Theresa ran her hands over his arms, where the muscles were thrown into sharp relief by the position. "Look at you! I still can't believe you ended up choosing me," she said. "You could have had anyone."
"I don't want anyone else," Samuel said. He cupped her breasts in his hands, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs. Theresa made a low, purring sound, her back arching.
He undid her bra with one hand, pulling the cups down. Her nipples were small and tight and pink. When he sealed his lips around them, Theresa gasped, both her hands coming up to hold the back of his head as if to keep him exactly where he was. Samuel sucked, first gently, then harder when the sounds she made told him exactly how much she liked it. Finally, Samuel started kissing his way down. He peeled her panties off her legs.
When he pressed his mouth between her legs, Theresa's back tightened into a bow. She was so wet already, and the taste of her was delicious.
Samuel licked her hungrily, circling the nub of her clit with his tongue until she was gasping, breathless, her legs wrapping around his shoulders, her hands fisting restlessly in the bed sheets.
He slipped one finger inside her, and then another one when she clenched around him hungrily. He licked and sucked her until his tongue was numb and his lips were aching perfectly, until Theresa cried out, every muscle in her body going taut.
She sprawled out limply in the bed with a sigh of bone-deep satisfaction.
"God, that was amazing," she said, lifting her head up to give him a quick dazed grin, and then flopping back into the pillow. "Come up here," she said, beckoning with one hand.
Samuel looked at her, naked and happy and satisfied in his bed. He followed her beckoning hand up the bed, bending over to kiss her hungrily. Theresa ran her hand over his shoulders, his back, around the side of his hips.
***
"God, you're gorgeous. I lo—I like you," Theresa said, catching herself just in time. I love you, was what she'd almost said. Now that she'd thought it, it was impossible not to know. Thank god Samuel didn't seem to have noticed the slip. Theresa wrapped one leg around his hips and pulled him against her, pressing herself against his thigh between her legs, trying to stop thinking. She couldn't be in love. They only had a few more days together. Somewhere out there, his mate was waiting for him.
And yet she'd fallen for him. I love you, she thought, letting herself admit the truth of it, at least to herself. I love you. I don't know how I'm going to give you up.
She looked down for a moment, hiding her face behind her hair. She wouldn't let her feelings ruin what they had now, she told herself. He liked her; that was enough. Better to have this than nothing at all, even if it couldn't last.
She dragged him down on top of her, pressing their bodies together. They spent a long time kissing, his hands stroking her breasts, her nipples, her sides; he was finding sensitive spots she hadn't even known she had.
She explored him with her hands in turn, learning the shape of his body, what made him shiver and what made him gasp. She'd only just had an orgasm, and usually one wiped her out for the evening, but right now, she felt as desperate as if they were just getting started. She wanted him again, she wanted him every way she could have him.
When he started kissing his way down her body again, her breath caught.
"Can you go again?" Samuel asked.
"Oh God, yes," she said. "Please."
It was even better this time, as hard as she'd have found that to imagine before. He knew exactly what she liked now, and every time she looked down and saw him, her heart beat a little faster: his strong broad shoulders, the chiseled muscles of his back, his smooth, golden skin. A wave of pleasure washed through her, so intense it almost hurt. She came with a loud gasp.
And yet the hunger didn't go away. She still wanted him closer, wanted him inside her desperately, her whole body aching for his touch.
She waited impatiently while he put on a condom, reached for him before he was even properly done, her fingers tangling with his, and guided him inside her.
His cock was big enough it might have been a little intimidating, but right now, she was so wet, so ready for him, it felt like the perfect fit; as if her body had been made for him.
Samuel groaned. He started moving inside her, slowly and cautiously at first, picking up speed when she wrapped her legs around his hips and urged him on, his body moving in perfect rhythm with hers. Every thrust set off sparks like fireworks inside of her.
They came together, his mouth opening in soundless pleasure while Theresa gasped and hung on to him with both hands.
He lay down next to her when it was over and pulled her close against him.
Theresa drowsed contentedly, her head on his shoulder. She still could hardly believe that this was happening to her – that he'd chosen her, when he could have anyone, her gorgeous Samuel with his looks and his easy charm and his wealth…