couldn’t!’
‘Lovemaking is all about learning what pleases the other person, giving as well as receiving,’ Xander reassured her gruffly. ‘And I do want to give to you, Samantha,’ he added huskily. ‘Feel how much I want you.’ He placed one of her hands over his jeans, against his arousal.
Xander watched in fevered fascination as Samantha moistened the fullness of her lips with the tip of her tongue.
In anticipation of running that moist tongue over the throbbing fullness she cupped in her hand?
Xander certainly hoped so.
He held her gaze as he took her with him and moved back slightly until he was able to sit on the side of the bed and stand her in between his parted thighs. His gaze continued to hold the shyness of hers captive as he began to unfasten the buttons of the fitted white shirt she was wearing.
His breath caught in his throat as he slid the unfastened shirt down her arms to reveal the white satin and lace bra she wore beneath, the paleness of her skin a pearly white. ‘You’re so beautiful,’ he groaned in appreciation as his fingers caressed lightly across the swell of her breasts and down the length of her slender waist. ‘So, so beautiful, Samantha,’ he murmured, his arms about her waist as he nuzzled his face against the heated softness of her breasts encased in satin and lace.
Sam could barely breathe as she rested her hands on Xander’s shoulders for balance, the intimacy of this situation so beautiful. Utterly, utterly beautiful.
As was the man now kissing the tops of her breasts, his lips a heated caress as his hands roamed restlessly along the slender length of her back.
His hair felt soft beneath the fingers she entwined in its silky length, his T-shirt an arousing abrasion against her bared flesh as he continued to nuzzle and kiss her breasts.
Xander moved back slightly. ‘This has to come off,’ he murmured achingly even as his fingers dealt deftly with the fastening at the back of her bra and he slipped the straps down and off her arms before dropping it onto the carpet with her shirt. His eyes darkened to black as he drank in the sight of her naked breasts. ‘I absolutely love this.’ His fingers stroked lightly across the soaring eagle tattoo. ‘It’s almost as beautiful as you are.’
Sam felt beautiful under Xander’s appreciative ministrations, her breath catching in her throat as she felt the first touch of his lips against a bared nipple. Gently kissing first one, and then the other, over and over again, his tongue a slow and velvety rasp against her engorged flesh.
She made a husky groan of need in her throat, wanting, needing.
‘Yes!’ she hissed weakly, her fingers tightening in Xander’s hair and holding him to her as he finally suckled one ripe and aching berry deep into the heat of his mouth, his tongue no longer velvety as it rasped over and against that arousal at the same time as his hand cupped her other breast, rolling her nipple between finger and thumb.
Sam’s back arched into those caresses as the pleasure gathered between the heat of her thighs as she moved restlessly against him.
Xander fell back against the silk pillows covering the bed, taking Samantha with him, so that she now lay above him, her parted legs straddling his thighs.
He lay his head back on the pillows, lids narrowed as he cupped her beautiful and responsive breasts. Petite and firm, they were perfectly rounded, with deep rose-coloured nipples that were just begging for more attention from his hands and mouth.
Xander pushed the aching in his left thigh to the back of his mind as he raised his head slightly, his gaze deliberately holding hers as he slowly laved one ripe and juicy nipple with his tongue before suckling her deeply into the heat of his mouth, groaning low in his throat, his own arousal pulsing against her heat. He saw Samantha close her eyes in pleasure, an aroused flush to her cheeks as she leant into him, allowing him to suckle her deeper as she rested her hands on the pillows beside his head.
Sam looked down at Xander as she told herself over and over again in her head that she could do this, that she could just enjoy the moment. Enjoy Xander.
She gasped as his mouth on her breasts took her to a level of pleasure she had never experienced before, her position above him allowing her to arch herself slowly and rhythmically against him, the hardness of his arousal pressing against the heat between her thighs, the two layers of denim between them acting as an extra abrasion, until her breath came in short pleasurable gasps and she knew herself to be teetering on the edge of climax.
As if aware of that, Xander bit down onto her aching nipple at the same time as the finger and thumb of his other hand squeezed its twin, sending Sam over the edge of that pleasure and into the most intense and pleasurably prolonged orgasm of her life.
Sam gasped again as she rode out the pleasure of that orgasm, until her arms gave way and she collapsed against Xander’s rapidly rising and falling chest, his breath a harsh rasp against her as his arms wrapped around her.
She lay weakly against him, her own breathing ragged as her body pulsed in the aftershocks of that pleasure.
‘Are you okay, Samantha?’ Xander finally asked.
Was she okay? Sam had never felt so okay before in her life.
She felt liberated. She had experienced a freedom she had never known before.
Before Xander.
Her gaze was sultry as she sat up and looked down at him, feeling a triumphant thrill as she saw his eyes were dark with his own arousal; there was a flush to his cheeks, the gold of his hair tousled from the caress of her fingers.
‘I think we found the comfortable position, don’t you?’ Sam teased huskily as she continued to hold his gaze as she slid slowly down the length of his body, kneeling between his parted thighs as her fingers moved to the fastening at the front of his jeans.
She felt emboldened as Xander looked at her between narrowed lids, as she slipped the three buttons loose, revealing that he wore black body-hugging boxers beneath, his desire long and thick. Sam scooted back to pull his jeans down the long length of his muscled legs before discarding them completely.
She unfastened and pushed off her own trousers and panties before running her hands along the length of his long and muscled legs, from ankle to thigh, pausing to caress the slightly reddened scar on his left thigh, before her hands moved higher still, lightly caressing the length of his arousal through the thin material of his briefs.
‘Take them off, Samantha!’ Xander groaned as he moved restlessly against her, hands clenched into fists at his sides. ‘I want to feel your hands against me.’
He was just so gorgeous, Sam groaned inwardly as she slowly lowered the boxers, hardly aware of discarding them as her heated gaze remained fixed on the long and throbbing length of his arousal.
‘Touch me, Samantha,’ Xander encouraged gruffly. ‘Yes, just like that!’ He groaned achingly, his eyes closing as she curled the fingers of her hand about him and lowered her head to take him into the heat of her mouth.
Xander felt his control slipping within minutes as he watched Samantha’s head slowly bob up and down, the fullness of her lips wide about him, her wicked tongue rasping the length of him, the tingling at the base of his spine telling him he was very close to release.
His hands were gentle on her shoulders as he pulled her up and away from him, knowing he had to stop the torment before he did just that. ‘Not like that, Samantha,’ he groaned as he saw the disappointment of her expression. ‘I want to be inside you,’ he explained as he reached over and opened the top drawer of the bedside cabinet before taking out a condom.
‘Let me,’ Samantha offered huskily as she took the packet from him, tearing off the top before taking it out.
Xander felt that renewed tingling at the base of his spine as Samantha’s caressing fingers slowly rolled it over and then down the length of him, fearing that he wasn’t going to last long once he was buried to the hilt inside her heat. Not sure