Page 8 of A Constant Surprise

Tiny moans escaped her as I kept licking and sucking, pushing her right to the edge before switching to the other breast. When my name fell breathlessly out of her mouth, I let out a low moan of my own. I loved when women said my name but hearing it out of Sam’s mouth was almost more than I could take.

Fuck. She’s driving me insane, and she hasn’t even touched me yet.

She looked into my eyes with her big green ones. “Fuck me,” she whispered.

That was it. There was no going back.

With a low growl, I laid her down on the couch and prepared to give her exactly what she asked for.

Chapter 5- Sam

What am I doing?

The words ran through my head, but were quickly silenced as Tyler lifted me off him and laid me on the couch.

He continued to tease my breasts which sent heat directly to my core making me insanely wet.

Clearly, he noticed. He took one hand and reached beneath my panties. “Fuck, Sam.” He growled. “So fucking wet.”

His stubble against my skin was just enough to add to sensation. I ran my fingers through his black locks that were styled perfectly pushed back from his face, and his crystal blue eyes met mine.

I let out a sound of disappointment as he lifted himself off me. I watched and tried not to drool as he took his shirt off. I couldn’t believe how gorgeous he was. He had a tan complexion that stretched over his beautifully sculpted arms, pecs, and abs.

Those abs. Good lord, there were eight of them.

Without his shirt, I could see that he had large tribal design tattoos that covered his shoulders and pecs but were still completely unnoticeable when he had a shirt on.

He had a slight smattering of chest hair but nothing to balk[MHL1] at. And a tiny trail of hair led down his abs and disappeared beneath the waistband of his boxers.

I bit my lip as I saw the bulge in his jeans protruding. Anticipation built inside me. I wanted those damn pants off.

Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long because he reached for the button, moving slowly as if to tease me…knowing how badly I wanted it.

Before he pulled them down, he stopped. I was practically panting like a dog in heat.

Four years without sex could make a girl a little desperate.

Four. Years.

He walked over to his desk drawer and pulled out a condom. Ripping it open with his teeth, he stalked back over to me.

He looked at me with those icy blues, and said, “Are you sure?”

I nodded so hard I felt like a damn bobble head doll.

He shot me a sexy as hell grin and pulled down his jeans.

Holy shit.

He was huge. Not just long, but thick. My eyes widened as I thought there was absolutely no way that was going to fit into my petite body. It would rip me open from the inside out.

But I didn’t voice any of these concerns. I didn’t want him to stop. I needed this. I needed him to make me forget. I needed him to make me feel something again.

Maybe after a good fucking, I can get out of this funk I’ve been living in for years.

He climbed on the couch in between my legs…stroking once again to make sure I was ready.

Without another word, he began to push into me going slowly…easing in to make it easier for my body to accommodate him.