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Sam didn’t disappoint He slid his hands under ers so confident, as if he’d touched me this way a thousand times before I felt unbound ina word, I pulled h to make my flesh pebble When I threw my clothes aside and brushed loriously shirtless, too, his eyes expectantly delighted Matchingto be soen, fresh and clean and rejuvenating Ih asm, where time speeds up and slon at once The headiness and irin, which Sam returned I decided in that moment that I sione

Gone

Like his stilled hands, the butterflies of self-doubt stopped their fluttering

And so in me justbroke

Snapped

Surrendered

Be still,as his eyes took ers drank in his skin, parched, seeking to be quenched Everything outside of this roo only the sound of our breath, the rasp of skin against skin and sheets, and the deafening silence of questions unasked but quickly answered through touch

Oh, how hot and soft and hard and good his body felt against ainst ht of asthem into some kind of holy path to be traversed and revered Those hands said millions of words that would never escape from Sam’s lips, but that I kne in the most intimate of ways

Howon the dictionary Please And then a thesaurus

I felt seventeen and twenty-two at the sa to stop the undeniable--that ere ateens dancing around anted Sahtening in a gasp as his finger slid underintoue played with my nipple as I tried to catchall atte any shred of self-control

Good

My own hands seeotten what to do with the brain cell I possessed and tweaked it with his tongue His hands noorked to dispense the final barrier between us, hs as if they had a will of their own, the delicate hush of silken panties againstus on

"You are so a up to kiss ently leanedkisses up to the underside of n territory

That’s right

No one there with his mouth

And Sam’s sexual GPS seemed to have my clit as its destination

Don’t recalculate Don’t recalculate

All the reading, all the roazine stories and articles, hadneed that made me ache from throat to

There

Oh, yes--there For years I’d wondered what it would actually feel like to have so this Sa He knehat he was doing, I--I hadn’t had to ask Earlier, he’d asked me to tell him what I wanted

And yet he knew

"Oh!" fluttered froht, the touch of his lips and tongue onit felt more like a shock than an erotic sensation A flash of heat poured through all the nerve endings in the softer, wetter parts of hshivers that hisme to a place of pleasure I knew existed in theory but couldn’t iine was so--

Sae of ly sweet compared to the very erotic nature of what he’d just done with me "Tell me what you want," he whispered

Too shy to look down at him, afraid I wouldscattered inside ers sink into his hair, and whispered back the only word I could think or speak:"More"

His hands ca init, his hands so worshipful itabout the light and havingeach other That was all this had to be, even if there really was so much more