In the end, the truck was unnecessary. On a Tuesday night in July, he awoke in his own bed to the sound of clicking against his window. He blearily opened his eyes and looked at his clock. The glowing red numbers told him it was 12:07. He rolled over and woke the rest of the way up when he saw Leah's grinning face in his window. He slid it open.
"You came to see me!" He was shocked and happy. He had always been the one to crawl into her bedroom, not the other way around. "C'mon in!" He reached out to pull her in, but she shook her head.
"Nuh uh, you come out here! I've got something to show you."
He didn't hesitate for a second. He yanked a pair of shorts over his boxers and grabbed his sneakers from his closet before sliding out the window. She refused to tell him where they were going, but he followed her gladly. They ran through the forest hand in hand. It was awkward keeping a grip on her while they dodged tree limbs and jumped over tangled roots, but he managed it. He wasn't about to let her go.
They were both sweaty and a slightly winded by the time he realized where they were going. They passed charming little cabins and manicured beachfront before halting by a long brick planter filled with a tall hedge. "Wanna go for a dip?"
"Sure!"
He started to pull her toward the open ocean, but she tugged him back. "Not there, silly. We didn't have to come all the way to the resort to swim in the Pacific. It's freezing anyway, and worse at nighttime, you know?"
He had sort of been counting on it. He figured she'd have to cling to him for warmth in the frigid sea. Then he realized what was on the other side of the hedge. "Is it open?"
"Of course not. What fun would that be? They closed it at midnight." She showed him the locked gate, then led him around to the other side and pointed out a little gap between two of the bushes in the hedge. Higher up, the foliage melded into a seamless and neatly trimmed wall, but the opening at the bottom was just big enough to crawl through. The lights were off in the pool, but he could see the surface of the water reflecting the full moon above. She hoisted herself onto the brick wall, then disappeared through the little hole. A few seconds later her hand appeared, beckoning him in.
The pool was elongated and irregularly shaped, with little rounded pockets branching off from the main body that were shaded from the main resort and other parts of the deck by more plants. Grills were set off to one side for barbecuing, and tables and deck chairs lined the sides. They were alone. Leah grinned at him, grabbed a towel from the cabinet by the main entrance, and stripped off her shirt. He immediately started getting hard, and he was completely stiff by the time she wiggled out of her shorts and tossed them on a nearby chair.
He wished for better lighting, but the moonlight showed off her tantalizing curves even in the dark. She wore a brown bikini with a beaded pattern that she liked but he barely noticed. After all, what was under the bikini was prettier than anything she that decorated it. What drove Sam nuts wasn't the pattern, but the little clasp between her breasts. Whenever she wore it, he wanted to flick it open with his finger and let her spill out.
She turned around, temporarily depriving him of the sight of her breasts barely restrained by the little scraps of fabric, but then she bent over, and he stared openly at the little dip in her lower back where it curved out to become her ass. She dove into the water and surfaced a few feet away. "Come on it! It's perfect!"
He tugged off his shirt and shorts and jumped in feet first. He was sure she could see the way he was tenting his boxers, but the little smirk on her face showed him she didn't mind in the least. He cut toward her through the water, but she darted away. She could hold her breath a remarkably long time, and in the dark and without the illumination of underwater lights to guide him, he kept losing track of her as she swam near the bottom of the pool. He would head one way, chasing after her shadow, only to hear her pop up behind him or around a corner with a taunting giggle.
They played like that for a while, laughing and trying to keep quiet so they wouldn't get caught. She would brush against his legs and fling herself away. He would catch her by the waist, but she'd wriggle out of his grasp. She'd let him get close, allowing him the curve of her hip or a fleeting touch to her inner thigh, and then she'd dunk him and be off again.
He finally caught her (or she let him, anyway) and pinned her against the steps. He pushed her down playfully until she was sitting deep enough that her breasts were floating at the surface of the water, the gentle waves they created lapping up and down her skin, touching her in places he wanted to put his lips.
But he started with her smiling mouth. He licked and nipped at her until it was swollen and the taste of chlorine was gone. She wound her arms around him as he lowered her back, sliding an arm behind her to keep her from scraping against the rough concrete. He was in heaven. She was soft and warm and gorgeous and open and all his. The water kept buoying her up and bringing her into even closer contact than either of them intended. He kissed her slowly and softly, then hungrily and deeply, and he never, ever wanted it to end.
He made his way down her neck, finding the little spot under her ear that made her moan. He grinned to himself when she let out a needy little whimper, but shushed her to stay quiet so they wouldn't get caught. Then she wrapped her long legs around him and discovered that he was poking lewdly through the fly in his boxers, hard as a rock, and she teased him by wiggling against him until he groaned. He involuntarily pressed against her, the soft skin of her belly too tempting to resist. He whispered her name and sucked at the flesh of her neck, shifting himself down to keep himself from exploding in the water.
She responded by pushing herself higher. The little noises in the back of her throat told him that she wanted more. He needed no urging to pepper kisses over her breasts when she moved them into his view. He glanced at her to seek permission to tug the fabric aside, but her head was thrown back and she was gasping harshly. He pulled at the lycra until her left breast was bared to him, and he began to devour her nipple.
He was hungry. So hungry. He filled his mouth with her flesh and felt it pebble under his tongue. He suckled and licked and kissed her as she shoved her elbows into the support beneath her and arched into him. Then she began to cup her other breast in her own hand, wanting more stimulation, and he pulled away, letting her pop out of his mouth and hovering over her. One of his favorite fantasies was of watching her touch herself, and this was the closest she had ever come.
She stopped immediately. "Sammy?" She wanted to know why he had stopped. Then she saw him gaping at her hand, and it clicked. "Are you... Do you..."
He nodded furiously, unable to say the word "yes". She licked at her lips nervously and tentatively ran her finger along the edge of the fabric. He knew she was a little bit anxious, but it was the best tease he had ever witnessed. He willed her to move with his mind.
He almost whooped in triumph when she stroked at her hardened nipple through the cup. He watched her, mesmerized, until she moved her hand to the clasp. Then he brushed her hand aside. He wanted to do that, and with a flick of his finger, he popped it open and it fell to her sides.
Damn. Her tits were perfect. He stared at her, not even blinking.
For once, she didn't seem to know what to do. He was frozen, doing nothing but looking. It wasn't as if it was the first time he had seen them, but it felt like it. "Sammy?" she whispered.
He couldn't make himself talk. But he mouthed the word, "Please," and like always, she somehow figured out what he meant. She sat up to free both her arms of supporting her against the steps, and he inched back and out of her way. And there was only one reason he would be moving away from her right now: the view. So she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Then she began to rub at her own breasts, and he wondered if he could stop blinking altogether so he wouldn't miss a fraction of a second of what she was doing. She cupped their weight in her hands, then brushed her thumbs over her pointed nipples, and he moaned her name. Her eyes popped open and she looked at him looking at her, but he couldn't raise his eyes away from what she was doing. He was pretty sure he looked like a slack-jawed idiot, but there was nothing he could do about it. Particuarly when she started rolling her nipples between her fingers.
His hands twitched. He didn't know what to do with them. All at once, he wanted to rip her hands away and replace them with his own, beg her to slide her hand into her bottoms, grab his impossibly hard dick and yank at it until the immense pressure in his balls was released, tear her bikini bottoms off her, plunge his fingers into her body, bury his dick deep into her virgin passage and make her his. He couldn't decide which to do, and he reached for her hip.
Then a door creaked open and they heard footsteps on the path outside the pool. Both of them froze. Leah's eyes widened hugely, and he saw her pulse fluttering rapidly in her neck. His heart was pounding as fast as hers.
The footsteps approached the main gate of the pool. He looked past Leah's head and saw a shadow moving toward them. He was paralyzed. He could visualize what would happen next. The gate would open, the lights would flood on, and not only would they be caught, some pervert would see everything his LeeLee had to offer. She would be on display.
Should he grab her and pull her out? Dive under and try to hold their breath until he left? Could they outrun the guy? Should they leave their clothes behind just to get out? Should they shove him into the pool and sprint through the open gate? But chances were that they'd probably know him. They knew everyone on the reservation, and everyone knew them. Even if they got away, their parents would be notified if they were seen.
But before he reached the gate, the clerk turned and followed the path leading to the cabins. Sam and Leah let out shaky sighs of relief. She hastily refastened her top, and while the staffer was occupied elsewhere, they grabbed the towels and their clothes. As she quickly tried to dry herself enough to get her clothes back on, though, they heard more voices coming back toward them. He tugged her into one of the little alcoves off to the side, and she pressed herself into his chest, clinging to him as they listened.
The sound of rolling luggage provided a constant cover over their breathing, which sounded loud in their own ears. An irritated female voice was complaining, "Well, we've paid enough for real climate control. It's much too hot to go without air conditioning."
The clerk tried to placate her. "I'm so sorry about that, Mrs. Richardson. The room isn't as luxurious as the cabin, but the air conditioning definitely works."
"It's not really the same, is it? And it's not what we paid for."
"Obviously we will refund you tonight's rate. And we can have it fixed tomorrow. The maintenance man will be here at eight. Perhaps I can toss in free spa services to help make up for it. By tomorrow night hopefully we can get you back to number 7. I'd give you another cabin tonight, but they're all occupied. Those units fill up fast."
Another voice added, "That sounds nice, doesn't it honey? I know you like massages."
The voices headed back to the main building. "You could have a deep tissue massage, or the hot rocks massage gets rave reviews. And do you folks like to golf?" They heard a distinct tap amongst the sound of rolling luggage and footsteps, and then their potential audience was gone.
Sam and Leah let out matching sighs of relief. When they pulled apart, they looked at one another and instantly knew their next stop. They made their way out of the hole in the hedge, and she pointed toward the door the couple had entered. They carefully picked their way around, and then they saw it. A keycard lay on the sidewalk. They had heard it fall to the ground.
"You wanna?" she asked with a wicked grin.
"What do you think?"
It was nicer than he had hoped for. A sitting room was in the front, and there was a kitchenette to the side. An empty bottle of wine sat on the counter, and two mostly empty glasses were on the coffee table by the couch. A fireplace was set in the wall between the sitting room and the bedroom, and the bedroom had a picture window overlooking the Pacific. They didn't turn the lights on, not wanting to alert anyone to their presence, but Leah spotted candles on the mantle above the fireplace and lit one. She closed the curtains and carried it into the bathroom. It was the most luxurious one either of them had ever seen. A jacuzzi tub sat next to a frameless glass shower with a seat in the corner, and the entire room was done in white tile and marble. "I think I should wash all the chlorine off. I smell like chemicals," she whispered. The light from the candle showed a mischievous sparkle in her eye.
He gulped. "Good idea."
He didn't ask what they were doing, and she didn't offer. But they both knew what was going to happen. He took the candle from her and set it on the vanity behind him, and the mirrors on the adjacent walls reflected the light around the room. He saw her reaching into the shower to turn it on, and while it warmed up, she slowly removed her clothes and her wet bikini.
She was beautiful, and she was all his.
She stepped into the warm, running water, turning her face into the spray, and the candle reflected the droplets coursing down her lovely body. He wanted to be the water. Then she brushed it from her eyes and held her hand out to him.
His paralysis turned into a pressing need to get to her. He flung off his shirt, and it landed in the jacuzzi. His wet boxers stuck to his shorts, and they both tangled around his ankles. He tripped and nearly went careening into the edge of the sink, but caught himself with his flailing arms purely by chance.
"Smooth," she snickered. It made her breasts jiggle, so his embarrassment was overshadowed by lust. They laughed at him together until he joined her in the shower, and then their giggling turned into moans. He kissed her again and again, and then he tried to figure out what to do next, because there were probably some steps between getting naked and having sex.
He started with the shower's usual purpose. He took the little bottle of shampoo off the shelf and massaged her scalp while she grinned up at him. He piled suds on the top of her head and then blew them onto the back wall with a puff of his breath before helping her rinse them out. He gripped her hips and kissed her hard while he tried to figure out the mechanics of having sex in the shower. The best thing he could think of was bend her over the little seat built into the back wall and take her from behind, but he knew that wasn't romantic enough for their first time. While he mentally flipped through all the positions he knew from the porn he had watched, he took down the soap and decided to run his hands all over her tempting body while he figured out what to do. He discovered that she had shaved absolutely everywhere, which she had never previously done, and he was absolutely thrilled at the thought that maybe she had planned it all. He blurted out the question before he could stop himself, his fingers tentatively exploring her smooth lips. "Did you plan all this?"
She grinned up at him and cocked a brow. "Are you asking me if I broke the air conditioning unit to this cabin?"
"Oh, jeez, of course not. But did you think maybe..."
She tipped her head down, looking at his chest, but nodded. Very quietly she answered, "I thought... I didn't know. Maybe? But this is..."
He was the luckiest guy on earth. "This is perfect. You're perfect," he whispered. She was still looking at his chest, so he tipped her chin up and kissed her until they both forgot what they were talking about, and then his hands resumed their course over her body.
The soap made her even smoother and more touchable than she normally was, which he had thought was impossible. He greedily palmed her breasts, her waist, and her bottom with his slippery hands. He kissed a path down wherever he had just rinsed, continually getting distracted from his attempt to determine how to make love to her by the way her waist curved into her hip, or a reflection of the candlelight off her bronze skin, or a droplet of water falling off her nipple.
Then she grabbed the little bottle of bodywash and started to lather his skin, and he totally forgot that he was trying to plot out exactly how to lose their virginity.
Her hands on him felt amazing. He was pretty sure he'd never be able to take another shower without remembering this and jacking off, either. She turned him around and soaped every inch of his back, finding sensitive spots he had no idea existed. She reached around to his front and traced her fingers along his wiry muscles, making little circles and slowly moving toward where he really wanted her to go. But after she finished washing his stomach, instead of dropping her hand around his stiff length, she knelt down and washed his buttocks, legs and feet. She let her hands brush against his balls, causing him to shudder, but that was all. He tried to turn around to return the favor, desperate to get his hands on her body, but she stopped him with her hands on his hips. "You're not clean yet," she whispered, and he heard her pouring a little more soap into her palm. He grunted in frustration. He needed to touch her. He had to get inside her. He needed it like he had never needed anything.
And then she reached around and grasped him in her right fist. He couldn't stop himself from bucking his hips forward and fucking her hand. She pressed herself against his back, and the heat of her body and the steamy little room made him dizzy. He embarrassed himself when he heard a broken moan echoing in the room, wishing he sounded like he had some semblance of control over himself. But her only response was to reach her other arm around and cover more of his length with her other soapy hand. She tightened her two-fisted grip on him and whispered, "Feel good, Sammy?"
All he could figure out how to say was her name. He managed to hold himself still so she could pump him without his sloppy movements getting in her way. How was it that this felt so much better when she did it? It didn't make any intuitive sense. His hands were bigger than hers, and he always knew how tightly to hold himself. But she always felt amazing. And she certainly looked better. He looked down, and the reflected candle threw just enough light that he could see what her fingers looked like on his body. The combination of sight and touch put him right on the edge.
But he didn't want to spill himself all over the floor of this shower. He wanted to come inside of her. She shifted one hand down to roll his balls in her palm, and he had to reach out for the wall to keep from falling. He was close. So close. He need to stop her. "LeeLee... I'm... I don't want to..."
From his swaying, she sensed that he was barely hanging on. She let him go and he turned to face her, and before she could say anything, he crushed her to him with a kiss.
When they finally parted to breathe, she whispered, "I know, Sammy. But I want you here." She touched her lower lip with a slender finger, and her big eyes showed him that she wasn't trying to manipulate him with her seductive behavior. It was just the unvarnished truth. He couldn't possibly resist her tempting offer. "I think you'll still..."
He cut her off with another kiss. She didn't need to finish the sentence. He was so aroused that they both knew he wouldn't need any recovery time for a second round. And maybe this way he wouldn't explode the very second his straining tip touched her pussy.
She dropped down, and the very sight of her naked and dripping and on her knees was one he would never forget. He pushed the showerhead aside so she wouldn't drown, and then her mouth was on him. She kissed her way from the base of his shaft to the head, and then she ran her tongue along the edge. She already knew where he was most sensitive, so she spent extra attention on those spots. She held him fast with one hand, and with the other she cupped his balls. He throbbed and ached and had to hold onto the walls of the shower to stay upright.
Then she peeked up at him through her wet lashes and sucked him into her mouth. God damn. He heard himself muttering about how beautiful she was. She took him as deep as she could go without triggering her gag reflex, and she used her hands to stimulate everything she couldn't reach with her lips and tongue. Amongst the intense sensations, he found himself wondering what he'd done to deserve this. She was so ridiculously good at what she was doing. She wanted to please him so badly, and she paid close attention to every one of his reactions and adjusted to them. She knew him nearly as well as he knew himself, and in this, she actually knew him better. She used it to full advantage.
Over the sound of the running shower, he heard her muffled moans. Like everything she set her mind to, she tended to him with enthusiasm and gusto, and the fact that he knew she loved what she was doing made her even sexier than she was to begin with. She alternated between deep sucking, undulating her hot tongue against his shaft, and bobbing her head in time with her hand. Time and time again she brought him to the brink, but every time she felt his balls tightening up in preparation for his imminent explosion, she backed off to light, teasing kisses that drove him mad. And when she was sure he wouldn't come, she took him in as deep as she could go. She hummed and groaned like he was the best thing she had ever tasted, like she was as hungry for him as he was for her, and he felt the vibrations around the sensitive head of his dick.
When he couldn't take it any more, he pulled his right hand from the shower wall and threaded it through her hair. She knew what that meant, looking up at him once more. She moaned wantonly and dipped her head forward, tightening her grip with both hands, and she suckled deeply. He struggled to keep his eyes open, because she was his greatest fantasy come to life. He shuddered and shot hot liquid ropes down her throat.
Usually she kept her mouth on him, gently licking, until he was soft. This time he was too needy, even after what she had done for him. He had to give her the bliss she had just granted him. He pulled her to her feet, kissed her until he had licked every trace of himself off her lips, and pushed her onto the little seat set into the corner of the shower. He knelt between her legs, spread her knees apart with his hands, tugged her to the edge, and went straight for the kill.
He knew from experience that she became incredibly aroused from going down on him (and he also knew from hearing other guys' gossip that it wasn't true for many girls, so he added that to the very long list of things that made him the luckiest guy on earth), and sure enough she was soaking, and not just from the shower. Her hands were already tight in his hair, a sure sign that she was close. He didn't torture her. Other times, he might have teased her by plucking at her nipples, kissing his way up and down her thighs, teasing her opening with his fingers. This time she had been aching ever since their aborted embrace in the pool. Besides, he also knew that she could orgasm over and over, depending on what he did. Once he got her going, she was very responsive. He drew her thighs over his shoulders, parted her with his thumbs, and he descended on her clitoris.
She immediately began to wail. The sound set off something deep in his gut. He had to make her as crazy and she made him, and he was desperate to do it as quickly as possible. He licked on either side of her clit, and her wail changed to a whimper. He moved down to plunge into her entrance, and he fucked her as best he could with his tongue. He could hardly wait to do the same thing with his cock, which had been screaming at him to find its way home, here with her, for months, for years even. She squirmed and panted and cried out his name, and then she started to beg. He didn't want her to suffer, not at all, so he returned to her clitoris and kissed it gently before flicking his tongue rapidly over the stiff nub. He snaked his arms behind her to pull her as close as possible, and her legs stiffened around his ears. He'd probably suffocate, but he'd die in the happiest place on earth, and he'd die happy.
Except he'd still be a virgin, technically. He tipped his head enough that he could breathe, and he sucked her clit into his mouth. She came apart around him, bucking her hips uncontrollably, shaking from head to toe, and crying out what was probably supposed to be his name.
He felt like a god.
Before she came down from her high, he slipped a finger into her. He had never really lost his erection, which was now harder than it had ever been. He was more than ready, but she wasn't. Not quite. Not if he wanted it to be as good as it could possibly be. Because she was tight. So fucking tight on his finger. He had never tried to put more than two inside her. He certainly didn't need to in order to make her orgasm all over his hand. But tonight he knew he would hurt her, and he figured that at the very least, he could try to stretch her out a little.
She was still spasming and clenching when he curled his finger into her g-spot. Her first orgasm rolled directly into her second, and he sat back to watch it. She was so gorgeous. She had let go of his hair and was gripping the edge of the seat, her arms stiff, her body arched, her breasts thrust forward with her head thrown back. He didn't think there could possibly be a sight more arousing than Leah Clearwater coming because of him. He added a second finger, and she widened her legs and pushed herself down against his hand. "Fuck, LeeLee."
"Sa-am!" She could barely speak, but she had to say his name. Her hips twisted against him. "Sam!"
He didn't recognize his own voice when he told her, "You're so fucking beautiful." He sounded guttural and harsh. He kept stroking her from the inside, not thrusting his fingers but gently pressing them against her rhythmically in the way he had learned could extend her pleasure without overstimulating her. "I'm gonna..."
"Yeah. Yeah," she panted. She nodded helplessly, finally regaining enough awareness to look back down at him, and he added a third finger. Shit. He could barely work it in despite how wet she was. She winced and stiffened, and he started to remove his hand instinctively. "No, don't stop," she said.
But he felt a different kind of warmth against his fingers, and he saw a dark spot appear on the marble under her. He stilled his movements. "But you're... you're..."
"I know. Just... please..." For once she was as incoherent as he. "I want you. I want this."
So he did the only thing he could think to do. He started to thumb her clitoris gently, wanting to give her some pleasure to counter the pain.
"Oh! Oh... oh... oooooh..." Her head fell back again, and he wasn't sure if it was working or not. Her orgasm had ended when the pain began. She was insanely tight, but she wasn't clenching on his fingers anymore. So he twisted his hand to make room for his tongue, and he began to lap at her clitoris again. "Sammy! Oh god, Sam!"
She started to roll her hips into his face, and he was sure he had done a good thing. He sped his tongue against her, licking in circles for a few seconds before drawing the flat of his tongue against it. After a minute of that, he started to feel telltale spasms around his fingers. He smiled against her, and he gently began to press them in deeper. He slowly stretched her out as he worked her clitoris, trying to ignore the throbbing of his dick, which wanted nothing more than to feel her amazing heat sheathing him.
Soon he had three fingers buried as deep as possible, and she was squirming around him. But she was trying to get him even deeper, not push him away. He pursed his lips and kissed her again and again. In between kisses he started to thrust his fingers, and she moaned and gasped alternately in a way he had never heard before. He didn't know what it meant. "Does it hurt, LeeLee? Am I hurting you?"
"No... Ugh... Yes..." He halted abruptly. "No! Don't stop... Mmmm... Both. It hurts but please don't stop." He kept watching her as he carefully resumed thrusting his fingers. The tight grip of her walls wasn't rhythmic enough to be another orgasm, but she seemed close. "I... I... Sammy... Sam..." He knew she wasn't just chanting his name. She wanted his attention. He was ridiculously proud of reducing her eloquence to this broken rambling. She was trembling and shaking, and he knew that if it weren't for the leg she still had thrown over his shoulder, she would have slipped off the shelf.
He couldn't stop himself from smirking as he found the spot inside her that made her turn to jelly. He began to massage it on each stroke, and she started to hum in the back of her throat. "Do you like that?" He was afraid she was still hurting, and he had to ask if she felt good.
"Y-Yeah," she panted.
He wanted to send her over the edge, so he thumbed her clitoris again, and it was enough. She was coming apart again on his hand. She cried out and stiffened, and her walls locked down on his fingers.
He couldn't wait any longer. He had to be inside her. The second she opened her eyes, he removed his hand and rose up on his knees and tried to line up at her entrance. But she was slippery, and the water started to run cold behind him. She squealed when it hit her skin, and she slid around on the seat when he slipped on the wet marble beneath him while trying to turn off the water, and they laughed as realized they were as likely to break bones as they were to finally have sex.
They didn't bother to dry off. Neither of them could wait that long. Besides, the room really was warm, as the air conditioning was indeed broken, just as the Richardsons had complained. He grabbed the candle on the way out of the bathroom, because he wanted to be able to see her. She was so gorgeous that it hurt him, it literally hurt him. His cocked ached to finally be inside her the way he had been dreaming about for years.
He set it on the nightstand while she turned back the covers. The couple inhabiting the room had not apparently made it to the bed before they decided they wanted a different room. As much as he itched to touch her, he couldn't resist the sight of her naked, still dripping, and bent over the king sized bed. He could see her pussy waiting for him. He wanted to take a picture, although part of him was still nervous about being able to fit inside her. He knew it must be possible, but the physics still seemed improbable at best, because he was bigger than his three fingers. Then she climbed up and turned toward him, extending her hand. It was the best invitation he had ever gotten.
There was no way to resist, and no reason to. They fell back onto the bed together, coming together like magnets. He kissed her passionately as her slim, toned legs wrapped around his. He gripped her tightly to him as he lost himself in the taste of her mouth. She was sweet and soft and warm. But her skin was hot and wet, and when she tilted her hips up, he felt that she was even hotter and wetter there. They were ready.
And there was no one else he wanted here with him. No one else he wanted to give himself to completely. There couldn't be. Other girls might be pretty, but only she was this beautiful. Other girls might be willing, but he only wanted her. Other girls might be seductive, but only she knew exactly how to touch him. Other girls were friendly, but only she knew him so intimately. Other girls might be kind, but no one was as generous with themselves as she was. Other girls might even care about him. But only she could love him this perfectly. And he could never love anyone the way he loved her.
He pulled back to look at her, and she opened her eyes and nodded at him wordlessly. He couldn't help himself. He knew she wanted him to enter her, finally enter her, but he had to take one more look. He raked his eyes over her beautiful form. She was open beneath him. Her skin glistened, her copper color just a shade lighter than his. Her breasts were full, perfect teardrops topped with hard, tempting brown nipples that he loved to draw into his mouth, and they were trembling. Her stomach was flat and smooth, her navel a sexy little dip in the middle. Her waist was narrow and small and gave way dramatically to curved hips. And she was bare now, her sex naked, slick, and ready for him. He reached down, and so did she, and together they guided him into her body.
It was perfect. There was no other way to describe it. Slowly, so slowly, he inched forward. She gasped as he stretched her. She was tight to the point of resistance, and he hesitated. Despite his preparations, she was still so small, and he was big, and there was nothing for it. But she sank her nails into his buttocks and urged him forward. Then the head of his cock was fully inside her, and he stopped just to savor the sensation. He kissed her again because he couldn't stand to hurt her, but she kept urging him on.
It was unbelievable. It was better than he had ever imagined, partly due to the fact that every nerve ending in his body was firing off with signals of sheer bliss, but mostly because this was LeeLee, his LeeLee, underneath him and surrounding him.
"Sammy," she whimpered, and he couldn't resist the pleading tone any longer. In one swift move, he bottomed out inside of her, and together they wailed. He heard the pain in her voice, but her legs were locked firmly around him, and there was nowhere for him to go. So he stayed. He stayed inside of her, and he never wanted to leave, because it was simply the best thing he had ever experienced. But for her he knew it was not the absolute perfection it was for him. He watched tears of pain trickle from the corners of her eyes and he kissed them away. He whispered her name over and over, because no other word held so much meaning, and she understood. He held himself still inside of her and resisted the mounting urge to thrust. He kissed her cheeks, her nose, her lips, her chin, and her neck, and he looked at her looking at him.
"I love you so much," she whimpered.
All he could do was groan her name again. He pushed back far enough to look at her more fully, to memorize how insanely beautiful she was this way, cradling him. The movement shifted him so that his public bone rubbed against her clitoris, and she gasped in pleasured surprise. He cursed as he felt her clench around him, becoming even tighter than she already was. He slid his hand between them and began to rub her clitoris. But it was clumsy with his hand wedged between them, so he sat back on his heels and pulled her bottom onto his thighs, involuntarily thrusting out and into her again. She gasped and her eyes grew even wider, but she kept her legs locked firmly around him.
When he was seated fully in her again, he realized what a good idea it had been to sit back. He could see all of her this way, the most gorgeous creature on earth wrapped around his cock, he could finger her clitoris this way, and he wouldn't pump into her until she was ready.
And he had never been so hard. He had never wanted anything as much as he wanted to pound her into the mattress. But more than that, he wanted her to feel good. He had learned from ample practice that touching her was best with lubrication, so he tenderly stroked his fingers against her cheek, and then he found her full bottom lip. "Lick it," he murmured.
Her breath caught, and she slowly parted her lips. He inserted his thumb, and she got the idea. She circled the tip with her tongue, the same way she did when she was sucking on his cock, pulling at him seductively until he took his thumb from her mouth and started rubbing her sensitive nub. He touched her gently, knowing she was starting to feel good by the way she shuddered against him. Her trembling body felt amazing all around him. So he sat there, keeping his hips as still as possible, and he worked her clitoris with his hand. His other hand felt useless, so he decided to try stimulating her further. He placed his open palm over her breast. She cried out as her eyes fell shut, so he began to tug at her nipple with his fingertips.
Leah started to squirm. She ran one hand through her hair, gripping it tightly, and she fisted the sheets with the other. She alternately panted harshly or cooed meaningless, pleased sounds. She was so goddamn sexy. He couldn't figure out where to look. She was frowning and her eyes were squeezed shut, but it was obvious that her pain was either merging with or turning into pleasure. She kept licking her lips as her mouth went dry from her increasingly loud gasps, or biting the bottom one. Her breasts were as beautiful as ever, and he always loved looking at his own hands on them. The subtle muscles in her stomach twitched as she squirmed. He was infinitely glad that she had had the foresight to get him off in the shower; otherwise there was no way he would have lasted for more than a few seconds inside her. Because no matter where else he tried to look, his eyes kept returning to his thumb on her clitoris right above the spot where he disappeared inside her.
Fuck. He was inside her. His dick was nestled inside her pretty, swollen, bare pussy. It was awe inspiring. It was intense. It was unbelievable. It was amazing. It was truly fucking awesome.
"Saaam," she breathed and squirmed on him some more, causing him to buck a little. "Oooh!"
"Yeah?" She arched her back and rolled her hips around him. Fucking hell. He released her breast and grabbed onto her hip. "Shit, LeeLee. I-I-I can't stay..." She did it again and he shuddered inside her. Damn it! He stopped rubbing her clitoris and splayed his fingers over her belly. "I can't stay in control when you do that!"
"Then don't. Let go!" His heart fell into his stomach. Oh no. He thought she was really starting to enjoy herself. He wanted to cry, but he started to pull out. She let out a shaky sigh at his movement. "Yeah. That's... Now just..." And instead of pushing herself off his thighs and letting him slide out of her, she dug her heels into her back and pulled herself fully onto him. "Oh god!"
Shit! The friction was amazing. But what was she doing? She told him not to keep going. He started to pull out again, but she reached up to press her hands against the headboard and pushed herself back down onto him with the hottest moan he had ever heard. "Ahh! Fuck! LeeLee! Baby, what are you doing?"
Her eyes popped open and she looked up at him incredulously. "What do you mean? What does it look like?"
He would have busted out laughing if he wasn't so confused and aroused. He tightened his grip on her hips to keep her from moving again, because she was starting to circle her hips around him in a way that was making it impossible for him to hold still. "You told me not to keep going. To let go of you," he protested.
She blinked a few times and then broke out into a huge grin. "Not to let go of me, Sammy, to let yourself go," she explained.
"You like this?" he asked. He had to be certain.
She squirmed around him some more, and he had to struggle to keep his eyes and ears open so he could be sure of her response. His body was screaming at him to rut at her like an animal, but he couldn't stand hurting her. She started to pout, and it was irresistible. "Yeah, it's soooo good. It hurts but I need more." He moved his thumb back down to press on her clitoris, and she bucked again, causing shockwaves to radiate up his spine. "Ooohh..."
She was so hot. Now that his fear of hurting her had dissipated, he realized just how close he was to the edge. She was just too much, and she was so reactive to him.
Finally she begged. She sounded like she was about to cry. "Move, please. Sammy, please. Make me come!"
Her plea shut down his brain and prompted pure instinct to take over. Sam descended on her. He slid his hands under her knees and bent her back, opening her to his assault and pressing his fists into the mattress at her sides, and he started to thrust. Leah's begging turned into whimpers, each one broken with hitching gasps of breath while he pulled back, then into cries as he snapped forward and plunged himself back into her depths. He pounded into her, faster and faster. He started to slip, so he rocked back on his heels and changed his angle for balance, and on the next thrust, he struck something inside her. He would have known it just from the spasming of her pussy around his cock, but her nails digging into his forearms and the throaty volume of her cries confirmed it.
He was making her come. He could hardly believe it was happening. He was inside his precious girl, his LeeLee, his best friend, his beautiful fantasy, and he was making her come. The realization set him aflame. She set him on fire with her words, her body, and her love. He lowered her legs so that he could wrap his arms around her, but he didn't stop pumping. His fuse was lit, and he couldn't stop it if he tried. He was so close. He was burning. He snaked his right arm under her waist and his left along her back to grasp her shoulder, and he buried himself inside her.
The fuse reached its end, and fireworks exploded from his body into hers, sending flames rocketing between them. He split into a thousand pieces, and when the fragments came together and coalesced, he heard her panting into his ear, "I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you."
He fell asleep cradled within her.
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He woke up to the sound of hissing, and he pried his eyes open when Leah pulled away from his embrace. She sat up in the unfamiliar bed. It was still dark out, but the sky was turning from black to a shade of dark blue. He knew without a doubt what had happened the night before, but the very end was fuzzy at best.
"LeeLee?" he croaked.
She stopped moving and looked at him over her shoulder. Her naked back was tantalizing. "Morning, Sammy."
He reached out to touch her skin. He loved waking up next to her, and he didn't want her to go anywhere. He was almost as happy about sleeping with her in his arms as he was that they had finally made love. He wanted every day to begin like this one: next to a nude Leah. "Stay. I want you to stay."
Her mouth quirked up. "You want me to wet this nice bed?"
He pouted. "Promise you'll come right back?"
"Promise," she grinned. But her smile immediately turned into a grimace when she got up to walk to the bathroom.
He propped himself up. "You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah," she muttered. "Really gotta pee." But she shuffled to the bathroom, and after the door closed, he heard a faint, "Ah!"
When she climbed back into bed, he gently pulled her toward him, and she rested her head in the crook of his neck. He kissed the top of her head. "You okay?"
"Mmm..." She shrugged, so he knew she wasn't. His heart began to sink.
Did she regret it? Did she think they'd made a mistake? Did she hoped they had waited? Was he really bad and he just didn't know it? He wasn't sure he could stand the answer, but he asked anyway. "What is it? Was it not..."
Her head popped up and she shook it vigorously. "It was wonderful. It was perfect." He could tell that she wasn't exaggerating to protect his feelings.
He sighed in relief. Thank god. Because he really wanted to do it again. If they were quick they could probably even make it back before their parents noticed they were gone. "Oh good. It was perfect for me, too. Better than perfect. You were amazing."
She smiled at him. "You too." Then a dimple appeared in her left cheek, and a little crinkle at the corners of her eyes. "Except for one thing."
Shit. What was it? What had he done? "I'm sorry. Tell me?"
"You totally squished me after. Like, I nearly suffocated." She was grinning, so she wasn't mad at all.
"Oops," was all he had to offer. He had completely passed out on top of her, hadn't he? Damn. He had fallen asleep while he was still inside her. The latter thought made him throb. "But you're alive now, right? So that's good."
"I barely escaped. I can't believe you didn't wake up with the way I crawled out from under you."
"You were sneaky when you escaped my trap. I guess your mad ninja skills paid off."
"You were such a lump, I thought maybe you'd died."
He laughed. "But what a way to go."
She settled back onto his shoulder and he tightened his arm around her waist. She snuggled closer, so he took the opportunity to trace up and down her spine. He knew where she was sensitive. He started to touch her the way she liked him to. She hummed in satisfaction, and he moved his hand down to cup her bottom. She threw her leg over his hips, right on top of his morning wood. But she apparently hadn't noticed it there until she landed on it, because she let out a startled, "Oh!"
He grinned. "You're naked and we're alone. What did you expect?" He moved to stroke her inner thigh, inching higher and higher.
She buried her face in his neck. "Mm..ee..or."
"I... what?"
She separated just long enough to stammer, "I'mreallysoreI'msorry," and then she hid her face again. He took his hand off her ass.
"No, don't be sorry. I'm sorry, LeeLee." Because he genuinely was. Both for her sake, and because they couldn't have sex again right away.
"You're just so big," she mumbled. Then he wasn't quite so sorry anymore.
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A/N: Thanks again to Babs81410, who takes all credit for the chapter title.