"Sam that was the best massage I've ever received," I said as w walked out of the spa, holding hands. "Next time you have to let me do you." We made it to his car and after we both settled in, we headed to the next destination.
I thought back to the experience and the way Sam slowly rubbed my body. He surprised me by starting with my legs and moving up slowing, arousing me as he slowly worshipped my body. He knew my body and knew what turned me on. He knew how to please me, to make my muscles and body twitch with want. I could feel how he tried to show me intimacy with his movements and the way he put his all into the massage. Mr. Evans, at that moment, left and I don't t think Sam realized it. He was getting his pleasure, not from teasing or controlling me, but from the knowledge that he was truly caring for me. Something broke with this experience. I had time to think about him and me and this trip and I may be in the place where I'm ready to tell him how I feel. Oh gosh, I'm scared. What if his mother is wrong? What if Sam isn't ready for that type of commitment. Where would that leave us?
"My thoughts were interrupted when we pulled into the lunch spot. It was a small arborium that led to a restaurant. This place was gorgeous and the fragrances that hit my face as we walked to the restaurant were delicately placed. I felt like I was experiencing flavors without actually tasting them. Sam must have seen my face because he stopped us from walking and pulled my back into him. He wrapped his arms around me and laid on my shoulder as if he wanted us to enjoy the scents together. He whispered, "This is why I brought you here, so you can experience just how delicious I think you are." I had not words. I just pulled him closer, wrapped my arms around him and savored the flavors of
After 15 minutes of silence and connecting, we get into the restaurant, settle down, and take a look at the menu. Sam, for whatever reason, thought it would be a good idea to hold my hand while we wait to order. It made me fall for him even more. To experience him going from this dominantly sexual noncommittal man to one who is holding my hand in publish, being romantic, put me in an interesting head space. Could I actually see a real future with him?
"Lunch went smoothly and the food was just as delectable and enticing as the atmosphere. Sam was slowly seducing me with these experiences. I wanted him to take me to a hotel and let him have his way with me. I might have rubbed him hand, squeezed his thigh, or brushed his face in a way that told him I wanted him. He didn't fall for it. I guess he was determined to be the one in control of the bedroom when we got back to New York. At this point, I didn't care. I wanted him and I was willing to break my own rule and let him have me here and let him take control on Tuesday. He wasn't thinking like I was because we went back to his parents.
He pulled into the yard and it looked like no one was home. We parked and he quickly got out the car to open my door. As he helped me out, he kissed my hand, guided me to the door and told me to go in, get comfortable, and he'd be right in. I decided to freshen up a bit because I was so aroused that I ruined my panties. I decided that I'd just take a bath. I heard Sam walk into the room. He didn't stop there, he came into the bathroom and watched at the door as I got undressed. He didn't say a word, he just watched with his eyes growing darker as more clothes fell to the floor. I decided to give him a show. I sat on the edge of the tub, spread my legs and began to play with myself. He hissed and bit his lip, still watching me. It was so intense. He moved away from the door and he moved closer to me. He began to look into my eyes and I could see that Sam lost the control he had. Mr. Evans was back. He moved my hand and lifted me from the tub. He placed me on the sink and the only words I heard from his lips was, "Mercy, you are so fucking sexy." Then he ravished me. He pulled my legs forward and began to lick and suck me from clit to slit. I screamed because I was getting a release. He pleased every part of my pussy and examined his work like he was a scientist working on a project. I came over and over and Sam didn't stop. He kept liking and sucking, never touching me or pleasing himself. He just drank all of me. When he finished and I was catching my breath, he kissed my lips and whispered, "game still on."