Blissful Surrender (Bliss #3)(28)
Author: B.J. Harvey

I don’t care.

I press my hips into her, pressing my hard-as-steel c**k against the softness of her stomach. I feel her arms move between us, and when I expect her to push her palms against my chest and push me away, she fists my shirt and pulls me closer, thrusting her hips into me in silent invitation. She may not be able to admit the words, but she can show me with her body, with her actions. She can no longer deny that the spark between us is as strong as it was in the beginning.

I pull my head back slightly, raking my teeth against her bottom lip as I go. I scan her face, looking for any remaining uncertainty. But all I can see are swollen pink lips and eyes full of want and I know in that moment that I have my Sammy back, even if it’s just for a few moments, a few hours, maybe a night. And if that is all I get with her, then I’ll take it willingly. If this is the only chance I get with her, I’m going to make it count. I’m going to draw it out and make it last until neither one of us can move. Hell, until neither of us can breathe without remembering the way we were and this night.

“You were saying?” I say, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t stop,” she rasps, then she shocks the hell out of me by cupping my cheeks with her warm, velvet soft hands, and guiding her mouth back toward mine. Slow, tentative licks with her tongue against my lips remind me that as much as I want this woman, my Sam, I need to start slow and work her up to my level. The same level where I believe she wants to be, where she’ll be hoarse from screaming out my name as she comes over and over again. Fuck, I want that.

I give her a few minutes, letting her have some semblance of control before I take over again. Forceful, demanding Sean is back in the room. I’m not going to ask anymore, I’m going to take what I want. And right now, I want my Sammy to be writhing breathless beneath me as I take her. I feel any leftover resistance seep from her body as she relaxes against me, tacit acceptance of everything I’m giving her and more. I tilt my head and plunder her mouth, my hand on her waist slipping down to her ass, my fingers gripping tightly, making her feel every inch of what is waiting for her. My other hand grips her hair roughly, pulling just enough to demand her attention. Her answering moan is all the fuel I need as I drag my mouth along her jaw and down her neck, nipping with my teeth before soothing with a lick of my tongue. I move my leg between hers, lifting my thigh until it’s flush against her warm center, angling her pelvis hard against my leg with pressure on her ass until Sam’s instincts take over and her hips start thrusting against my leg, seeking the friction she needs to find exquisite pleasure she seeks, the ecstasy I want to give her.

“Fuck,” she moans as I continue to kiss her neck. I can’t get enough of her, I never want to stop. Her skin tastes divine, exactly how I remember, sweet as honey and sexy as sin.

She tastes like home.

She continues to grind against my thigh, my throbbing c**k straining against her hip, hard as steel and likely to leave bruises by morning, but right now I want more from her, need more. Releasing my grip on her hair, I trail my palm down the back of her neck, running my fingers over the curve of her shoulder and down inside the V of her dress. Slipping my fingers inside the satin cup of her bra, I curl my hand around the curve of her breast, gently squeezing in time with the thrust of her hips against me. I swipe my thumb across her hard nipple, loving the shudder that surges through her body. Her breathing quickens, letting me know how close she is to coming so leaning forward, I nip her earlobe, “Come for me, Sammy. Let me hear you cry out my name.”

“Holy shit!” she screams as her climax hits her and she rides it out with hard and long strokes of her pelvis against my leg. It takes every ounce of control I have to stop myself from coming in my pants like a horny teenager.

I move my hand out of her top and start running my hands slowly over her back and arms as she comes down from her extraordinary high. That was sexy as shit and I can’t wait to feel her come all around my cock. I pull my leg away, smiling when I hear her mournful whimper at the loss.

“Sammy, I need more than this. Let me show you how good it can be. Give me this. Tonight.” I cup her jaw with my hands, my eyes boring into hers as I wait for her answer. I hold my breath because I don’t know what I’ll do if she pulls away from me again. It hurt the first time, and even big bad Doms aren’t invincible. Twice would shatter me.

Her breath fans over my face as she struggles to recover. Her eyes drop to my mouth, then back up to meet mine. She nods as her lips part, and I watch as her tongue darts out to touch her swollen mouth. “But not here. I want you, Sean, but I can’t do it here. I just can’t.”

I watch her for a few seconds, realizing that she’s being completely upfront with me. Her hands resting on my hips haven’t moved, and she hasn’t pulled her body away from mine. She’s fully on board with the idea of this, of us, but as her head drops to the floor I realize she’s holding her breath too.

“Anything you want. This is about us. Not the club. Not our past. Nothing except you and me, here and now. I’ve never wanted anybody as much as I want you.” I reach down and adjust myself in my slacks. My c**k is so hard it hurts. It’s been a long time that I’ve felt like this. “I want you to know, I never play at home, only here. You’re the only woman I want in my bed right now.” I shut my mouth suddenly, stopping myself from saying that if I had my way, she’d be the last too. Baby steps, Miller. I’ve waited for her to come to me, now I have to bide my time.

“Sean, I—”

“No. Don’t tarnish this with regret or apologies, Sam. If you’re sure about this,” I take a step back and hold out my hand toward her, “then take a chance on me, on us. I want to show you how good we can be. I want to have a chance to prove to you that we’re good together.”

Without any hesitation, she places her hand in mine, forcing me to bite back a smirk of satisfaction. I give her hand a gentle squeeze of encouragement before pulling her hard into my chest. Reverently kissing her temple, I hold my lips against her skin, “You’re not going to regret this.”

“I know” she whispers. “Believe me, I know.”

Chapter 14: “Breathe (2am)”

Sean

Lying on my back in my third floor master bedroom, I stare at the ceiling as sleep evades me. Looking to my bedside table, I see the time tick over to 2 a.m. but I don’t care. It’s the early hours of Sunday morning, and the woman I could never get enough of is asleep in my arms, her head resting in the crook of my shoulder, her naked leg tangled with mine with her hand resting on top of my chest, directly above my heart.