what?" I was struggling to make sense of his words.
"We both love you. We both want you with us."
"What do you mean?" I searched his expression for some clue as to what the hell he could be going on about.
"I know you may not feel for Charlie what you feel for me, but that's okay. We talked about that, too."
"Of course I love her, but…”
He placed a chaste kiss to my lips, which shut me up. "We want you to be in a relationship with us."
"How?"
“Well, we'll need a bigger bed." The hint of the smile I loved crept over his lips.
I wiped at my eyes. "You're serious?"
He nodded, walking me back towards the bed and pushing my hand away from the towel. I grasped at it to keep it in place as his kiss made me start to harden. The effect he had on me was impossible to deny.
When we broke apart his voice was hungry. "The thing I've missed most about moving here is I don't get nights with you anymore. It's great sleeping with Charlie, but I miss you."
"I've missed it, too." My chest ached. "We can't. Charlie—"
He stopped my words with another kiss. "I told you she’s okay with it all."
He moved me to the bed so I laid back and he crawled up between my thighs. I moaned, and my head rolled back. I had to finish the conversation before I lost myself to what my body wanted. My head wasn’t in the right place for this. He kissed up my chest and over my Adam's apple.
Fuck! I pushed a hand into his chest, holding his mouth off my neck. “How? She's not even here. It was one thing when we were all together..."
Sam growled, forcing my thighs further apart with his knees as he reached between us, and all of a sudden I felt his dick against mine with just the towel preventing us from touching.
"I told you she’s okay with this, although she may jump you next time you two are alone. She’s a little sexual deviant, that one."
I relaxed my arm as he settled down against me. It all sank in, in feeling all of him. "Are you sure?" I was frantic for clarification at this point.
I turned my head dodging his kiss, but he went for my neck instead, placing open mouthed kissed over the length of it. He rubbed down on me, and my erection became painful. The contact and the closeness felt so good that I couldn't put words to it. It made sense why I was so easy with him. Everything I read clicked into place. He'd always taken care of me. I'd spent years falling in love with him.
“Shit, get those shorts all the way off." He had exposed himself, but I wanted them gone.
He shimmied them off then kissed me as he rutted against me, letting me feel every inch of him.
"Can I fuck you?" he panted when he finally lifted his face off my neck.
"God, yes. What are you waiting for?" I needed to feel closer to him. I craved the connection, the closeness. I wanted to give myself to him.
He dipped his head to lick over my nipples, my skin prickled and my back arched off the bed. How could anything feel this good? I wanted to get lost in the feel of him.
"I've never done it with a man," he said, his voice breaking.
"Me either." I chuckled awkwardly, pushing my fingers into his hair, and I gripped his head to bring his face up. "Go slow, please."
He nodded, crawling back up over me unknotting my hand from the towel. I let it drop away, and it barely covered my groin. I hooked a leg around him to hold his body to mine as I writhed under him. It felt so instinctive yet unnatural at the same time. My body seemed to know what to do even if my mind was whirling trying to find some solid ground where there was none. He bucked against me, and I met each thrust.
"I guess we'll figure it out," he said breathlessly as he lifted up and gripped the towel.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
He pulled it away and looked at me. I squirmed under his gaze.
He returned his mouth to mine, whispering, "You're going to have to let me blow you."
"Now?" I said, wondering how it would feel to have his mouth on me like that.
"No, I want to be inside you now, but it's been a
"We both love you. We both want you with us."
"What do you mean?" I searched his expression for some clue as to what the hell he could be going on about.
"I know you may not feel for Charlie what you feel for me, but that's okay. We talked about that, too."
"Of course I love her, but…”
He placed a chaste kiss to my lips, which shut me up. "We want you to be in a relationship with us."
"How?"
“Well, we'll need a bigger bed." The hint of the smile I loved crept over his lips.
I wiped at my eyes. "You're serious?"
He nodded, walking me back towards the bed and pushing my hand away from the towel. I grasped at it to keep it in place as his kiss made me start to harden. The effect he had on me was impossible to deny.
When we broke apart his voice was hungry. "The thing I've missed most about moving here is I don't get nights with you anymore. It's great sleeping with Charlie, but I miss you."
"I've missed it, too." My chest ached. "We can't. Charlie—"
He stopped my words with another kiss. "I told you she’s okay with it all."
He moved me to the bed so I laid back and he crawled up between my thighs. I moaned, and my head rolled back. I had to finish the conversation before I lost myself to what my body wanted. My head wasn’t in the right place for this. He kissed up my chest and over my Adam's apple.
Fuck! I pushed a hand into his chest, holding his mouth off my neck. “How? She's not even here. It was one thing when we were all together..."
Sam growled, forcing my thighs further apart with his knees as he reached between us, and all of a sudden I felt his dick against mine with just the towel preventing us from touching.
"I told you she’s okay with this, although she may jump you next time you two are alone. She’s a little sexual deviant, that one."
I relaxed my arm as he settled down against me. It all sank in, in feeling all of him. "Are you sure?" I was frantic for clarification at this point.
I turned my head dodging his kiss, but he went for my neck instead, placing open mouthed kissed over the length of it. He rubbed down on me, and my erection became painful. The contact and the closeness felt so good that I couldn't put words to it. It made sense why I was so easy with him. Everything I read clicked into place. He'd always taken care of me. I'd spent years falling in love with him.
“Shit, get those shorts all the way off." He had exposed himself, but I wanted them gone.
He shimmied them off then kissed me as he rutted against me, letting me feel every inch of him.
"Can I fuck you?" he panted when he finally lifted his face off my neck.
"God, yes. What are you waiting for?" I needed to feel closer to him. I craved the connection, the closeness. I wanted to give myself to him.
He dipped his head to lick over my nipples, my skin prickled and my back arched off the bed. How could anything feel this good? I wanted to get lost in the feel of him.
"I've never done it with a man," he said, his voice breaking.
"Me either." I chuckled awkwardly, pushing my fingers into his hair, and I gripped his head to bring his face up. "Go slow, please."
He nodded, crawling back up over me unknotting my hand from the towel. I let it drop away, and it barely covered my groin. I hooked a leg around him to hold his body to mine as I writhed under him. It felt so instinctive yet unnatural at the same time. My body seemed to know what to do even if my mind was whirling trying to find some solid ground where there was none. He bucked against me, and I met each thrust.
"I guess we'll figure it out," he said breathlessly as he lifted up and gripped the towel.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
He pulled it away and looked at me. I squirmed under his gaze.
He returned his mouth to mine, whispering, "You're going to have to let me blow you."
"Now?" I said, wondering how it would feel to have his mouth on me like that.
"No, I want to be inside you now, but it's been a
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