by Marie Jermy
Samantha shook her head and reached for him, guiding and nudging his sheathed cock into her sopping pussy. He settled himself more fully onto her and, inch by inch, slowly nudged forward, stretching her tight channel and accustoming her to his length and girth. She felt so good, hot and creamy wet, but tense.
“Try and relax.” He pressed a whisper of a kiss to her forehead. “Wrap your legs around my waist. That’s it, baby,” he encouraged when her legs locked behind him, further opening her pussy up to him. “Feel good?” She gave a brief nod. Taking her hands and placing them around his neck, he shifted position slightly and thrust his hips forward. Guilt tore through him at her sharp cry. He began to withdraw, but stopped at her words.
“Daniel, please. Don’t stop. Show me how to please you.”
Daniel groaned. Her innocence was as heartrending as it was a turn-on. He couldn’t stop even if he’d wanted to. At the same time as he kissed her, trying to drink in the pain he knew she’d be feeling, he again thrust his hips forward, and the last of the restraints broke away, and he buried himself deep inside her.
Their eyes locked on each other, he moved with long, slow strokes until Samantha caught his rhythm, and he swore he could see stars as her hips rose upward to meet the increasingly harder and faster thrusting actions of his own hips. Her breathing was becoming hard and fast, too, and her trembling body told him she was close to coming.
Her eyelids then fluttered closed, shutting off the heated connection between them, but he was still going to have to watch it. One lapse in concentration and he’d be coming with her. And he didn’t want that. Before, he’d wanted to make her first time special by making love to her in a bed. Now he wanted to last as long as possible to ensure any remaining bad memories of what Mark Raven did to her were swept away.
“Sammy, baby, open your eyes.” At his request, her lids lifted and her green gaze connected with his once more. “I’m gonna lick you again. Come in my mouth. Don’t be afraid. Like before, just go with it.”
She nodded, and Daniel withdrew his cock and went down on Samantha again, making her cry out with every loving lick he administered. She arched up off the bed, her body tauter than a bowstring while she rode her climax. He almost lost control at the smell, taste, and feel of her cum in his mouth, but he managed to calm himself and rolled her to her side. Tucking himself in close behind her in the spoons position, he drew her legs up and easily entered her extremely wet pussy.
Her hand went to his hip, holding him in place while he moved his cock back and forth with slow strokes, pulling out and teasing her entrance with the tip of his cock before pushing forward and filling her to capacity. Flicking her hair out of the way and dropping gentle kisses over the slope of her shoulder, he cupped her breasts in his hands, lightly rolling her coral-hued, pebbled nipples between his fingers, making her moan and dig her fingers into his hip.
“Daniel?”
“Hmm?”
“Am I pleasing you?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
“Then why aren’t you coming?”
He chuckled softly. “I will come, but first I want to show you how it should be between a man and a woman.”
“Oh.” For a few minutes, she remained quiet as he continued moving in and out of her with slow strokes. Then, “Daniel?”
“Hmm?”
“I get the picture, so you can come now.”
He again chuckled, this time louder.
“Stop laughing and start coming,” she said, reaching between her legs and giving his balls a firm squeeze.
At first, Daniel ignored her, but then she arched into him and gripped his cock with her inner pussy muscles. She did it again, and he groaned, the exquisite feel of her pussy wrapped around his cock too fucking good to ignore. His balls were full and tight, and he needed release.
He rolled her onto her front, hooked an arm around her waist, and pulled her to her knees. This time when he moved it was anything but slow. It was fast. It was furious. And she mewled with delight at every shudder that tore through him as he chanted her name and shot his load deep inside her.
The orgasmic stars still exploding in front of his eyes, Daniel moved his hand down to between her legs and zeroed in on her clit, expertly thumbing it. She cried out and bucked her sweet ass into him, her own shuddering orgasm creating more stars for him.
“Oh, baby, what you do to me,” he murmured once he’d caught his breath. “You rock my body.” Carefully withdrawing himself, he moved from the bed and went into the bathroom to deal with the used condom. Then he returned, gathered Samantha in his arms, and laid on his back, positioning her warm, soft body to lay fully on his.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” At her puzzled expression, he reached up with his hand and gently ran a finger along her bottom lip. “When I asked the last time, when we were at the lake, I didn’t know if you just said yes to piss Matt off.”
“No, I meant it. I’d love to be your girlfriend. I want a relationship with you, Daniel.”
“Excuse me, but there’s something I’ve just gotta do.”
“I don’t think this room is big enough for cartwheels.”
“Who said anything about doing cartwheels?” Daniel grinned as he rolled them over until Samantha lay beneath him, her legs spread wide open by his thighs. He kissed her eyelids, her nose, her mouth, and promptly savored her startled gasp when she felt how hard he had become again. How could he not have a hard cock? The woman beneath him was beautiful and fucking incredible.
Quickly donning another condom, he settled back between her legs and entered her welcoming pussy, moving in and out with slow, languid movements. But when she arched up and clung on to him, he upped the tempo, taking them both heavenward.
“I like my name on your lips when you come,” she breathlessly said afterward.
“And I like my lips on you when you come.”
Samantha closed her eyes and whimpered with ecstatic delight when Daniel moved down her body and set about showing her just exactly how much he liked his lips on her.
Chapter 8
The next morning, Samantha woke to the sound of rhythmic breathing in her ear, a hard length in the crease of her bottom, and a warm, heavy arm around her waist. Blissfully happy and a little sore from being repeatedly shown what it should be like between a man and a woman, she turned around to face Daniel. His flicked-back hair was an unruly blond mess, and though his eyes were closed, he had a huge smile plastered over his face. She smiled herself and snuggled closer, moving her hands down to hold the erection that now pressed into her belly.
She’d never describe herself as being wanton before, but when a brazen and wicked thought entered her head, she decided, if only for a short time and just to try it, she wanted to act like a seductive harlot. That would give her sister a shock, since they could feel each other’s feelings. Not that she thought Ramona would mind in the least.
“Morning, baby,” Daniel murmured, opening one eye.
“Morning to you, too. Lay on your back.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to suck your penis.”
He opened his other eye. She knew she was blushing at her straightforwardness, but the glowing embers within his eyes gave her courage.
“I never thought the word penis could be classed as erotic, but coming from your mouth, I’m rapidly having a rethink.”
“Well, I don’t know what else to call it. I’m not comfortable with rude words. And manhood and member are…” She couldn’t stop the giggles. “See?” she choked. “They’re so funny.”
He chortled. “Yeah, they are, aren’t they? Okay, um, what about dick? It’s short for Richard. Hey, you can call him Richard.”
More giggles had her clutching her sides. “Oh, Daniel. No, dick is okay. I can say that.” Further thought, and she decided “dick” was definitely okay. It wasn’t as offensive as “cock,” but it was rude enough to suit her nature.
“Dick it is, then.” He duly turn
ed onto his back and helped her to straddle him. He held up his hands. “Where would you like these?”
“Behind your head. And try and relax, Daniel, you’re so stiff.”
Samantha delivered that comment so absolutely deadpan that Daniel laughed, but soon stopped at her expression of dismay. Oh, God, so much for being a harlot. She sucked at seduction.
“I’m sorry, baby. But it’s the truth. You do make me stiff.” He bobbed the hard length of his dick up and down. “See? Richard agrees.”
With a soft giggle, and now completely at ease, she leaned forward to drop a kiss on his chest. Her hair formed a curtain while she mapped that incredible chest with hot, moist, open-mouthed kisses. Her nipples beaded as they brushed his skin, and he obviously must have wanted to watch, because he gathered her hair with one hand and held it against the back of her head.
“I love your tits,” he said, confirming that he did want to watch.
In return, Samantha laved one of his nipples with her tongue and pinched the other one with her fingers. He rewarded her with a groan, and then another when she shifted downward and licked a path over his flat stomach, her erect nipples swaying over the turgid length of his dick.
And heavens, he was hard. She loved the sounds he made. The way he groaned as she kissed and touched him made her want to suck on his dick until he exploded in her mouth. She couldn’t believe she’d thought that, but she had to concede the use of the word “dick” excited her. She gave his stomach one last kiss, flicked her tongue in his belly button, making him breathe in sharply, and wiggled lower. She paused at his hips and lightly skipped her fingers over the white band of flesh.
“I saw that smile last night,” Daniel said, bringing her gaze up to his. “What’s so funny about my hips?”
“Nothing. It’s just you’re not tanned there.”
“Okay,” he drawled. “Don’t quite know what to say about that, but never mind.”
Samantha returned her attention to Daniel’s dick. Surrounded by a dense bush of dark-blond hair, it stood upright, thick and hard, and must have measured almost eight inches in length. Could she take all of it into her mouth? Wetting her lips with her tongue, she curled her hands around the hard shaft. She lowered her head and tentatively licked around the engorged head with the tip of her tongue. A drop of semen oozed from the slit, and she lapped it up, making a little “mmm” sound at the slightly salty taste.
“Um, baby, how far are you going to go?”
Samantha glanced up and licked her lips in a way she hoped was seductive. “All the way,” she purred.
“I can’t let you do that.”
“Why not, Daniel? I’ve come in your mouth.”
“Yeah, well, that’s different.”
“How?”
“It just is.”
“Piffle! You just think I’m not going to enjoy swallowing your semen.”
He opened his mouth, shut it again, and then shrugged. “Blow me, baby.”
She smiled and, noticing another drop of semen had accumulated in the slit, lapped that up, too, with a circular sweep of her tongue. She fondled his sac for a minute, and then widened his legs so she could roll his testicles in her mouth. It was okay, if a little hairy. She almost giggled at that thought.
“Oh, baby, that’s nice,” Daniel groaned, his grasp tightening on her hair.
“Nice? Not a turn-on?”
He laughed, obviously recognizing his words from the night before. He then groaned when she enclosed him between her lips and swirled her tongue around the head of his dick. “Oh, that’s sensitive. I like that. Don’t stop, baby. Can you also take me deeper? Just relax your mouth.”
Samantha did as Daniel suggested and found she could easily take him to the back of her throat. Remembering what her sister had told her about performing oral sex on a man, she lightly scraped the nail of her forefinger back and forth along his perineum. He hissed in emphatic delight.
“Sweet Jesus, yes!”
Fingering his perineum with her nail, she moved her head up and down, alternating between swirling her tongue around the engorged head and deep, hard sucks on his shaft, blowing him until his hips jerked in a restless rhythm and she tasted the saltiness of his hot semen pumping down her throat. She swallowed every drop, emboldened by the harsh groans of satisfaction he made.
His hand loosened its grip on her hair and slipped to his side. She gave his dick one last deep, hard suck and then sat up. The amber flecks in his eyes were burning brightly, and a smile of satisfaction stretched his mouth as he stared at her. She returned the smile, feeling decidedly pleased with herself for making Daniel happy.
“Permission to say something really dirty,” Daniel murmured after a few minutes’ silence.
He took her hands in his and gave a gentle tug so she fell over his chest. She gasped when eight inches of deliciously hard dick bobbed between her inner thighs, which were wet with her desire. Did she want to hear dirty? “Oh, yes,” she said, with more than just a touch of an inner harlot emerging.
“You sure?”
“Yes.” She really did want to hear dirty.
“Fuck me hard. Really fucking hard.”
“Oh, my. That is dirty.”
“Too much?” Daniel asked, his tone full of concern.
“No. Not dirty enough.” Samantha laughed at his stunned expression. She slid from his body and went in search of condoms. There was one left in the box in his knapsack. But one was all that was needed. They could buy further supplies later.
She returned to straddle Daniel, tore the packet open, and rolled the condom down the hard shaft of his dick, surprised that she knew just how to do it.
“Come on, baby. Fuck my dick. Fuck it hard with your sweet, wet pussy.”
With wild abandon, Samantha sank down onto him, her inner muscles clenching and taking him deeper while she used her thighs to push herself up and then down again. His hands circled her hips as she leaned over him. His breath on her swaying breasts felt hot and uneven. Then he turned his head slightly and pulled one of her nipples into his mouth, sending waves of pleasure rushing through her body as her orgasm hit.
“That’s it, baby. I love it when you come. You squeeze my dick so tight.”
She dug her fingers into Daniel’s shoulders just as he, in one easy movement, flipped her onto her back. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders and leaned over until she was almost bent double. She cried out as he slid deep, completely filling her, the base of his shaft pressed against her swollen clit.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” Daniel asked, cupping her face and tenderly running his thumbs over her cheeks.
“Never. It feels so good. You feel good. And so big.”
He grinned. “Only for you, baby. Only for you.”
“Why have we changed position, though?”
“Not hard enough. I want it so hard. Say you want it, too, baby. I want you to want it.”
Samantha didn’t hesitate. “Please. Yes.”
His groan was deep, his thrusts deeper still. But he didn’t hurt her, because she was so ready for him. His heavy sac slapped against her weeping sex as he upped the intensity and pace of his lovemaking, sending her spiraling into another orgasm. And it was lovemaking. She could actually feel the tenderness behind his powerful thrusts, his whispered words of endearment as soft as the kisses he bestowed on her lips.
Then on one hard thrust, Daniel arched up, seating himself deep, and he let go. After he’d yelled out an orgasm that had probably raised the roof of the B and B, he collapsed beside her, as sweaty and hot as Samantha felt. A second later, his fingers slipped between her thighs to caress her, but she moved away.
He lifted his head, worry etched over his face. “I hurt you, didn’t I?”
“No, of course not. It’s just, I’m not sure if my…Um, if my…” She fumbled for the words, but then shrugged her shoulders, thought to heck with it, and let her harlot side out. “After that hard fuck, I’m not sure if my gloriously wet pussy c
an take your expert fingering.”
“‘Hard fuck?’ ‘Pussy?’” He raised an eyebrow. “Why, Miss Anderson, your naughty side is definitely showing.”
“You like?” she inquired, biting her bottom lip. It had been good to act like a harlot, but she wouldn’t want to do it all the time.
“Yeah, I do. But your chaste side is just as much a turn-on.” He cupped her chin in his hand. “Perhaps we can do ‘naughty’ on special occasions only?”
“Oh, Daniel, how come you always know what I’m thinking?”
He grinned. “Speaking of coming. Did you come again?”
“Yes, but I doubt you would have heard. You were really shouting.”
“Mmm, I know.” Daniel shifted closer to Samantha, making the bed creak. He slid his arms around her waist. “I think I also busted the bed. It sounds like we’ll be sleeping somewhere else tonight.”
She sighed and pouted. “That’s a shame, because I like being in your bed.”
“Well, technically, this isn’t my bed. My bed’s back in…Say, would you like to come back to LA with me? I could show you around. Show you a good time. Especially in my bed,” he said, emphasizing the “my.”
Her body tingled at the thought of what a good time Daniel could show her in his bed. “Oh, yes, please. When?”
“If you don’t think it’s too soon, then how about we catch a flight today? We could be in Simi Valley, where I live, by early evening.” He sat up and rubbed a hand over his morning stubble. “I’ll have to ask your parents for permission first, though.”
Incredulous, Samantha stared at Daniel. Ask her parents for permission so she could go to LA with him? She was well over the age of consent and didn’t need her parents’ permission to do anything. He must be still in orgasmic heaven.
Apparently not, though, because an hour later she stood beside Daniel in her parents’ living room while he asked her father for permission to take her to LA.
“Are you sure you’re Ray Ferris’s son?” her father asked, just as incredulous as Samantha.
“Yes, I am, Mr. Anderson.”
“Must get your manners from your mother, then.”