She made a husky groan of need in her throat, wanting, needing.
‘Yes!’ she hissed weakly, her fingers tightening in Xander’s hair and holding him to her as he finally suckled one ripe and aching berry deep into the heat of his mouth, his tongue no longer velvety as it rasped over and against that arousal at the same time as his hand cupped her other breast, rolling her nipple between finger and thumb.
Sam’s back arched into those caresses as the pleasure gathered between the heat of her thighs as she moved restlessly against him.
Xander fell back against the silk pillows covering the bed, taking Samantha with him, so that she now lay above him, her parted legs straddling his thighs.
He lay his head back on the pillows, lids narrowed as he cupped her beautiful and responsive breasts. Petite and firm, they were perfectly rounded, with deep rose-coloured nipples that were just begging for more attention from his hands and mouth.
Xander pushed the aching in his left thigh to the back of his mind as he raised his head slightly, his gaze deliberately holding hers as he slowly laved one ripe and juicy nipple with his tongue before suckling her deeply into the heat of his mouth, groaning low in his throat, his own arousal pulsing against her heat. He saw Samantha close her eyes in pleasure, an aroused flush to her cheeks as she leant into him, allowing him to suckle her deeper as she rested her hands on the pillows beside his head.
Sam looked down at Xander as she told herself over and over again in her head that she could do this, that she could just enjoy the moment. Enjoy Xander.
She gasped as his mouth on her breasts took her to a level of pleasure she had never experienced before, her position above him allowing her to arch herself slowly and rhythmically against him, the hardness of his arousal pressing against the heat between her thighs, the two layers of denim between them acting as an extra abrasion, until her breath came in short pleasurable gasps and she knew herself to be teetering on the edge of climax.
As if aware of that, Xander bit down onto her aching nipple at the same time as the finger and thumb of his other hand squeezed its twin, sending Sam over the edge of that pleasure and into the most intense and pleasurably prolonged orgasm of her life.
Sam gasped again as she rode out the pleasure of that orgasm, until her arms gave way and she collapsed against Xander’s rapidly rising and falling chest, his breath a harsh rasp against her as his arms wrapped around her.
She lay weakly against him, her own breathing ragged as her body pulsed in the aftershocks of that pleasure.
‘Are you okay, Samantha?’ Xander finally asked.
Was she okay? Sam had never felt so okay before in her life.
She felt liberated. She had experienced a freedom she had never known before.
Before Xander.
Her gaze was sultry as she sat up and looked down at him, feeling a triumphant thrill as she saw his eyes were dark with his own arousal; there was a flush to his cheeks, the gold of his hair tousled from the caress of her fingers.
‘I think we found the comfortable position, don’t you?’ Sam teased huskily as she continued to hold his gaze as she slid slowly down the length of his body, kneeling between his parted thighs as her fingers moved to the fastening at the front of his jeans.
She felt emboldened as Xander looked at her between narrowed lids, as she slipped the three buttons loose, revealing that he wore black body-hugging boxers beneath, his desire long and thick. Sam scooted back to pull his jeans down the long length of his muscled legs before discarding them completely.