He tenderly separated throbbing folds that, while not virgin, hadn't known a man's touch could impart real pleasure.
She instinctively spread her legs a little more to give him better access and she pressed her hips into his to create a new sensation. "Oh, God, yes." Air surged into her lungs and she pushed onto his fingers for better contact. Her lips explored another portion of his chest, desperate to taste all of him.
He continued to gently stroke her outer folds for what seemed an eternity. The pressure he applied seemed to magnify her clit with indirect caresses until she dripped with desire and thought she might never breathe normally again.
Sam's entire body throbbed in time with her pulse, every heartbeat producing exquisite tremors through inner muscles that desperately sought the heat of his cock.
And still he continued with those maddening caresses that promised so much.
Delirious with his touch, she whimpered against his chest and let her mouth trail wherever she could reach. Her upper lip encountered a small swathe of silky hair and she couldn't resist tugging at it with her lips.
Dream Man moaned in response and finally let his fingers go a bit deeper, actually penetrating her inner folds to slide across skin exquisitely needful of his touch. Her muscles clenched again, sending another cascade of moisture flowing.
Her lips continued to toy with his chest hair until she found the hardened disk of his nipple and allowed her tongue to lavish it with attention, drawing another moan from him.
His hips rocked to thrust his scorching hard-on against her inner thigh. He needed to act like a Dream Man soon, and dissolve their underwear, or something equally dreamy.
Before she could follow the thought along a path of logic, he let the tip of one finger slip inside her while another finally came into direct contact with her clit.
Her nails dug into the muscle on his sides, drawing a dreamy groan from him and earning her more sincere caresses on the ache between her folds. “Yes,” she whispered, “yes, touch me.” She pushed her hips into those perfectly dancing fingers then gasped when he rolled to halfway cover her body with his.
God, so good. So real. So impossible.
Scorching breath accompanied lips along her neck just as his finger slid in deep. “Oh God yes! Yes!”
Lips moved up and sucked along the line of her jaw until they reached her mouth. She turned for them, desperate to kiss. She wanted to really kiss this wonderful Dream Man. Full warm lips settled softly over hers and proceeded to tenderly taste with hot groans.
Insane with need, Sam grabbed hold of his smooth face, tired of the teasing, and pulled him in for a real kiss. He rewarded her with what felt like a shocked gasp, right in her mouth. That amazing finger of his plunged into her and didn't stop until his hand pressed hard against her body like he couldn’t get deep enough. She tried to help, lifting her hips, wanting more, bigger, harder, faster.
His lips left hers and seemed to make a hurried trail down. She protested with needy moans, gasping when that hot mouth found her naked breast and sucked gently. Shame for what she didn’t have rudely pushed into her dreamy consciousness. She was almost glad when his lips left her nipple with a light smacking sound. It'd be great if she weren't so incredibly self-conscious about her deficit so she could fully enjoy the white-hot sensations he created there. No matter, as long as he kissed her again.
Wait. Why were his lips going in the wrong direction? Her mouth was north, not south. Well, as long as he left that delicious finger buried inside her, she could ride that pleasure just flicking her hips. Mmm. So good.
The finger slowly slid in and out and Sam writhed on the bed, wishing he’d come back and kiss her. His hot breath flowed across the insanely sensitive skin at the junction of her thighs. What was he doing there?
Sam bolted up in bed when she felt wet heat slide across her clit. “What are you doing!” The biggest oh my God oh my God reality slammed into her as she stared at her Dream Man. The new hired hand! Kneeling in the bed of a…she looked around. Where the hell was she?
A violent headache slammed her entire body and she remembered the fire, the storm, the stranded. Oh shit! She pulled the nearest garment over her and up to her chin.
He held his hands up. “I’m…sorry, I thought…”
“You thought what!” Oh my God, she was sick. This…man took advantage of her while she was sick! “You molested a sick woman?”
“Oh God, no, I…you…”
“I what? Was sick and delusional and you thought that meant I wanted your…your…” she gestured to his body with one hand, distracted by the wall of magnificence that now stood at the foot of the bed, “your fingers all over me? Oh my God I cannot believe you did that!”