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MERCEDES
"You're not paying attention at all," Sam said.
Fighting a grin, I denied the truth.
"I am totally paying attention."
"Liar!"
I was a total liar, and I barely smothered a giggle, as I refocused my attention on the movie Sam had found after dinner, in the stash inside the cabinet.
All I knew, was, it was a Transformers movie, but I had yet to see a Dinobot.
Today had been one of the most chill days, I'd had in a long time.
After our talk by the pool, when I thought I could float right up to the sun, we'd hung out there for a few hours, talking about nothing in particular, until we were both starving.
Yeah, we'd picked at each other, but it was teasing, instead of fighting or being mean. It was almost like we were together, like really together. And it had been years since I'd felt that way.
At some point, around five minutes after the movie had started, Sam had gotten hold of my legs and placed them in his lap.
And that was pretty much at the point where I'd gotten distracted. It wasn't my fault.
It totally was all Sam's fault.
He started off with his arms folded across his chest, not touching my legs, while I rested against a pillow I'd shoved between my back and the arm of the couch.
But then, his hands had dropped to my ankles and I'd jumped a little at the contact.
All he'd done, was cast a sly grin in my direction, and my tummy had tumbled a bit.
His fingers had curled loosely around my ankles at first, and as I pretended to pay attention to the movie, he pretended not to be doing anything.
I bit down on my lip, when his thumbs started to move in slow circles around my ankles, and I almost tasted blood, when one of his hands traveled up my calf.
Those fingers worked deftly, easing the tension out of my muscles, but creating a whole different kind of tautness, throughout the rest of me.
When Sam reached the sensitive spot behind my knee, I swallowed a moan that would've embarrassed me.
Each pass of his fingers, each touch, sent waves of heat licking up my leg.
Blood simmered in my veins, as I desperately tried to curb my body's reaction. There was really no point, though. By the time his hand had reached the inside of my knee, I was having trouble sitting still and not squirming.
Sam's gaze was fastened on the many explosions occurring on the TV, and it almost seemed like he had no idea what he was doing to me.
But I doubted his innocence and I also doubted how, I'd be able to successfully pretend I wasn't affected.
But the most amazing thing that was happening, had nothing to do with the pleasure he was slowly creating inside me, but everything to do with the fact, I was even sitting there.
I was trying, like I said I would, and I wasn't letting my head get in the way, or allowing all the self-doubt to pile up on me.
I was just there...right there with him and no place else, and I wasn't letting myself go anywhere else.
And there were no outside influences. Well, other than the rather major influence, Sam was turning out to be.
Sam's hand reached the spot, where my legs were pressed together, and I swore my heart skipped a beat, as I stared at where his hand rested.
Slowly, I lifted my gaze and he was no longer paying attention to the movie.
Our eyes locked, and even in the low light of the living room, those bedroom eyes of his, were full of heat.
I caught my lower lip between my teeth, as I opened my legs to his wandering hand. One side of his lips tipped up in response.
He didn't look away, as he slid his hand further up, the tips of his fingers nearly reaching the sensitive crevice, near the apex of my thighs.
My heart was pounding, as his hand moved underneath the skirt of my dress.
I could barely catch my breath, as he turned his attention back to the movie.
I was completely lost, though. No pretending. My eyes drifted closed and then my head fell back against the thick cushion.
His touch was feather-light against the inside of my thigh, but it was still driving me crazy.
With each pass of his fingers, he came dangerously close to my center, never quite reaching there, and it was the sweetest kind of torture.
He touched, he explored and caressed, all without touching me there, but my desire was ramped up.
A tingling warmth invaded me, quickening my breaths, just as a fine tremor danced over my skin.
I wanted him...I needed him...to touch me where I ached.
Unsure of how much time had passed, I opened my eyes and found him watching me.
For a moment, I couldn't move, couldn't even drag in a deep enough breath. Then, I was moving without thinking, and there was something beautiful in that, the freedom.
I shifted onto my knees, and Sam must've been thinking along the same lines, because, he gripped my hips and hauled me into his lap.
A heartbeat passed, before our mouths came together, and there was no slow seduction in that moment.
We devoured each other, and when I pressed down, I felt how affected he was.
He might've looked like he'd been paying attention to the TV, but he'd been focused on what he was doing all along.
Sam's hands slid down my hips, under my skirt. And the rasp of his calloused palms over my skin, was probably one of the most sensual things I'd ever felt.
"I was wondering how long it would take you," he said, his lips brushing mine. "I was starting to get disappointed over here."
I laughed softly, but it ended in a moan, when he raised his hips against mine.
I clasped his cheeks, loving the way the bristle along his jaw tickled my palms.
"You were driving me crazy."
"Were?" he asked.
I kissed him.
"Are."
"That sounds better."
His hands smoothed over my bottom and squeezed, causing knots to form low in my belly.
And my body rocked against his, as he broke free from the kiss and blazed a path down my throat.
His hands moved deftly, sliding back down my legs, and then, they were at the top of my dress.
Before I could take my next breath, he'd tugged the top part down, exposing me.
The dress had one of those built-in bras, so now, there was nothing between me and his hungry gaze.
I cried out, my head falling back, as Sam's mouth found the way to the tip of my breast. He laved and nipped, as he teased and taunted me.
There was another explosion on the TV, and I was close to exploding myself.
He suckled greedily, once his mouth clasped down, and a riot of sensations floored me.
I moved on him, riding him in a way, that made me wish there were no clothes separating us.
One of his hands...I couldn't keep track of which one...made its way under my dress again, and I really loved where it was heading.
His fingers slipped under the band of my panties, toyed there for a few moments, and then slipped out.
But I didn't have a chance to be disappointed, because, the next thing I knew, I was on my back on the couch and his hands were on my knees.
"I want to taste you," he said, voice rough, and I shivered.
My mouth dried instantly, and there was no mistaking what he meant, when he said that.
I didn't protest when he eased my knees apart.
This was so intimate, almost too intimate.
Air lodged in my throat, and I fought against the urge to close my legs.
Thick lashes lifted, as his eyes met mine.
"You want this?"
Nervous and excited, I could barely get the word out.
"Yes."
"Thank fucking God, because, I've been dying to know what it's like, to have you come on my tongue."
Goodness, the words alone almost sent me over the edge.
He rucked the skirt of my dress up above my hips, and then, his hand slid down the inside of my leg, where he reached my panties and tugged them aside.
Cool air washed over me as his lips parted.
"Fuck. I want to get in there," he growled.
And I wanted him in there, wanted him everywhere.
As Sam lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me softly, my heart seemed to swell in my chest. It was such a simple, beautiful kiss.
Then, his hand was moving again, finding me with unerringly precision.
He skimmed his finger along the center, causing my hips to jerk. He then made another pass, as he lowered himself down my body.
For a brief moment, he stopped to linger at my breasts, and then his head was between my thighs.
"Oh God," I whispered. The image alone, of seeing him down there, was almost too much.
Then, he pressed a kiss against my thigh.
Suddenly, the swelling in my chest increased and there was a good chance, I'd float straight to the ceiling, maybe even beyond that, but he tugged me back down, when his mouth brushed over me.
"Sam," I gasped, my hands fluttering to his head.
The intimate kiss spun my senses, and he so knew what he was doing. It was wet and hot and shattering.
He kissed, he teased and he did things with his tongue, I didn't think were possible.
The way he worked me, told me that he enjoyed doing it. This wasn't a chore for him...oh no, he couldn't be happier.
Neither could I.
My head was kicked back and my hips arched, against the steady delving of Sam's tongue. I met his strokes, repeating his name over and over.
Raw and primal sensations pounded through me and tiny noises I didn't recognize, were making their way out of me.
Then, I felt his finger slipping through my wetness and my entire body clenched. \
Still, he went deeper and harder.
My eyes flew open, as I coiled tightly, and all I saw was him.
The release took me off-guard, pounding through me, and I was swept up in the intense pleasure.
Liquid heat poured through me, as Sam pulled back, kissing my inner thigh, before he rose above me, planting one hand on the arm of the couch.
He breathed heavily as he stared down.
"I've never heard anything more beautiful, than the sound of you calling out my name like that," he rasped.
"I never felt anything more beautiful than that," I admitted.
At that, the green of his eyes seemed to have deepened further.
"Then I guess, it was a first for both of us."
That swelling in my chest was turning into an epidemic, and every few seconds, an aftershock traveled through me, leaving me still shaken and breathless.
But I managed to say,
"Yeah."
He drew his hand down to my thigh and squeezed gently.
There was something in the way he stared down at me, that made me feel like one of the most beautiful women in the world, and there was something priceless about that.
Just a look, but it was possibly more powerful, than any words that could've been spoken.
Right about then, the craziest words known to man, tiptoed to the tip of my tongue.
I love you.
Oh God, those words were legitimately resting on my tongue, ready to be spoken.
My heart stuttered.
I loved him?
Was that really what I was feeling?
The swelling in my chest?
Or was it just lust?
No. I'd been in lust before. I knew the difference.
This...this tingling feeling in my fingers and the warmth in my chest, was not lust. It was hope and yearning and anticipation. It was tenderness and acceptance and a thousand other endless wants and needs.
When in the world did this happen?
I had no idea.
Did it start, all the way back during my freshman year?
Or was it over the course of a handful of days?
I love you.
For three little words, they were really terrifying. It was the power the words symbolized, the ability to change everything.
I couldn't say them, because, no matter how wonderful Sam was being to me, he couldn't feel the same way as me. There was no way.
My heart wanted to go there, but my brain was like, hell to the no.
But I could show him.
That was the best that I had.
I could show him just how much I cared for him, without truly putting that out there between us, and most likely ruining everything.
My hand shook under the weight of what I was feeling, as I cupped Sam's cheek.
I took a deep breath and said,
"Can we go upstairs? To bed?"
He stilled above me, as understanding crept into his handsome face. When he spoke, his voice held an edge, that sent a shiver across my skin.
"Babe, if we go upstairs and we end up in a bed, I'm gonna...well, I'm going to have one hell of a time stopping myself, from getting between those pretty legs."
My cheeks flushed.
"I wouldn't want you to stop."
His eyes widened, and a long moment stretched out between us, before he asked,
"You sure?"
I love you.
"Yes," I whispered. "I'm sure."
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