, slowly. He wanted to savor her, draw this out for both of them. He found the cluster of nerves on her upper wall and began to taunt her with light touches against them. Her hips bucked wildly against his face seeking more, as he fought for the control that would keep him from ripping off the rest of his clothes and taking her right now.
“Fuck, you taste even better than I remember,” he said before going back to work between her thighs, now open to him, completely. Between the attentions of his tongue on her nub, his fingers thrusting inside her, and Sammy seeking her pleasure against his face, it didn’t take long before she screamed his name in ecstasy and started trying to squirm away. Grabbing her hips in his hands, he pulled her back to his mouth and absorbed the last of her orgasm, drinking in every last drop of her essence.
“I need more,” she laughed, trying again to pull from his grasp. “And you’re still wearing your pants,” she looked down at him, slyly. Sitting up on the bed, she flipped her position to pull open the button on his jeans and ripped down his fly, like she was frantic to return the favor. He helped her push his jeans and boxer briefs to the floor before catching her eyeing him like he was her last meal.
“Damn,” she whispered. “I forgot,” she looked up at him from. Seeing her on all fours on the bed, him standing on the floor in front of her, a lazy smile spread across her face stirred more in him than just his arousal. Fuck, she was gorgeous.
“Wha-?” he started to ask, but the word died on his lips as her tongue pulled him deep into the velvet softness of her mouth. “HOLY SHIT!” he choked out as he felt her swallow him down to the back of her throat and up again until his crown rested against her lips. When her hand joined her mouth and tongue, his knees buckled and he swayed toward the bed. Goddamn! He’d forgotten this talent and he was grateful, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to get through the last year with the patience he’d displayed. How could he have blocked out the sinful things her body was truly capable of? “I need to be inside of you, Sammy,” he said, his voice sounded far away, even to him.
Pulling him from her mouth, she looked up at him from the bed with the most innocent look he’d ever seen on her face, “You were inside of me,” she said. The smirk that settled on her face turned to shock as he lifted her under her arms and pushed her back against the bed.
“Damn it, Samantha! You can’t say shit like that to me, with that look on your face and not expect me to want to do this,” he growled as he brought himself to her and thrust inside. “Fuck!” he said, astonished at the feel of her muscles closing in around him, squeezing him in the sweetest embrace he’d ever felt. He knew she still tasted like heaven, but he’d be damned if he hadn’t just found nirvana. “So tight!”
“That’s what happens when you haven’t been touched in a year, Jason,” she answered, her voice strangled with want. “I need to be fucked, please,” she begged.
“Sammy,” he stilled, looking down at her and brushing the hair from her face. “Even if I take you rough, hard and fast, I’d never be fucking you,” he said, slowly withdrawing as far as he could without leaving her body completely and slamming into her again, hard. “Every thrust inside of you means something to me, every moan you make, every time I take your breast into my mouth, I am worshipping all that you offer me. That will never be as meaningless as fucking.”
“Okay,” she panted, conceding to him as her hips rose to meet the rhythm he was setting. “Faster, harder, please!” she pleaded, lifting her legs over his back.
“How’s your hip?” he asked, pausing to pull her legs to rest on his shoulders before pressing forward. He wasn’t sure how long he could hold it with her when he was this deep, but he wanted to try.
“It’s fine!” she cried out. “PLEASE!” she screeched, slapping his ass with what he knew was irritation that he kept stopping. When she stopped, he started to pound into her harder this time. Just before he lost complete control of his orgasm, he felt her walls start to convulse around him.
“That’s it, Sammy. Let it go,” he coaxed as he watched her lose herself in her orgasm for a second time, but this time he went with her, cursing and groaning out her name as he felt her body go boneless under his. “Wow,” was all he could say as he eased himself from her and moved to lay beside her on the bed.
“Yeah,” she agreed, trying to catch her breath and grabbing his hand in hers. “Thank you,” she peeked over at him and smiled. “You have no idea how much I needed that,” she laughed.
“Me, too,” he smiled back at her, squeezing her hand.
“It wasn’t just me, right? It was never that good before, right? I’m not saying it was bad before, but that,” she exhaled, loudly, “that was on another plane of existence, right?” she looked to him for confirmation.
“You’re right,” he concurred, knowing his heart felt full for the first time in six years. “It was never like that before. If it had been, I would’ve had to chain you to our bed,” he let out a light chuckle. “I’m considering doing that right now, in fact,” he finished, pulling her flush with his body again.
**
“You must think
I’m easy,” she joked, pulling the covers over their bodies, feeling more relaxed than she had in a very long time.
“Why would you say that?” he asked, turning on his side and facing her.
“Because you insisted this was a first date, and I let you sleep with me before it even began,” she blushed at the thought of how wantonly she’d behaved.
“Sammy,” he whispered, cupping her cheek, “we’ve been dancing around this for awhile now, it’s not something that happened in the spur of the moment. This has been a slow burn,” he said, bringing his lips to hers again. “Feel it smoldering?” he asked. Her eyes closed, involuntarily, as the kiss caused a frisson of feelings to pass through her body. She knew she was lost, completely.
“Yes,” she croaked as the fire he described worked its way through her body at his words, igniting again below her belly. “Do you still want to do dinner and a movie at your place?” she asked.
“I want to stay right here, with you,” he responded.
“Good answer,” she said, the slow grin on her face returning. “Maybe in a few hours, we can think about ordering pizza?”
“A few hours?” he asked. From the way she felt him stir against her, she could tell his interest had been piqued.
“Well, I did hurt my hip, and I thought a nice, long, hot bath with you might help make it feel better?” she suggested, her eyebrow quirked.
“Sounds fucking brilliant, Sammy,” the grin he returned was breathtaking, his cerulean eyes sparkling against the fading sun streaming through her bedroom windows.
“Well, then, let’s get to it,” she moved to leave her bed, but found herself pinned beneath Jason again.
“Why don’t we make sure it’s really sore before we head to that bath?”
“You’re right, it’s actually feeling slightly better, I’d hate to soothe it prematurely,” she said, moving her legs to cradle him between them again.
“I’ll go slower this time, make sure not to skip over any new territories,” he promised.
“We’ll see how long that lasts,” her teases turned into a low moan as he slid inside her again, inch by inch, and proceeded to slowly drive her out of her mind for a third and fourth time before carrying her to a lavender scented bath.
Chapter 22
“HOLY SHIT JASON! RIGHT THERE!!!” Samantha called out, pushing her hips back to meet his behind her. “FUCK!” she screamed, feeling the rush of her impending orgasm stampeding through her. In the distance, she began to hear Jason’s cell phone ringing, again, for the second time in a row, breaking her concentration on the task at hand. “What the hell?!” she growled, looking over her shoulder at him.
“Just ignore it, baby,” he said, continuing to pump into her as the phone quieted again.
“Okay,” she answered, trying to find her rhythm again, but when the ringing started up a second time, she knew she wouldn’t be able to find it and would only end up even more frustrated by the effort. “Just fucking answer it,already” she growled, pulling away from him and stalking toward the bathroom. “It must be important to call three fucking times at midnight,” she finished slamming the door behind her.
“WHAT?!” she heard Jason yell into the phone. “OH!” with the one word, his entire demeanor changed. “I’ll be right there, sit tight, don’t let him in! If he tries to get in, call the police, Missy,” he told the caller and she heard him rushing through their bedroom, dressing.
Samantha felt stricken that after what just happened between them, he was about to rush out their door to rescue Missy again. Perched on the edge of their bathtub, she tried to keep her conflicting emotions in check. Anger, hurt, disgust, and the last gasps of her earlier arousal circled through her, as she worked to calm down before trying to return to their bedroom.
“SAMMY!” Jason yelled, knocking on the door. “Some guy tried to attack Missy! I’m going to go pick her up. I’m sorry!” he told her through the door. “I’ll be back and we’ll finish what she interrupted, I promise, but she’s locked in his bathroom.”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” Samantha’s ire at Missy’s ability to find endless amounts of trouble that only Jason could rescue her from bubbled inside.
“You know I wouldn’t go if it weren’t serious,” he sighed as she heard his head thump against the door. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
“I said it was fine, Jason,” she repeated, keeping her voice steady this time.
“I love you,” his voice came through the door as a plea rather than a declaration of love.
“I love you, too,” she whispered as she heard the front door of their apartment slam behind the only boy she’d ever loved.
**
Jason rolled over the next morning, expecting everything that happened with Sammy last night to have been a dream. When his hard body found her softness still tucked in beside him, he nearly punched the air in victory. He hadn’t dreamed last night, she really was with him. They were together. Feeling her start to stir, he pulled her flush with his body, her back to his chest.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, pressing herself harder to his nakedness. “I missed feeling a dick saying hello against my ass in the morning,” she laughed, wiggling her ass in greeting.
“How are you feeling this morning?” he asked, caressing her outer thigh with his fingertips, hoping she didn’t have lingering doubts or regrets about their night together. He didn’t know what he’d do if she wanted to forget what had happened.
“I feel amazing, Jason,” she answered, turning in his arms to face him and throwing her leg over his hip. Relief flooded through him at her words and the feel of her silky skin sliding across his hip. “But I think we could find a way for us both to feel even more amazing, don’t you think?” her words sounded husky from sleep and her suggestion.
“I’ve missed waking up like this with you. I’ve thought of it every day we were apart,” he confessed, and he felt her stiffen against him. He was happy to note that even though the words seemed to make her uncomfortable, she made no move to retreat.
“Oh,” she said, seemingly startled by his confession. “I can’t imagine why? I mean…” she trailed off and he knew that she was thinking about Missy.
“You said you trusted me,” he reminded.
“I do, but…”
“Come on, Sammy. Aren’t I allowed to tell you how much I missed you and thought about you?” Jason whispered as he stared into her eyes, trying to show her how much pain being without her had caused him, and, in contrast, how happy being with her made him. “Didn’t you think about me at all those six years we were apart?”
“Okay, I mean, well, yeah, for the first couple of years, of course I thought about you, but normally in it was in anger,” she admitted, giving him a look of unease, but he needed to know more. Jason just hoped she wouldn’t bolt and put an end to the conversation.
“That’s all? Not even to miss our friendship?” he prodded.
“Why is that important?” she asked, slightly defensive.
“Because,” he took a deep breath and met her questioning gaze, brushing her hair from her eyes again and watching the chocolate brown bangs flutter against his fingertips. “No one wants to be Mr. Irrelevant, Sammy.” Letting her see the longing in his eyes briefly, before adding, “Except maybe in the NFL draft. I mean, after all, that guy gets a trip to Hawaii or something,” he chuckled, nervously, hoping to lighten the mood again.
Sammy laughed a few minutes before clearing her throat, a serious look settled onto her face. “I thought of calling you more than a few times,” she started, “but after I met Caleb, it was in a strictly friends capacity, Jason. So rest assured… you’ve never been irrelevant. I was just a girl without her best friend. And I’ve missed my best friend every day.”
He released the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding at her words. “Oh, thank God!” he exclaimed before pulling her on top of him and impaling her, letting himself get lost in her body again. He was more than grateful that
she seemed to be lost in his, as well.
**
“What’s the plan for today?” Samantha asked, lying back against her pillow trying to catch her breath again.
“I thought that was obvious,” he grinned, indicating their bodies.
“Yes, but it’s after ten on a Monday and I need to call my mom about Corigan and spend some time in the office,” she chuckled but wishing that she really did have all day to spend in bed with Jason. “Plus, I’m starving! We never got around to ordering that pizza last night,” she reminded.
“Yes, but oddly, I still feel like I got fed,” he told her, his eyes smoldering.
“I’m sure you do,” she averted her eyes from his, blushing at his words. How did he have the ability to say something so suggestive and make it sound hot and not cheesy?
“Fine,” he accepted as the rumble of her stomach brought them both back to their conversation. “We’ll have lunch, you’ll go into the office for the afternoon, I’ll go home and change, then pick up Corigan from your mom, and we’ll all meet back here for dinner?” he suggested.
She smiled at the thought of coming home to him and her daughter. She didn’t know when it was that she started looking forward to coming home to them at the end of the day, and how much she missed it when he was working and wasn’t there. “Perfect,” she said. “Why don’t you bring a change of clothes for yourself for tomorrow, too?” she whispered, feeling slightly embarrassed by her presumption that he’d want to sleep over again.
“What about some pajamas?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow slyly.
“Um,” she started, clearing her throat. “I’m not so sure those are going to be necessary,” she finished, her eyes settling on Jason’s abs. Reaching out, she absently traced the ripples of each one, her finger coming to rest at the start of the light path of hair leading from his belly button.