Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Trust me. I won’t let you fall.” His eyes were solemn. He wouldn’t let me slip on the tiles, but moreover, this was Sam. He wouldn’t let me emotionally crash either. Wouldn’t ever leave me hanging. If I fell, it would be for him, and if nothing else, I utterly trusted he’d catch me.
I closed my eyes and rested my head against the tiles.
Inhale. Exhale. I focused on my breath to avoid the urge to look around. Gradually, my breathing settled, and I became more aware of Sam’s every graze and each floaty kiss down my back. He trailed his fingers over my ribs following the cascade of warm water, moving as though he wanted to memorize my shape with his hands and mouth.
And the more I relaxed into the moment, embracing the darkness and how it enhanced each sensation, the more Sam rewarded me by alternating firmer touches and little bites. I moaned low, needy noises that echoed off the shower walls and mingled with the sound of the water.
“Holy hell.” I wasn’t so far gone that I missed Sam sinking to his knees behind me, peppering my ass with kisses. I tamped down the urge to tell him he didn’t have to go for rimming or ass play. He was in charge, not me, and by sheer force of will, I kept my eyes shut as he explored my ass more purposefully. “You’ve…done…your homework.”
“Yep. I got an A-plus in the reading for rimming 101.” He lightly nipped where the curve of my ass met my thigh, and I yelped, but he merely chuckled. “I even went for extra credit, researching conditioner versus lube for shower play. Hence my stop at the drugstore after church.”
I made a strangled noise. “Still can’t believe you did that.”
“You underestimate my desire to make a meal of your ass.” Continuing to chuckle softly, he proceeded to do exactly that. Enthusiasm and natural curiosity made up for any lack of expertise. He licked and sucked and, taking notes from earlier, nibbled and gave me exactly enough hints of teeth to make me shake. And right when I was convinced his efforts couldn’t get any more perfect, he added a slick finger.
“Sam.” I shuddered as he worked me open. He used slow, steady pressure against my rim, adding distracting little licks and kisses as he pushed deeper. I wanted to turn my head, open my eyes, see the expression on his face, but I wanted to earn his praise more, so I kept my eyes tightly closed. Then, Mr. I’ve Read Books discovered my prostate, and fireworks exploded behind my eyelids, rewarding my obedience with an intense display of pure pleasure. “You’re going to make me come.”
“That would be the point.” He laughed, head resting against my ass, free hand steadying my hip.
“I don’t—”
“No. Thinking.” He went back to the stern tone. Reaching around, he gripped my cock with a firm hold. “Let go, Worth. We’ve got all night.”
“Yes, Sir.” Like I could argue with the deadly combination of rimming, a finger in my ass, and a hand on my cock. And Sam was damn near genius-level at reading my responses, adding a second finger and working my prostate like it held the key to something amazing. And maybe it did. I didn’t have the most experience with this, but the more Sam played and stroked, the more certain I was that climax was imminent. “Oh God. Thank you. Thank you.”
“Say my name.” His voice was all gruff, and simply the desire in his tone pushed me closer to orgasm.
“Sam. Oh, Sam.” I moaned. Withdrawing his fingers, Sam replaced them with his mouth, deep kisses that had me keening with pleasure. Sam’s arm brushed against my calf in a subtle but unmistakable rhythm. He was jerking off. “Please come with me.”
I’d gone from not wanting to come to must-come-or-die, and I was determined to take him with me. He didn’t reply, but his hand on my cock sped up, as did the intensity of his rimming. He sucked hard on the edge of my rim, and the rasp of his tongue flung me into the hardest orgasm of my life.
“Fuck.” I yelled the word, earning a breathless chuckle from Sam right before he groaned, stiffening against me. I slumped boneless against the wall, the press of his body next to mine as he stood all that kept me upright.
“You can open your eyes.” He stroked my sides and turned so more of the warm water hit my back, soothing the last of my shudders. “You did good.”
“Thank you.” I blinked, the sudden brightness of the bathroom lights overwhelming after such a long time with my eyes shut. “I’m not sure whether I need a nap or round two more.”
“Both. How about both?” He laughed and held me so close that I almost let myself believe he’d never let me go.