Blissful Surrender (16 page)

“Holy shit!” she screams as her climax hits her and she rides it out with hard and long strokes of her pelvis against my leg. It takes every ounce of control I have to stop myself from coming in my pants like a horny teenager.

I move my hand out of her top and start running my hands slowly over her back and arms as she comes down from her extraordinary high. That was sexy as shit and I can’t wait to feel her come all around my cock. I pull my leg away, smiling when I hear her mournful whimper at the loss.

“Sammy, I need more than this. Let me show you how good it can be. Give me this. Tonight.” I cup her jaw with my hands, my eyes boring into hers as I wait for her answer. I hold my breath because I don’t know what I’ll do if she pulls away from me again. It hurt the first time, and even big bad Doms aren’t invincible. Twice would shatter me.

Her breath fans over my face as she struggles to recover. Her eyes drop to my mouth, then back up to meet mine. She nods as her lips part, and I watch as her tongue darts out to touch her swollen mouth. “But not here. I want you, Sean, but I can’t do it here. I just can’t.”

I watch her for a few seconds, realizing that she’s being completely upfront with me. Her hands resting on my hips haven’t moved, and she hasn’t pulled her body away from mine. She’s fully on board with the idea of this, of us, but as her head drops to the floor I realize she’s holding her breath too.

“Anything you want. This is about us. Not the club. Not our past. Nothing except you and me, here and now. I’ve never wanted anybody as much as I want you.” I reach down and adjust myself in my slacks. My cock is so hard it hurts. It’s been a long time that I’ve felt like this. “I want you to know, I never play at home, only here. You’re the only woman I want in my bed right now.” I shut my mouth suddenly, stopping myself from saying that if I had my way, she’d be the last too.
Baby steps, Miller
. I’ve waited for her to come to me, now I have to bide my time.

“Sean, I—”

“No. Don’t tarnish this with regret or apologies, Sam. If you’re sure about this,” I take a step back and hold out my hand toward her, “then take a chance on me, on us. I want to show you how good we can be. I want to have a chance to prove to you that we’re good together.”

Without any hesitation, she places her hand in mine, forcing me to bite back a smirk of satisfaction. I give her hand a gentle squeeze of encouragement before pulling her hard into my chest. Reverently kissing her temple, I hold my lips against her skin, “You’re not going to regret this.”

“I know” she whispers. “Believe me, I know.”

Sean

Lying on my back in my third floor master bedroom, I stare at the ceiling as sleep evades me. Looking to my bedside table, I see the time tick over to 2 a.m. but I don’t care. It’s the early hours of Sunday morning, and the woman I could never get enough of is asleep in my arms, her head resting in the crook of my shoulder, her naked leg tangled with mine with her hand resting on top of my chest, directly above my heart.

It shouldn’t feel so right, should it? Whatever this is between Sammy and I shouldn’t feel so good right off the bat, like there was never a decade we lost.

My plans to bring her back to the condo and reconnect with her in the most pleasurable physical way were curtailed when Sam fell asleep on my shoulder in the car on the way home. I wasn’t pissed off though; she was still slightly drunk and grew sleepy in her adorable post-orgasmic haze. When we arrived at my door, I carried her up the stairs and into my bedroom, laying her down on the bed.

“Can’t sleep in clothes,” she murmured as she clumsily tried to take her dress off over her head without standing up, all the while mumbling, “Sleep naked,” to me.

“Just wait, Sammy, I’ll help you.”

“You just want me naked and begging.” Her husky, slurred voice pulled at me.

I leaned in close, dragging my large hands over her hips and dragging the soft material of her dress up with them, making sure to feel the smooth expanse of her skin under my touch. I didn’t miss the small shudders or the goose bumps that followed, and I had to bite back a groan when she arched her back subconsciously and thrust her breasts even closer to my face.

That wasn’t my only problem.

1) There was a half-naked Sammy lying on my bed, in my house, the two of us alone in private and void of interruptions for the next eight hours at least.

2) She was being sexy and funny and cute and I didn’t want to do a thing about it until she was awake, sober and cute.

3) My black cotton boxers covering her smooth pussy kept taunting me. It was hard enough keeping my hands to myself when I saw what lay underneath after she insisted I change her underwear.

4) The glimpse of her breasts through her black lace bra was begging me to put my mouth on her.

My night had gone south when I saw that cretin pawing at her in my club. When she saw me, I didn’t miss the flash of guilt that washed over her features. I could tell she was thinking of me, imagining … no,
wishing
it were me with her, touching her, kissing her.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for a bit of exhibitionism in the right context, but watching the woman I want, the woman I
need
get dry humped in front of me is not my thing, so I mentioned to my bouncer that Sam was allowed up if she approached him, but no one else, and that I’d be in my office if anyone needed me. The hardest thing out of all of that was turning my back on her and walking away. 

But walking away from each other seems to be a bad habit of ours, doesn’t it?

I managed to dress her in one of my T-shirts, and my boxers so that her dignity remained intact. Once she was sleeping soundly on her side in my bed, I stripped off and walked into my en suite and turned the shower on, not bothering to close the door. Not waiting for the water to warm up, I was immediately hit with cold water from all six jets, soaking me from all directions. Feeling my built-up lust ease slightly along with the stresses of the night, I finally started to relax. My cock still ached for relief. I swear, I was in physical pain from being turned on for too long.

But I resisted the temptation to take matters into my own hands in the shower and stepped out, drying myself off before returning to the bedroom and dropping the towel around my waist, hopping into bed next to her.

I turn my head to the side and watch the slow rise and fall of her chest. I wonder if she’ll change her mind in the light of day; whether she’ll bolster her defenses and close herself off again. Fuck, I hope not. I’ll just have to distract her so that it doesn’t happen.

There is something about having a naked woman in my bed wearing something of mine that fills me. She’s actually here, back in my life and my bed. If you’d asked me a month ago whether I thought that it would be possible, I would have laughed at you and told you to take a hike.

Turning onto my back, I put my arm behind my head. 2 a.m. and I’m home, in bed, with a beautiful woman. This is unheard of, but hell if I don’t like it. A lot. The only thing to make it better would be for her to be naked and awake, writhing beneath me.

She rolls toward me, tangling her legs with mine and plastering her body against mine as she rests her hand on my chest, directly above my heart. FUCK! That instantly gets my cock standing to attention again. Just when I thought I’d be able to make it until morning.

Reaching down with my left hand, I squeeze my cock hard, willing the fucker to settle down and let me sleep. Instead, just touching the hard shaft hardens me further. Sammy’s leg moves against mine, the smooth skin slowly sliding down, then back up again. I look down at her and her eyes are still closed, her hand on my chest remains motionless. Still asleep.

Out of habit, my hand fists my dick and I give in to temptation and give myself a few very welcome strokes. Fuck, it feels good. I feel her fingers twitch which just spurs me on. I tighten my grip and stroke slowly down and then back up, biting back a groan when her leg repeats its torturous trip down and back up again.

I should stop right now, but with Sammy half on me and her leg mirroring the movements on my cock, that seems near impossible.

Another stroke, another shot of pleasure shoots through me.

Just when I’m looking down at my fist as it palms my cock, Sammy’s hand slowly drifts down my chest, her index finger tracing the lines of my abs until her hand wraps around mine and she moves our hands over my length, up and down, slowly increasing the speed. She squeezes her hand around mine and this time I don’t bother hiding my satisfaction, swearing softly under my breath as I watch us, captivated by the sight of our joined hands stroking my eager dick. I move my hand on top of hers and direct her, the first touch of her soft skin on me sending a surge of total satisfaction through my body.

I turn my head and her bright green eyes burn into mine. She leans her head until our mouths are almost touching, our hands never stopping their assault as she traces the seam of my lips with her tongue. I growl and attack her mouth with renewed hunger, our tongues entwining and our hands speed up.

Stroking up and down as my tongue rolls over hers, our lips glued together as we breathe heavily, my climax rushing through me like a stampede.

“Fuck, Sammy, don’t stop,” I mutter as she pulls away and starts kissing my neck while tightening her grip and silently willing me to finish what I started.

“Fuck, Sammy!” I roar as I climax, our hands still moving as I spill onto my stomach.

I turn my head and take her mouth, murmuring words of appreciation and awe between kisses.

Well, fuck me, the woman isn’t backing off.

And fuck if I’m not looking forward to taking her again.

Sam

I open my eyes to the wide, hard expanse of Sean’s chest under me. His chest rises and falls softly as he sleeps soundly, and the overwhelming sense of comfort I feel surges through me.

I did it. It wasn’t a dream last night when I gave up fighting and went to his office, giving myself to this man that has been invading my thoughts and feelings for the past few weeks. I shift my body slightly, feeling his arm resting gently on my bare hip, my leg lying on top of his like it is just another morning, an everyday occurrence. My hand is positioned on top of his heart, the steady staccato beat vibrating through my fingers. His smooth, warm skin calls for me to run my hand over him, to explore his hard sculpted body once again.

“Good morning,” he huskily murmurs from above. I jerk my head up and meet his half open blue eyes that are filled with heat, immediately igniting my desire for this gorgeous man.

I smile up at him. “Morning.”

“How are you feeling?” he asks, lifting his arms across his body and smoothing my wayward hair off my face.

“I’m good,” I whisper as I give in to temptation and flex my fingers against him. “It wasn’t a dream.”

His lips tip up, “No, Sammy. Definitely not a dream. No regrets?”

“None. Well, maybe one …”

His brows lift up in surprise, “One?”

I softly laugh at his reaction. He’s obviously thinking the worst. “No, not this. Not at all. It was probably the easiest decision I’ve made in a long time. I’m just sorry that I fell asleep last night …”

“Well, now
that
we can make up for.” He cups my cheek with his hand and lowers his mouth, slowly kissing my lips, his tongue making gentle languid strokes against mine as my body melts into his. Lifting my leg higher, I brush my thigh against his hard cock and my pussy tightens in anticipation. He groans into my mouth as our kiss amps up, my tongue submitting to his as his fingers dig into my hips, his palm hardening against my jaw as he attacks my mouth with renewed hunger. I pull away slightly from his mouth, now panting as my hips instinctively rock against his side.

“I need to be inside you, Sammy, more than I need my next breath. I need to make love to you, assure myself that you’re really here with me, in my bed.” His hand trails down my neck, moving down to my breast as he cups its weight and runs his thumb across my hard nipple. “I need you … to feel your thighs clench around my shoulders as I taste you. I need to feel your pussy clench around my cock as I enter you again, I need to make every inch of your body mine … to make you come hard around me. I want to hear you cry out my name as I move inside you.”

Fuck! I need that and more. “Yes. I want you. Make my body yours again, Sean.”

“With fucking pleasure, darling.”

I whip his tee off my body before he swiftly rolls over me, laying his hard body on top of mine, and my thighs which instantly open to accommodate his stiff cock. He kisses me hard and fast again, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that I’ve craved for way too long. He completely overtakes me with his ravenous hunger, tasting and taking my mouth with a heat I’ve only been able to dream about. He shifts his body lower and peppers my neck with open mouthed kisses, nipping gently, then soothing with a swirl of his tongue moving down again, taking a pebbled nipple in his mouth while his hand gently squeezes the other breast. I moan with pleasure as electric pulses run directly down to my pussy, its slick wetness preparing me for his most welcome invasion.