As she looked back up at him, his hand came around her jaw, closing the distance between them. His rough thumb caressed her soft cheek; he held her face as his lips gently brushed against hers. Trina was caught off guard, but she didn't pull away. She sat motionless, tasting his soft warm lips moving against hers. Her mouth was slightly parted, encouraging him not to stop. He ran his tongue along her lips, slipping it inside her mouth.
A soft groan escaped her. She couldn't help but moan as their tongues danced together . His rough hand wrapped around her waist pulling her to him. His touch was warm and strong. She was now dripping with need for him and her head was spinning.
Sam pulled away slightly, still holding her body tight to his. "Stay," he whispered, his forehead resting against hers.
"But Toby?" she asked softly. She ran her fingers up his arm to his shoulder, tracing the curves of his muscles.
Sam stood, letting go of Trina just long enough to put out his hand to her. She took it, and he quickly pulled her up off the wicker couch with a sinful smile. With Trina now at his side, he slid his arm around her waist.
"Belle! Toby! Inside!" he commanded, pointing towards the open sliding glass door that led to his bedroom. His blue eyes darkened with lust, his gaze heavy on Trina. "Stay?" Walking backwards, he slowly led her towards the bedroom.
The dogs curled up inside the dim room. She flashed a smile at Sam and followed him into the condo. Taking a quick look around the room, it didn't look much different than hers. Blue walls, beige carpet, wicker furniture. The bed was bigger, probably a king versus her queen.
Before she could look at much else, Sam spun her around to face him. His strong arms held her body against his. Her heart was racing, her body trembling.
Sam gently took her face in his hands, then his lips met hers. His hands slid into her hair, tangling in her soft blonde locks. They rested at the base of her skull, securing her close to him. "God, you are beautiful," he whispered, as his lips slid along her jaw line.
Trina tugged at his tank top, pulling it up over his head. Moving her hands up his back. Her nails scraping across his skin as he picked her tiny frame up. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
He pushed his hips into her middle, teasing her with the bulge in his pants. His lips never parting from hers, he carried her over to the bed. "Is this okay?" he whispered softly against her lips, setting her down on the bed. Every move she made said that she wanted this.
She smiled up at Sam as she unbuttoned his board shorts, sliding them to the floor. Mmm, commando, she groaned, his dick was hard and very much at attention. "Mmm-hmm," she mumbled as she lowered her mouth onto his awaiting erection. Taking him whole into her mouth, she ran her tongue along the length of him. She already wanted to come, and he hadn't even touched her yet.
Sam didn't anticipate her forwardness but was already lost in his own pleasure. He grabbed for her hair to pull her closer to him. "Whoa." He all of the sudden stopped her. "Sorry to say this, but if you do that much more, there won't be any fun left for you." His face red, and his eyes darted away from hers. This was not exactly the way he wanted this to go.
Trina wasn't sure exactly what he meant, but he looked nervous. She moved away and flashed him a comforting smile. Motioning for him to come onto the bed, she invitingly started to pull her shorts off.
Sam grabbed her shorts throwing them to the floor. Running his hand up her stomach, he dusted light kisses onto her skin. Slipping the bikini top off her neck and untying the back, he abruptly threw that to the floor as well.
His attention was drawn to her round breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect; begging to be in his mouth. As his lips took over her breast, one hand slid slowly down her stomach and into her bikini bottoms.
Trina let out a sharp breath as she felt his fingers brush against her damp folds. She wasn't sure if this was a good idea. She was already turned on, and once his fingers were in..."Oh hell," she moaned as his fingers slid inside her. It had been so long since she's had sex that she was surprised she wasn't a virgin again.
"That feels so good," she moaned, "but I can't take much more," she said, pulling his hand out of her bikini bottoms.
His eyes went wide. He backed off as if he thought he had done something wrong. Trina stood and walked over to her beach bag. She slipped her bottoms off, kicking them towards her shorts and pulled a condom out of her bag.
Sam quietly got out of bed to see what she was doing. With every step he ached from his out of control hard on. Seeing her reach for a condom only made him harder. Reaching around her, he grabbed it out of her hands and tore open the package. His mouth came down on hers as he slid the condom on his stiff erection, moaning a little against her lips.
"Trina," he whispered against her lips, "I want you so bad. But I'm not gonna last long, I'm sorry I'm gonna be quick. I swear the second time will be better. I just wanna be inside you so bad..."
Trina grinned. This was almost amusing, except for the fact that she knew she wasn't going to last very long either. But God, she wanted him in her, more than she wanted oxygen at this moment.
Putting her finger to his lips, she braced herself against the dresser, hiking her legs up onto his hips. "Just fuck me," she said, whining. She straddled him, directing his length inside of her.
He let out a sharp breath as he slid into her. "I promise, the second time won't be as quick," he said, breathing heavy.
Trina had enough talking. She covered his mouth with hers, pushing her tongue inside his. She wanted to be fucked and she wanted it now. She opened her legs a bit wider, letting him slide farther inside her.
Sam couldn't take much more. Trina's tongue explored every inch of his mouth as he moaned. "You feel amazing." Knowing there was no use fighting this any longer, he slammed into her hard. He filled her to the hilt each time he entered her. Her center was dripping wet. There was no question he wanted to fuck her again, maybe more, but he needed to come now. "I'm sorry, I can't hold back anymore," he whispered.
She begged, "Just fuck me hard, please." She wanted him to make her come so bad. Her body was screaming for that sweet release. His cock rigid and deep inside her, his movements were fast and strong. He slammed into her hard. As he hit a spot that threw her into a tailspin of ecstasy, she let out a small cry against the side of his mouth.
Trina continued to grind against his hips as her body trembled violently. Her insides tingled, and she saw explosions of color as she closed her eyes. She had almost forgotten how good this feeling was.
Sam rode hard into her as his body let go, and he let out a loud groan. He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer to his body. Trina gasped against his shoulder, grazing his skin lightly with her teeth.
"God, Trina," he moaned into her ear. After a moment he whispered, "Sorry, I-"
Trina's breathing was ragged. Interrupting him, she said, "Not another word about it." She covered his lips with her own, pulling him in for another lust-filled kiss. "I'm not done with you, and I'm holding you to your promise."
She slid off his hips and grabbed his hand, leading him to the bed. As she crawled onto the mattress, she felt a smack on her ass. "Hey," she said, giggling.
"Well, I'm not done with you yet either." His smile was bright and devilish as he crawled after her.
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Grabbing her around the waist, he pulled her to him as she let out a little squeal. Her round ass was perfect; if he were ready to go again, he would have ravished it. But he was spent for the moment. Even though his body was filled with lust, his little friend needed some recovery time. His lips were warm as he dropped kisses down her back, then flipped her over.
"Whoa, you can't really be ready to go again yet?" Trina laughed as she slid close to Sam. She ran her fingers down his shoulders to his muscular chest.
Chuckling, he said, "Not yet, but that doesn't mean I can't pleasure you." Leaning down, he kissed her, biting her lower lip before pulling away. His mouth trailed down from her neck to her breasts,
taking time to taste each of them. His tongue teased each nipple, sucking and tugging gently. Her breasts were full and soft. He traced her body with his hand until he was finally between her legs.
She was warm and moist. Opening her gently, he slid two fingers inside. He could still feel her throbbing as she let out a gentle moan. He bit at her nipple, hoping to intensifying her pleasure.
Trina twisted around in delight as he massaged her opening. She was still on a high from her orgasm, and he could easily make her come again. His fingers exploring her wet center, taking her body to joys she hadn't felt in a long time. She ran her hands through his hair and closed her eyes.
Sam wanted her to come, but not yet. His fingers replaced his mouth on her breast, his lips sliding down her body, kissing her stomach and her hips as he went.
Trina opened her eyes, unsure why he had stopped. Once she saw where his lips were headed she almost came right then and there. She let out a cry of pleasure when his mouth took over her throbbing center. She opened her legs. "Oh my God, Sam..." she cried as he slid his tongue into her.
"Oh fuck," Trina moaned as his tongue explored her. His mouth taking over her warm flesh.
Trina's half lidded eyes told him she was ready to explode. Her nipples, ultra sensitive now, reacted to his every flick and twist. Trina was ready to scream from just the pleasure his tongue was giving her, when he started to suck at her mound, leaving her in utter ecstasy.
She grabbed at his hair, needing him to stay right there, and he obliged. Sucking and pleasuring her until her hips rocked against him and she screamed out, her body thrashing about under him.
Trina lay motionless, completely spent. Her breathing hard, her body tired.
Sam was smiling as he crawled up beside her and snuggled in, cradling Trina in his arm. Moving her hair out of her face, she laid her head on his chest. Placing a kiss on the top of her head, they both took a moment and closed their eyes, exhausted.
CHAPTER 7
She woke up still snuggled in his strong arms. Being curled up with him seemed so normal and comfortable, she could not remember the last time she felt that way. Plus it was nice having someone to talk to.
It was almost midnight, and she needed to take her shot. Sam was already asleep. Quietly sliding out of his arms, she searched for something to wear. Grabbing her bikini bottoms, she quickly got dressed. Shit she silently cursed as he stirred.
"Ah-hem." He cleared his throat, startling her.
"What the hell?" She jumped, nearly falling over. "I thought you were still asleep."
"Obviously. And where do you think you're going? Was I just an easy lay and now you're leaving?" he asked, smiling widely as he lay in bed. His hair fell over his eyes as he propped his arm up behind his head.
Trina stood there in only bikini bottoms. Her mouth watered at the sight of his rippling muscles and hard body since the sheet lay down around his hips. "No, don't be silly." She waved him off. "I actually," How am I supposed to explain this? "I need to run over to my place and get my medicine. I can't miss a dose. I was just looking for a shirt to throw on real quick." She turned back to her bag. "It kind of slipped my mind, and I—"
"Check in the second drawer on the left. There should be a t-shirt in there." He sat up in bed, the sheet hanging low on his hips.
"Thanks, I will be right back, I swear." Sliding on the t-shirt she hurried out of his room.
Trina unlocked her door and ran inside to the kitchen. Shit shit shit! She silently cursed to herself. How could she forget she needed her injection? She had been so diligent about taking it since her relapse. She knew better than this. She grabbed her syringe out of the refrigerator.
Seriously? Dammit! She cursed realizing she forgot that it needed to sit for twenty minutes to get to room temperature before she injected it. How could she forget that? This guy really had her rattled.
Walking back to the door with the syringe in her hand, she was not surprised to see Sam leaning against the doorframe, barefoot, in only a pair of shorts. Oh yum, she thought. His smile was wide as he watched her. Folding his arms across his chest, he waited patiently for her.
"Boo," he said, smiling seductively.
"You didn't trust me to come back?" she said as she giggled. "After all, you do still have my dog." She was shocked Toby didn't wake up and follow her. He was such a mama's boy. She normally wasn't able to leave a room without him.
"Nah, I thought I'd come keep you company. Everything okay? Did you get what you needed?"
He looked so damn sexy leaning in the doorway. Trina walked up to him, kissing his arm and then his shoulder. "I'm fine. I did get what I needed. Kind of," she said and smiled at him.
Telling people about her illness was never easy. They always flipped out and acted as if she was dying. She was not dying. Far from it. She was perfectly fine, as long as she took her injections.
Sam saw she had something in her hand, but didn't ask about it. It wasn't his business. "Okay, well then, you ready to crawl back in bed with me?" He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead. Sam shifted and let out a breath, as his pants grew tight from his hard on.
"I am," Trina said, smiling at him, making sure to lock the door as they left.
After entering his condo, Sam crawled back into bed, shedding his shorts. Trina headed for the bathroom. She set the syringe on the counter; she was going to have to wait for about twenty minutes before she could inject it. Probably just long enough to explain to him what she was doing. She never enjoyed having that conversation.
"You okay?" he asked as she headed back to the bed.
"I am." She kept the t-shirt on, curling in next to him.
"Are you sure you still need these on?" He tugged suggestively at her bikini bottoms.
Trina giggled. "I actually have to get back up in a little bit, so..."
Sam wasn't going to pry. "Okay." He just smiled, happy that she was in his bed.
Trina watched him and wondered why he wasn't asking her anything. "Aren't you curious?" she finally asked.
"About what?"
She moved closer, kissing his shoulder. "What I was doing."
"It's none of my business. Unless you want to tell me."
She wanted to tell him, she wanted someone she could be honest with. She wanted a friend. "I do. I don't have anything to hide."
"Okay, so tell me." His smile bright, he waited patiently.
"Well, Sam." She paused. "I take medicine every night at bedtime, and I can't miss a dose." She sat up in bed, not sure how to tell him about her disease, like some people liked to call it. "I have Multiple Sclerosis. I don't know if you know much about it?" She paused as he shook his head. "MS is an autoimmune disease. It's hard to explain, but basically your immune system damages your brain and spinal cord. In some cases it can affect the ability to walk and talk. I know, it sounds scary."
Pausing for a moment, she watched him digest all the information. "It can cause muscle weakness, and vision problems. Exercise helps with the symptoms, so I make sure to keep up a good workout regimen. I also have to inject medicine daily. I completely forgot that it has to sit out for about twenty minutes before I can use it, so it's sitting in the bathroom. That's why I have to get back up soon. I still have to take my shot." She waited for the freak out response that she always got.
"Okay." Sitting up so he was eye to eye with her. "Do I have to be gentle with you after you inject it?" he asked, his face twisted with concern. However, Trina saw no signs of the usual freak out.
Confused, she shook her head, "Um, no not really."
His brow still furrowed, he added, "But you are okay, right?"
It was not exactly a freak out, but it was something. "Yes, I am fine," she assured him.
"Trina," he said, taking her face in his hand. "Did you expect me to run for the hills?"
"Well, kind of," she said and smiled, feeling more relaxed.
"You said you are fine. Right?" he asked. His calm smile was inches from her lips
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"Yes. But most people act like I'm dying; they treat me with kid gloves, like I'm gonna freakin' break. I'm not used to this quiet response," she said, laughing a little.
"I'm not like most people. You're telling me you have MS, and you just need to give yourself a shot once a day, and exercise, but you are fine." He leaned in and kissed her lips. "Thanks for being honest. I know you really didn't have to. Hey, how about I tell you something that I don't really have to?"
Interested, she looked over at him. "And what would that be?"
"I feel bad I couldn't hold out longer that first time. It's just that it has been a really long time since I got laid," he said, letting out a nervous laugh. "Don't laugh!"
"I'm not going to laugh. Seriously. It's been a while for me too."
Sam pulled her into his arms, and they laid in bed until she had to go take her injection. "I'll be back in a few minutes." She smiled, crawling out of bed.
"Do you need anything? Can I help? Or can I get you something?" Sam didn't know the proper response, but she could see in his eyes that he did care.
"No thanks," she said, smiling back at him. "I have everything I need." She closed the bathroom door behind her. Giving herself the shot wasn't fun, but it was a necessary evil. Getting it over as quick as possible was the trick. After cleansing her arm, she prepared the syringe, then quickly injected her arm with the medicine. A small wince and it was over.
She grabbed the cotton ball she brought with her and held it on for a second. Nervous, she realized that she forgot about disposing the needle. Shit. She couldn't just leave it here lying around.
Trina walked back into the bedroom holding the syringe. Her face felt hot and red with embarrassment as she rushed across the room. "I'm sorry, I actually have to run back over real quick; I forgot I need to throw this out."
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