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Heaven and Hell (Heaven and Hell #1) Page 42
Author: Kristen Ashley

My head was tipped down and I watched and trembled as he glided his lips along the underside of my breast then I watched him move up and he tugged my nipple in his mouth over the black lace of my bra.

My back arched as the beauty of his mouth drawing my nipple deep soared through me and I moaned.

Then I was on my back, my bra was gone and Sam was bent to me, his mouth at one nipple, sucking deep, his hand at the other, fingers cupping, thumb circling and I lost track of everything but how good that felt, what it was doing to me, what was building inside of me.

Need.

There was no other way to describe it and there was nothing else that penetrated my world but that intense, driving need.

“Sam –” I gasped, both my hands cupping his head and my h*ps bucked.

He surged up and was over me.

“You ready?” he whispered.

“Yeah,” I answered and I was. I didn’t know exactly what he was referring to but I also didn’t care.

Whatever it was, I wasn’t ready. I was ready.

Without delay, Sam moved me in bed, righting us so my head was on the pillows. Then my shorts were gone. Then my black lace panties. Then my legs were spread and honest to God, honest to God, Sam’s big hands running along the insides of my thighs pressing my legs apart almost brought me to orgasm.

It was good they didn’t because then his mouth was on me.

My h*ps surged up.

Oh man.

Oh God.

That was good.

Sam threw my legs over his shoulders and then cupped my ass in his hands, pulling me to him even as I dug my heels in and helped.

He worked me with his mouth and it started good but it became awesome and my h*ps rocked in his hands and my hands moved to his head to hold him to me.

Then I felt it and I’d never felt it, not once, unless it was me giving it to me.

It was going to happen.

Oh God. I couldn’t believe it. It was going to happen.

Then it happened.

One of my hands flew to the headboard, my other one stayed at Sam’s head as I gasped and cried out, heels digging in as it washed over me, consuming, beautiful.

Oh God.

Perfect.

Heaven.

Nothing, nothing ever had come close.

My eyes drifted open and there was Sam, eyes on me, one hand in the bed at my side, arm straight, his other hand between my legs, fingers trailing, light, sweet.

Dazedly I noticed he was still fully clothed.

Oh God.

Shit!

He’d given me that and I’d done nothing for him.

His eyes left my face and his chin dipped so he could look at his hand between my legs.

“Jesus,” he whispered, “can’t f**king believe it. Your pu**y’s as beautiful as you are.”

My freak out stalled and my breath caught.

“Tastes as good,” he kept whispering.

Oh wow.

His finger slid inside and that felt so awesome, my eyelids lowered.

“Feels as good,” he murmured.

“Sam,” I breathed.

“I gotta have this, baby,” he said gently, his finger moving out then in.

I started breathing harder.

“Now,” he added, his eyes coming back to mine.

I started breathing even harder.

“You ready to take me?” he asked.

I started panting.

I also nodded.

Sam bent low and kissed my belly. Then he pushed up, knelt between my legs and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside.

Seeing his chest, his broad shoulders, his defined stomach, his cut arms, I panted harder.

I also sat up because I knew what the skin of his back felt like.

I had to experience his chest.

So, legs wide, knees bent, soles of my feet in the bed, I sat on my ass in front of Sam, moving my hands on his chest, fingers trailing, exploring, discovering, memorizing.

He felt great.

I leaned in and put my mouth to him, then the tip of my tongue.

Oh God.

He tasted even better.

He was doing something, what, I didn’t know until my mouth shifted down then I saw him rolling a condom on.

But I didn’t see the condom, really. I saw Sam and Sam’s hand at his cock.

He was hard all over, I already knew that.

What I didn’t know until that moment was that he was beautiful all over too.

My head tipped back and I whispered, “Is that for me?”

He grinned down at me.

Then his hand cupped the back of my head, pulling me up as he bent low and against my mouth he answered, “All for you, baby.”

He touched his mouth to mine before he lowered me back but took my hand and guided it to his c**k while he settled again into his other hand in the bed, arm straight, looming over me.

“Guide me,” he rumbled and I didn’t delay, I moved him, pulled him, watched his jaw clench, a muscle jump in his cheek then I got the tip inside and just that felt perfect.

My hand flew away as he surged all the way in.

No, no. I was wrong.

This was perfect.

He started moving, slow, deep, his eyes on mine, his free hand roaming my skin.

I was wrong again.

This was perfect.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his hand at the base of my throat, his c**k driving deeper, going faster, harder. “Fuck,” he repeated, his hand moving down my chest, between my br**sts. I lifted my legs at the knees, pressed the insides of my thighs to his h*ps and he drove in deeper then faster and harder. “Beautiful,” he kept muttering, his hand down at my belly then down. “Every inch.” He planted himself inside and stayed deep, grinding. “Inside and out,” he finished and his thumb hit me.

Okay, no.

This was perfect.

Sam kept thrusting and watching and that was hot. His thumb pressing and rolling was hotter. Both my hands went to the headboard and I pushed into it, driving myself down as he drove himself up and that, that was amazing.

“Sam,” I gasped.

“Ride me, baby.”

“Sam!” I cried.

“Fuck yes,” he growled and I came again, my back arching off the bed, my hands pressing deep into the headboard grinding myself down on him and this one tore through me, hot, searing, devastating.

Still coming, I felt Sam’s heat and weight hit me, one hand plunging into my hair, fisting, he pressed my face into his neck. The other arm wrapped low on my hips, clamped tight and took over driving me down on his cock. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and alternately breathed, whimpered, moaned, gasped and tasted his skin.

Then his hand in my hair pulled my head back, his face went into my throat, his c**k thrust deep and he growled his orgasm against my skin.

And call me crazy, hearing it, feeling it, Sam’s big, warm body heavy and covering me; listening to his orgasm was almost better than actually having the ones he’d given me.

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