He quickly zipped himself up, and we headed towards his car. “I didn’t mean for us to just fuck like that. But I promise you, when we get back to my place, I’m going to show you exactly how controlled I can be.”
“If I don’t make you lose that control first,” I said with a small little smile and his eyes narrowed.
“What does that mean?”
“It means you might think you’re in control, Sam, but I’m the one that’s pulling these strings.”
I pulled away from him and headed toward his car, swinging my hips back and forth as I did. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked ahead of him and I grinned to myself. I had him exactly where I wanted him, and I was more excited than ever to feel him inside me again.
Chapter Fourteen
My heart raced all the way back to Sam’s apartment. Even though we’d just made love, it hadn’t felt like the real thing. Maybe because it had been so quick and fast and exhilarating. Maybe because neither one of us had had our clothes off. I was excited to go to his bedroom for the first time. I wanted to touch and taste all of him.
He led me into the living room and stopped. I frowned at the anxious expression on his face.
“What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind.”
“I feel like shit,” he admitted.
“What do you mean? Why?”
“I can’t believe I just fucked you right outside the restaurant like some teenage boy who can’t control himself. You didn’t even cum, did you?”
“It wasn’t about me cumming,” I said. “It was about having fun. It was about—”
“I know what it’s fucking about,” he said shaking his head. “But you deserve better than that. I just…” He ran his hands through his hair.
“Hey, Sam, look at me,” I said sharply.
“Yeah?”
“If I’m not upset about it, you shouldn’t be. You had a good time, right?”
“Yeah. But I mean, maybe if it was our fifth or sixth time, but our first time?”
“It was memorable,” I pointed out. “Now, come on, show me your bedroom.”
“I just don’t get you,” he said.
“What do you mean, you don’t get me?”
“You’re just not like other women I’ve met.”
“Oh, and how is that?”
“Most women I’ve met would’ve been pissed if that was their first time. They expect roses and chocolates and champagne.”
“I’m not most women you’ve met, and this is a very unusual situation, right?” I said as we entered his bedroom. I ran towards the king-sized bed and jumped on it, laughing as I bounced. “Well, this is comfortable!”
“I’m glad you think so,” he said with a smile. As he started unbuttoning his shirt, I jumped off of the bed and reached up to pull the shirt off of him.
“Wow,” I said, as I looked at his tan chest with a small spattering of dark hair. “You really do work out.”
“Every morning in the gym,” he replied.
“Flex those muscles for me,” I said, and he did. I squeezed his biceps and triceps.
“Like what you feel?” He grinned.
“Yeah, I do. You’re really built.” I ran my fingers down his stomach to his washboard abs. “How do you have abs and eat like you do?”
“Oh, what do you mean?”
“I mean, most people who have abs are on a low-carb diet, and I saw you stuffing those fries with your steak.”
“I believe everything in moderation,” he said.
“I’m not sure that would work for me, but sounds good.”
“There are many things that sound good that are actually good as well,” he said. He undid his pants and slipped them down, standing there in just a pair of black briefs. I swallowed hard as I saw that he was already ready for me. “Take your dress off,” he ordered.
“I thought you were going to take it off for me.” I winked at him and got back onto the bed. He lay down next to me with a low growl. He stroked the side of my face then slipped his hand to my breast, which he gently squeezed. He leaned down and kissed me on the lips and I kissed him back. He positioned himself over me and I could feel the warmth of his skin radiating against me.
“Sit up,” he said, gruffly. I obeyed him quickly, and he pulled my dress off. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he said, admiring my naked body. I smiled up at him, relishing the look of passion and lust in his eyes. “I am going to make you forget every man you’ve ever been with,” he promised as he kissed down the valley between my breasts, towards my stomach. He stopped at my belly button, running his tongue inside of it. The motion made me giggle, and he glanced up at me, laughter in his eyes. “You’re ticklish, huh?”
“I guess so,” I said, as he continued to kiss down my stomach towards my throbbing womanhood.
He grabbed my legs and spread them wide and then he was kissing down my stomach towards my pussy. His lips stopped on my clit and I moaned as his tongue flicked against it. I had no idea how he did it, but the sensation made me cum in seconds. I couldn’t believe it. I tangled my fingers in the sheets and cried out as he continued to tease and torment me. He chuckled as he moved away from me, licking up my juices.
“Well, that was fast,” he said grinning at me. “I don’t feel so bad anymore.”
“Whatever,” I gasped, not caring that I’d cum so quickly. “At least I didn’t cum right outside the restaurant.”
“Oh, so now you’re going to hold it against me?”
“What? It’s true. I guess we’ve both wanted this for a long time.”
“I guess we have,” he said, as he positioned himself between my legs. I felt the tip of his cock rubbing against my clit and I moaned as he inched a portion of his cock inside of me.
“Fuck. Come on, Sam,” I begged.
He just smiled before pulling out completely. “I don’t think you’re ready,” he said.
“What?” I glared at him. “What do you mean?”
“I said, I don’t think you’re ready.” He pinched one of my nipples and I cried out. “Turn over,” he said, his voice quiet but commanding. I did as he asked. I lay flat on my stomach and I felt him lowering himself on top of me and spreading my legs slightly. He positioned his cock between my legs and slid inside of me a little bit at a time. I gasped as I felt him completely in me.
“Ohhhh!” I moaned into the sheets beneath me. I’d never felt a man inside of me so deep, not even doing doggy style.
“You like it,” he said groaning on top of me, as he moved in and out slowly. I couldn’t respond with words so I cried out instead. He continued to fuck me that way a little longer and then he pulled out of me. I groaned with frustration, missing the feel of him inside of me. And he turned me over again, laughing at the look on my face. “Oh, Shelby, you’re going to have to learn to hide your disappointment a little bit better than that.”
“Stop teasing me!” I pulled his face down towards me so I could kiss him.