Not that his friends who were married to his sisters cared. He heard a lot more than he wanted to.
Then Dani stroked up and down the length of his cock and he lost his train of thought.
He couldn’t decide how he wanted her. His favorite position was missionary, because he loved having her spread out on their bed, looking up at him, every inch of her open to his eyes, his hands and his mouth. But that simply wasn’t an option here.
But he was sure they could figure something out.
“On your knees, honey,” he said.
She gave him a naughty grin and did as she was told. She started to take him in her mouth when Sam realized he hadn’t explained himself. He loved when she did that, of course, but it never lasted long. Dani was a natural with her tongue and lips.
“Like this.” He turned her so she faced the padded chair in the corner. “Lean up on that.”
She put her elbows on the chair seat and looked back over her shoulder at him as he went to his knees behind her.
“It’s like you read my mind,” she breathed.
“Well, then you have a dirty mind, Mrs. Bradford,” he said, putting his lips to the bumps of her spine.
“I’ve learned from the best.”
“You certainly have.” Dani hadn’t been a virgin when they’d gotten together, but she’d had fairly vanilla experiences before him. She’d been an eager and attentive student, however. He’d been the first to bring her to Tease. On their first date, in fact.
He stroked her deep, playing with a nipple with his other hand. In this position she couldn’t reach him very well, and while he loved her touch, he also enjoyed having her at his mercy.
“Sam, please,” she begged.
“Tell me what you want, Dani,” he said huskily.
“You. Please. Now, Sam. Please.”
He shifted forward, the head of his cock nudging her slick entrance. He intended to ease in slowly, but she pushed back suddenly, meeting his stroke, and he slid home. Her walls clamped down, holding on to him, massaging his length and he had to pause, grit his teeth and just breathe for a moment so he didn’t thrust twice and finish.
“Yes,” she hissed, contracting around his length on purpose.
He squeezed her hip. “Take it easy or this will last ten seconds.”
“I love when you lose control,” she panted, contracting again.
Oh, she wanted lost control did she? Well, he knew that game too.
Dani dug her fingers into the padded seat. She knew he was playing with her, showing her that he had all the control he needed. But she didn’t want him to have control. She wanted him mindless.
He pushed forward again, slowly. So slowly. Too slowly. She tried to push back against him but his big hands held her hips, controlling her body inside and out.
“Sam.”
But he just kept with the long, slow strokes that she felt all the way to her toes. She loved those. She could picture his face, his jaw tight, his eyes locked on where they were joined, his cheeks flushed.
Now, though, she wanted hard and fast. She wanted to know that she could make him crazy and wild. Even after a year she loved knowing that she was the only woman Sam Bradford wanted and that she could fulfill every one of his fantasies. She wanted to feel him lose his sense of time and place and just get caught up in the lust.
He loved her, she knew that. She also knew that he knew that she loved him. They were so much more than lovers. But she still wanted, needed, had to have the lust too.
She brought one hand up to her nipple, squeezing gently, then a little harder. Sam felt the reaction around his shaft and he picked up the pace.
Yes. Just like that.
Then she reached between her legs. Sam was the best,,but she could help herself out just fine. And Sam loved it when she touched herself. Even though he couldn’t see what she was doing, he knew and she heard him groan as he stroked her harder and deeper.
Her climax rushed toward her and her muscles contracted around him as it hit.
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