Blissful Surrender (19 page)

He slides down my body and kneels at my feet, throwing my shoes off, then undoing the fly of my jeans before gently pulling the denim down my legs. His change from rough to gentle muddles my brain as I struggle to keep up with the different sensations he’s treating my body to. Suddenly, his mouth is on me, starting with my toes, then an open mouthed kiss on the arch of my foot, his hands caressing my skin as they move up my now parted legs. I close my eyes, trying to absorb the experience of Sean on his knees worshipping my body. I feel his warm breath on my shaking thighs as he grips my hips and trails his tongue along the crease of my hip, so close to where my body aches for him to be. He repeats himself on the other side, his hands holding my hips down as they threatened to buck up against him.

“Patience, Sammy. You know …”

His voice tapers off as he runs his nose down the length of my wet slit. Even through my underwear there is no way in hell he can’t feel the damp material and smell just how much I’m aching for him. One of his hands moves, and with a growl and a rip, my panties are gone and Sean’s tongue is buried deep inside me, his fingertips biting into my skin in a delicious contrast as he devours my pussy like a starved man.

“Fuck, Sean!” I cry out as he shifts his attention to my swollen clit and grates his teeth across the sensitive nerves, bringing my body to spasms as he sucks hard. My body is running head first into a mind-bending climax. I’m unable to speak as I fall flat on my back and trust that Sean will take care of me.

And he does.

His mouth lifts off me as two thick fingers spear inside of me. I moan in ecstasy as he pulls out and adds a third. “Fuck, I love your pussy, Sammy. So wet, so eager. You’re gripping my fingers so tight. I can’t wait to feel you grab hold of my cock.” I’m a panting mess now, my breathing short and labored as I struggle to not come. Sean’s hand grabs mine and strokes my clit with my outstretched finger.

“Take yourself there, Sammy. I want to watch you make yourself come while my tongue is buried deep in your pussy. Do it now, Sammy.” Then his fingers are replaced with his tongue and I’m too far gone to care that I’m masturbating in front of this domineering man. I lift my head and meet his eyes which are watching my fingers rub my clit desperately, then I come - hard, screaming Sean’s name like an epitaph as he licks and sucks my pussy, tasting my climax as I slowly come back down to earth.

He stands and shrugs off his shirt and pants at the same time I sit up and throw my tee and bra off onto the floor. As I lean back into the couch, my eyes are drawn down his toned hard body to his cock. When I look back up at his face I’m met with a knowing smirk.

“I think you’ve had your fun, it’s my time now.” His voice is low, commanding, calling to me on an instinctive level that I had so missed over the years.

“Yes,” I whisper, my throat tight in anticipation of the promise of what Sean can do to me, the way he can make me feel. I can’t resist him.

I sit up in front of him, needing to touch him. Running my palms over his arms and around his hips, my mouth descends on his cock. I run my tongue across the head, the taste of this man intoxicating. Gripping him with my hand at the base, I wrap my lips around him and suck hard on the tip before lowering down the length of him and sucking my way back up again.

“Fuck, Sammy. I’m no saint and I’m definitely not a superhero with stamina of steel. I need my cock inside you now! ” he grates out, grabbing my forearms and lifting me up to my feet, attacking my mouth with an unleashed hunger.

I can do nothing but hold on for dear life as his tongue plunders my mouth. I try to keep up with him, but my mind and body are on different wavelengths. My brain wants to take my time and get my fill of this man, but my body wants everything now. In particular, his rather large cock. Inside me.

Stretching me.

Filling me.

He pulls away, his hot body against mine too much for my orgasm addled brain. “We don’t need safe words, we don’t need anything. You say stop, I stop. You say no, I stop. But unless you state otherwise, I’m going to give you exactly what you need, Sammy. I want you to bend over and hold onto the couch and not let go.”

My heart races and my breathing hitches as his words, his voice … fuck, everything surges through me.
This! This
is what Sean offers me, why we click. Why no other man has
ever
measured up. My knees are shaky as I follow his instructions, leaning over the couch and gripping the back tightly as I stand there with my back to him, the anticipation of what he’s going to do next threatening to drive me insane. Biting my lip, I look over my shoulder to find him standing directly behind me, looking at me, watching me, and fuck is it hot. The scorching heat in his gaze warms me all over. “Please, Sean. I need something,” I plead wantonly.

I feel his hands glide over the curve of my ass, rubbing the skin in a circular motion. “Fuck, I love your ass. So firm, yet soft … perfect for my hands. He runs his hands down the outside of my thighs, then back up again, his feather light touch electrifying my body, awakening my senses once more. His fingers glide between my legs, feeling how ready I am for him, and I whimper at the grazing touch.

“Almost, Sammy. Just remember to hold on and don’t let go. Do you trust me, sweetheart?”

There is no waver in his voice. No uncertainty. There is nothing but confidence and self-assured certainty in his words.

He is my Dom.

“Yes! Yes, Sean. Please, I need you to touch me.”

“Where, Sammy?”

“Anywhere! Everywhere!”

“I am. I will.” He leans his naked body over mine, his cock sliding between my legs, resting teasingly against my clit. “I know what you need, Sammy. Don’t. Let. Go,” he reiterates in my ear before gliding his hands from my shoulders down my back while peppering soft, wet kisses down my spine, the air cooling the skin in his wake. My body trembles as I wait for him to thrust his cock into me, but instead, I groan as he resumes caressing the globes of my ass, around and around, over and over. Then without warning he lifts one of his hands and spanks me. He fucking spanks me. I lift my head to stand up and feel his other hand pushing me down. My skin burns with heat, the sound of the slap of his hand more shocking than any short lasting pain. I moan as desire shoots directly down between my legs and when I arch my back, raising my ass to him, he chuckles to himself.

“I knew you’d like it. You’re a fucking natural, Sammy. Fucking perfect for me.” He resumes caressing my ass, my skin alive under his touch as he spanks me again. I lose track of time, my brain switching off as I focus on the pleasure Sean is giving me. My ass feels like it is on fire but so does my yearning for him. “Pleaseeeee,” I whine. I know I’m begging but right now my pussy needs his cock like a desert needs the sun. Desperately.

“I know, sweetheart, I know. Believe me, I know,” he murmurs as he dips two fingers inside of me. My walls tighten around him and he groans as he fucks me with them, easing the way for his cock. I smile knowing that he’s just as desperate as I am, my silence short lived as I cry out in relief and bliss when he removes his fingers, gripping my hips tightly before plunging his cock deep inside me.

He pulls completely out before pounding into me again. “Fuck, I love your tight pussy. I’m not going to last long. I’ve been hard since the café.”

“Don’t stop!” I yell as he takes me, over and over until my legs start to shake and I feel lightheaded, another orgasm surging toward me as his grip tightens on my hips, his fingertips biting into my skin.

“Come, Sammy. I want you to come. Now, Sammy!” he roars as he fucks me harder, faster, his cock filling me over and over until he plants himself deep inside me and calls out my name as he climaxes the same time as I do.

I lower my forehead against the couch as I struggle to catch my breath. My legs feel like jelly, but Sean wraps an arm around my waist as he leans over my body from behind once more, his clammy forehead resting against my shoulder as he stays inside me, not wanting to end our connection too soon.

“Better than before,” he murmurs as he places a soft kiss against my skin.

“Better than ever,” I add.

Sean

Since Sam and I got back together, we’ve focused on just enjoying each other’s company and getting to know each other again. There’s been no Ryan trouble, no work stress (well, no more than normal), and no unwanted distractions except each other, so between her shift schedule and my day and night jobs, we’ve been grabbing every chance we get to spend together.

Earlier tonight I gave her a key to the condo when she came around after work earlier tonight, a gift which she reluctantly accepted. This wasn’t because she didn’t want it. As she explained it, she didn’t want to rush things between us. When I replied that we didn’t need to waste any more time than we already had, her eyes softened and she accepted the key gracefully. I ended up pulling her hard against my body and kissing her into submission until her body was soft and pliant against mine, then I proceeded to take her on the kitchen floor while dinner was cooking in the oven. What can I say? I’m a man who can multi-task.

Now it’s after dinner (and a shower) and we’re both lying on the couch, Sam in front of me, while she watches Criminal Minds (yes, ironic, I know) and I’m reading a deposition. Aren’t we just the picture of domesticity?

When the commercial break comes on, I feel Sam wriggle around to face me. “I had lunch with Helen and Rico today.” Then there is silence while she waits for a reaction.

I put my papers down in my lap. “Mmm hmm. How is Helen? Still bugging you for details on how good I am between your legs?”

“Sean! No! Well, yes … but no. She was saying how she hasn’t seen you since college and how they’d love to meet up for dinner one night.”

“Sounds like a great idea. It would be good to catch up.”

“You sure?” she asks, sounding skeptical.

“Of course. But why don’t we invite them here for dinner instead of going out? We could have it on the rooftop.” Her eyes go wide before she grabs my face and pulls me into a kiss, one of her soft, gentle ones that start with her tongue gently tracing my bottom lip before she tentatively moves it deeper. That’s all I can handle before I take over control, holding the back of her head as I slant my head and probe my tongue deeper, sliding over hers as I explore her mouth, each kiss a new adventure, another chance to taste her.  

I ease out of the kiss, moving my hand down her back and cupping her ass, pulling her hips against my now very hard cock. One kiss and I’m raring to go with Sammy. It’s insane, but not unwelcome. “Why don’t you invite your partner and his fiancé? We can make it a dinner party.”

She looks at me and smiles, her expression one of confused awe. “Are you sure you’re real?” she squeezes my bicep, then cups my jaw. “You feel real.”

“I’m real … hard right now. Is this enough proof for you?” I roll my hips against hers again, groaning at the friction against my cock.

“You can prove that to me again in about thirty-four minutes once my program has finished.” She kisses me quickly before rolling back toward the TV as the program starts again.

I chuckle as I pick up my papers again to continue reading. “You bet your ass I will.”

Sam

I shrug on my standard issue, blue CPD shirt over my black, lace, demi bra and panties, quickly checking my watch to make sure I’m still early for my shift. Our early morning shower ten minutes ago had been a vigorous one, starting with Sean lifting me up and wrapping my legs around his shoulders as he feasted between my legs, making me cry out his name—which echoed throughout the condo - before he dropped me back down onto my feet, hooking his arm under one knee and driving into me, making me come apart again before he took his fill. The problem was, I didn’t get to do what
I
wanted to do to him.

Walking into Sean’s bathroom, my breath catches as I see the man in question standing in front of the bathroom sink, leaning forward with a hand on the edge bracing himself as he runs his old school, double-edged razor along his rough jaw. Dressed in nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist he looks every inch the sexy man I know he is. Rivulets of water reflect in the light, and I try to find the restraint to stay away from him.

But where Sean is concerned, restraint is not possible.

I catch his eye in the mirror as I slowly walk up behind him. His green eyes darken as he reads the lust-filled expression on my face. Raising a brow, he silently questions my intent before turning to face me.

“Sammy, what—”

I reach up and place a finger on his lips to silence him before leaning down and licking the irresistible drop of water off his pec. I look back up at him and gently drag my finger down his body, making a trail as I drop to my knees in front of him. “You’re killing me here …”

“Not yet, but give me a minute and I’m sure to come close.” I slowly pull the towel away from his waist, giving him a wry smile as I come face to face with my most favorite hard body part. My tongue darts out and licks the tip of his cock before I roll the head in my mouth and move down to take his whole length in my mouth. The clean, sandalwood taste of his soap fills my senses as I lose myself in him, sucking and rolling my tongue up and down his satin skinned length.